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[Story] The Beast is Free - Werebear TF

Published: June 28th 2025, 4:06:27 pm

She panted in harsh, uneven breaths, the sound loud in the quiet room. Claw-tipped fingers hovered near her lips as she explored the strange, alien features of her face — the wide, black snout slick with moisture, the deep furrows etched into her brow, the coarse fur prickling under her touch.

She remembered the agony of her transformation: bones splitting and reforming, skin itching and sprouting a pelt of thick brown hair, muscles swelling with raw power. Each second had stretched into eternity, every nerve alight with both terror and something darkly exhilarating.

Now she stood still. Golden hair framed her bestial face in wild, tangled waves, and streaks of black makeup ran like tire tracks beneath her eyes. Eyes that no longer belonged to the timid woman she once was.

Her ears twitched at the faintest creak of the house settling. She bared her teeth, lips pulling back into a snarl — but there was no one there.

Just her.

Just the beast.

And for the first time in her life, she felt truly powerful. Truly alive.
The beast was free. And it was glorious