[SCRAP] Auburn Vixen
Just a short bit of practice writing; transformation as always. I was going to turn it into a story, but it just felt lacking in depth.
Would it be scary to think that I would love to be the kind of person in this writing? It 'is' kind of a rape-y concept, lycanthropy.
I felt a sense of parental pride, watching him shed his form, and bare fangs slathered in venom--a substance ready to turn humans with the slightest breach of the skin, as I had done for him--to allow them to bask in the full moon's light and yowl and cry out their fondest pleasures of thick fur's warmth and the scent of rut on the autumn air.
I loved what I had done, and could do, to any person powerless enough to fall beneath my form in carnal embrace, and I swished my tail at the thought of more beautiful victims changing in their cursed skin, falling beneath the stink and svelteness of a vulpine frame, as their newly slit eyes opened--sometimes amber, sometimes yellow--taking in the world before them, staring out of stretched faces with snorting noses. I had been given the power to change their destinies forever; to make them into my own, animal young.
Hiding in the skin of a human again would be worth the wait, to take yet another man into my skulk of foxes.