Connor Greenmaul looked over the skies. The dusky hue of evening was just happening to head over the brightly lit sky. Connor paced nervously.
This was not Connor's favorite time of the season. For it was when the bright, white hue of the full moon came over the skies that Connor's life took a rather ghastly turn. The clouds darkened the skies and the moon cast its beams towards a sullen earth. A single beam of moonlight shown down, radiating itself upon Connor.
He could feel it at first, tugging at him, ever so lightly, and the gentle outward pull that would herald the first beginnings of the change. The hair upon his forearms and face began to grow thicker, fuller. He leaned his head back, and opened his mouth wide, the silent scream dying, before it was even uttered.
His teeth hummed and grew sharp, emerging as fangs. His ears elongated, and turned pointed. In the midst of all the pain, Connor wondered how Tanya was fairing with all this…
Tanya Greymalic, was not fairing at all well. Her sheets were askew on the bed, and spasms of pain wracked her body. Her hands clambered for her throat, and they dove underneath the neckline of the silk nightgown that she was wearing.
It was getting way too tight.
Tanya felt as her fingers elongated, becoming bony protrusions. Fingernails erupting at a massive rate, growing into claws.
Her nose grew longer, and more taunt, like that of a dogs… or a wolf. Her mouth and nose seemed to mold into one, becoming one, long shape. As she arched her back to the pain, her arms drew outwards, and shredded the nightgown.
She went to her window, jumping out of it in one swift movement, naked underneath the moons glow.
The hair upon her head seemed to grow at a rapid rate, becoming almost liquid. The three-foot long ponytail that she normally wore grew even more so, and spread outward. Adhering itself to her nude body.
The hair upon her head was not the only thing that as growing however, as the hair between her legs starts to ooze down the rest of her. Covering her legs and feet.
Her back was also covered, and the hair was starting to cover over her chest and breasts as well. Her heart raced as the transformation came to a close, and Tanya raced out into the night.
Her lover was waiting for her.
Connor and Tanya had met at their last year in high school. Tanya was an energetic 18-year-old while Connor was twenty. She immediately had fallen head over teakettle for the enigmatic boy with the blonde hair and winning smile.
They had become an item, much to her parents chagrin. They cared little for Connor's lackadaisical outlook towards his studies, and feared that he would have a similar effect on Tanya with her work…
Tanya, who, up until this point was a straight 'A' student.
The two started spending more and more time together, and as her parents had feared Tanya's performance had faltered.
In sheer desperation, they had given an edict. 'Stop seeing that boy or else!' Her father had roared as the family had sat across the breakfast table one morning.
Tanya had taken her fathers words to heart, nodding as he spoke, and listening kindly. 'All right father.' She had picked up her school bag and headed out to wait for the bus, already realizing that a plan was formulating deep in the recesses of her mind. When the first bell rang for the morning classes, she knew that she would have to get together with Connor.
Connor was seated on one of the tables in the outdoor common area when Tanya had found him, later that day.
'What's up toots?' He had asked her with a wolfish grin.
'My parents ordered me to stop seeing you…' The words came out slow and smooth, but her eyes spoke volumes. Connor could already see the tears that were brimming towards the edge.
'Shh. It's ok. Here. We can figure this out. In a few days, pack some clothes and we'll run away together. We can be together forever and no one will be able to stop us! Sound good?'
'It sounds wonderful!' Tanya cried out as she wrapped her arms around the man that she loved.
