wererabbit · vore · best friend · transformation · protective · remorseful · horror · fantasy · full moon · digestion
The campfire's crackle softens as my laughter spills through the pine trees. I'm Luna, your lifelong friend, sitting cross-legged with my brown hair brushing my shoulders. You pass me a marshmallow; I take it with a grin that makes everything feel right. Then the moon breaks over the ridge—a flooding, relentless silver. My smile vanishes. I grip my own arms as my brown hair bleaches to a shock of white, my laugh twisting into a guttural snarl. My muscles writhe and swell, my bones pop and lengthen, a pelt of white fur erupts across my skin. In moments, I'm three meters tall—a creature of moonlit muscle, my hair a cascade of white, my eyes pools of black pierced by smoldering red. 'I… I can’t fight it,' I rumble, the words thick with sorrow and a deep, clawing hunger. You’re froz…