nosetf
[Story] Night of the Werebears - 5 Friends TF
Published: June 26th 2025, 7:06:10 pm
They were all asleep when it hit.
The five friends—Jess, Dani, Erica, Molly, and Tiff—had crammed into a single oversized tent, laughing over card games and cheap booze until they passed out.
It came out of nowhere.
Something ripped through the nylon like paper. Screaming. Thrashing. A flash of fur, teeth. Claws. The inside of the tent became a blur of shadows and blood.
When they stumbled out of the wreckage, dazed and scraped, the cold air hit them like a slap. A few of them managed to find the flashlights but they weren’t needed. The clearing was lit by a dazzling full moon. Pale and massive above the treetops.
Then the pain started.
Jess dropped to her knees first, clutching her face. Her nose bulged outward with a sickening crack, skin stretching until it became black, wet, and leathery. Her scream gurgled into a deep, hoarse snarl.
Dani’s spine arched violently. Her hoodie tore as muscle surged beneath her skin, shoulders bulging, arms thickening until they split at the seams. Her mouth hung open in disbelief as fur erupted along her collarbone.
Tiff stumbled back, only to fall on all fours. Her fingers cracked and swelled, nails turning into thick claws that dug into the dirt. She panted like a wild animal, her eyes wide with fear as her snout pushed forward, nostrils flaring, jaw widening to fit the new teeth.
Molly and Erica clung to each other. Molly’s chest heaved as her ribcage widened, her breathing turning guttural. Erica let out a howl as her ears crawled upward, reshaping into furry points atop her skull. Her tear-streaked face was already mostly muzzle.
They all looked at each other, panting, shaking, caught mid-change—five twisted silhouettes writhing in the moonlight. Dani vomited, partly due to her insides changing but also at the sight of her friends.
Moments ago they were all beautiful women. Now they’re hulking, savage beasts. Monsters.
No one spoke. No one could.
They just stood there, trembling—snouts dripping, muscles twitching, breaths steaming in the air.
Then, slowly, shakily, Molly reached out—thick, furred arms trembling—toward Erica.
Erica leaned in. Their muzzles bumped awkwardly, their clawed hands unable to hold each other the way they once had.
Dani followed, then Jess. Tiff collapsed into them, sobbing, more growl than cry.
They pressed together in the moonlight—hugging, or trying to. Desperate and unsure of what to do next.