Female Tiger Transformation の小説・ストーリー

I gasped, caught off guard by the sudden transformation overtaking her. Her eyes shifted, the color draining into a deep obsidian black. Her lips curled slightly as her canines began to protrude, glinting beneath the early sunlight. Sharp claws extended from her fingers, glistening and ready. She was no longer just a mother—she had become a creature forged from instinct and rage.

The earth trembled beneath her, the force of her transformation cracking the ground like thunder. Her clothes shredded, disintegrating into nothingness as the transformation overtook her. Her skin shimmered, turning an ethereal white, the fur sprouting from her body a shining coat of snow. The pain was excruciating, but there was no stopping it now. It was a part of her, and she had finally embraced it.

"Very well Cath, our bets fighter out here shall spar with you, Ly." Everyone suddenly stops with whatever they're doing and create a circle around us like a we're the main spectacle where Cath's the roaring tiger in the cage and I'm the puny human- oh and quite literally might I add. Cath IS actually a tiger. Cath cracks her bones as she slowly transforms into a magnificent tiger by command. I look aroun and seeing their expression, I realized that this is quite normal. I took a deep breathe as I take my stance. The one I learned just a few minutes ago.

With one word, the feral animals under our paws, between our teeth, are transformed. “SHIFT” My Luna commands them, and they cannot fight her, fur becomes flesh in an instant.

It shouldn’t be possible. And yet it was. “We need to see our mate.” Ragnar’s voice was a low growl. “I know. But-“ “We need to see her. Now.” I closed my eyes and too a big, long breath. “Screw this.” I didn’t bother undressing. I rarely did when I transformed. I sprinted into the woods, my bones cracked. Muscles tore and reformed. My vision blurred, then sharpened into piercing clarity as my human skin gave way to thick black fur. The sound of my own transformation filled the night, a deep, guttural growl that resonated through the trees.

He grabbed me by the neck, and threw me on the floor, they both started kicking me relentlessly, the first rogue stepped on my knee leaning his entire weight on it, and I heard a crack, I shrieked releasing the pain my screeching scream turned into a growl, and now I was screaming for a different reason, all the bones in my body started creaking, the growl turned into a roar, my hands and legs turned to paws, my spine contracted, and extended releasing my tail, my skin felt like it was on fire as fur grew out of every pore, I could feel the transformation and fire flowing through my veins, my vision changed and now looked at the two of them angrily. I jumped up protruding my claws and slashi

Kara stirs within me, her spirit merging with mine. The transformation begins, pain searing through my body as my bones shift and crack. My skin stretches, my senses heighten, and my vision sharpens. I hear the guards falter, their footsteps slowing as they witness the change. My body morphs into my wolf form—a majestic white wolf with sapphire blue eyes.

I was feeling super nervous about it. What if he laughed at my wolf because it was very tiny? I would be mortified, but well, let's just get on with it. "All right, here it goes," I said to him. I called my wolf out and I heard my bones pop as I morphed into my wolf. This time, I didn't feel much pain like my first time, so my transformation this time was a breeze. I looked at my hands and realized that I had fully transformed. I turned back to Frank, and I saw astonishment and wonder in his eyes. I didn't like the look I was getting from him. His lips were tightened, his eyes filled with marvel. He watched me for a while without saying anything

I couldn't help but think about how I could no longer pick him up or bathe him in love. “Agatha, how can you do this to me?” I thought that a mix of anger and longing was consuming me. In addition to raising her child, fighting wolves, and facing a crazy ex-boyfriend, I now had to endure an excruciating transformation. “Hell, you know,” I roared in fury, stretching my paws and assessing the exposed claws. Was it possible to retract them? I focused, imagining how I could retract them, but sighed, trying harder, and nothing happened.

Night descended upon us as the moonlight filled the woods. Jane sat on all fours now. Her transformation continued with her eyes taking on the shade of embers, then quickly turning into two pits of blazing fire. Claws pushed forth as she screamed in pain. Her father and brothers spoke into her mind. I did the same. 'You're almost there, Petal. You're almost free.' Clothes ripped from her back. Her spine shot out. Flesh gave way to bones, which gave way to thick, golden brown furs. Her face tore apart, letting the she-wolf take form. She pushed forward, snarling, defying the night.