[b][u][center]The Easter Moon For Rayoelgatubelo By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Generosa didn’t want to be here, but she knew that there was little chance of leaving. Or rather, little chance of escaping. She looked up at the bird-man that stood at her side, his feathers fading into darkness in the late night dimness. There was little light from the stars and less from the moon hidden behind the clouds, but he still stood there like some beast from the underworld, something that had come to punish her for her sin of cowardice. [i]The rule was that I was to die if I was bitten…[/i] She looked down at her shoulder, the exposed bite mark still there, still bright red. It had been swelling up for the last few days, and she knew that when the full moon hit her, she would be transformed for the first time. That was how it worked. That was what she and the other Redhoods fought against, what they tried to prevent from happening. And she had failed. “Well, I’m looking forward to this. Sorry if you’re not, but...well, no, I’m not particularly sorry, heh.” Pagira chuckled, and she fought the urge to reach for the knife that no longer hung from her waist. She wanted to rip him a new one for joking at her expense, but her weapons had been the first thing that the bird-were had taken from her. The harpy said that they were not needed, that he would protect her from now on. She still felt that it was just a way to keep her helpless and dependent on him. As she huffed, he gave her a nudge, his scaly, taloned hand so different from a human one. “Hey, I wasn’t the one that got bitten by a rabbit, now, was I?” “That was a mistake.” “And a pretty embarrassing one.” “Stop reminding me.” “Oh, look at me. I’m a valiant Redhood, sacrificing myself after getting bitten by a dangerous were. Except you’re not sacrificing yourself, and it wasn’t that dangerous.” Generosa blushed all the worse for that, looking down at the ground as she folded her arms all the tighter around her chest. It wasn’t just his words, either, but also the cool breeze that was passing through the area, chilling her to the bone as it passed over her bare skin. “What are we doing here, anyway?” “I thought you might want to see something pretty.” “Since when do you care about anything of beauty?” “Well, I keep you around, don’t I?” The harpy gestured forward, pushing her to walk through the trees around them. He was right behind her, too, so the chance of changing her mind and fleeing were just about non-existent. They walked for a short time until they reached a flowery field at the edge of the forest that the goshawk harpy called home. It spread out from the trees, many different bundles of flowers opening to the night sky, each one reflecting bits of starlight. Many of them even had little fireflies and moths around them, glimmering in the night. It was beautiful, but she knew better than to think this was the only reason that Pagira had dragged her out here late at night, naked as the day she was born. She looked up at him, only to get another nudge to step forward. The ground was soft and cool beneath her bare feet, but the wind was chilling, biting at her skin with every step she took. She kept her legs tight together as she stepped into the fields, feeling the flowers kissing at her calves as she walked through them. They left little bits of dew along her flesh, making her even colder. Still, at least there was something to look at, even if the shadows were...getting… Shadows...There shouldn’t have been shadows. Generosa looked up at the sky, her eyes going wide as she saw the clouds moving. The moon that had been hidden up til that moment suddenly flared in the sky, bright, white, and completely full. [i]No…[/i] “You tricked me! It’s tonight?!” she shouted. “Yep. Time to see just how good you look as a bunny, girl.” Generosa shivered, turning back towards the woods. She managed a single step before the moonlight fire caught in her veins, and the former Redhood fell to her knees with a shriek of anguish. “AAAAAAAAAGH!” She screamed as she felt like her skin had caught fire, the burning heat running through every limb, every inch of her flesh. Every breath was a struggle to pull down her throat, like breathing in the torches of the old hunts. Every time she breathed, her bones felt like they were too small, too tight for the organs that they protected. And yet, the transformation continued. She clutched her hands to her chest, feeling the fur already spreading along the backs of her fingers and along the palms of her hands. No matter how hard she bit her lips, trying to convince herself that it was a dream, she knew that it wasn’t. The transformation had begun, and there was no stopping it. Whimpering, she looked down at her fingers, staring at her flesh as a soft gray-brown color started to spread along her fingers, moving down to her hands and then up her arms. It prickled, hot and uncomfortable, and it didn’t end with that. The tips of her fingers grew blunt claws, spreading out from her nails and making for dark, ugly implements. As she whimpered, as she cried from the transformation, she could feel herself hunching forward. A sudden pressure on her spine left her leaning forward, her body getting longer than her skin had space to hold. She felt her body aching, stretching, pulling in all directions as she felt like she was expanding inside. Then her flesh relaxed, her legs aching and her back in agony as she was suddenly bigger, her body growing through fits and bursts, growth that would take a human years happening in seconds. She gasped as she fell over, landing on all fours, the fur already spreading up her neck and down her back. Where it went, it seemed to enhance either bestial traits or her feminine ones, going so far as to start growing her breasts, making them bigger as the fur covered them, leaving her feeling the weight dangling down all the more heavily. “Heh, and here I thought you couldn’t look any more vulnerable,” the bird whispered from the shadows. “Here you sit, and Pagira waits. Waiting for his chance to swoop in and take what is his.” “Mmmph...you...you monster…” She whined as she looked up, seeing the glint of the moonlight in the harpy’s eyes in the distance. He was staring right at her, looking over her body. Whimpering, she turned her head. “Don’t look at me.” “Mmm, but how can I not, girl? The prey will always attract the eyes of the predator…” Whining as the transformation continued, Generosa pulled her hands over her breasts, trying to cover them as they grew bigger, more fertile-looking, like some common tavern wench looking to provide milk for some rich woman’s child. She whimpered, feeling like they were some joke that the curse was playing on her body, leaving her looking worse than she had ever imagined. The fur continued to spread down her back, over her hips and rump. She could feel the prickle of more hair growing just over the cheeks, forming a twitching, wriggling tail that refused to stop moving, and her hips grew outwards, flaring like some den mother that was born to breed, and breed, and breed… The heat that burned in her veins settled into her belly, and she screamed again as her insides felt achingly empty. She rolled onto her sides, shouting at the moon as her pussy suddenly flared with heat, dripping like mad. She kicked her legs, her heels crushing the flowers beneath them as the transformation thickened her muscles, rushing down her legs for the signature feature of the rabbit. “Please, no, don’t...not like this! Not like this!” She screamed, her head already burning and aching as her ears grew up, rushing up to the top and back of her head and lengthening. They were big, heavy, long, almost ready to fall on her face in seconds, and she grabbed them tight, pulling them over her eyes so she didn’t have to watch her feet grow. But she felt it, felt the stretch that cracked and twisted her soles. Her toes were dragged forward, her feet getting inhumanely long, spreading, flattening slightly, getting thinner but no less strong. “Nnnngh! Pagira! You...you…” Thump. She gasped, turning her head to the side. His taloned feet were right beside her head, and as she panted, her face twisting into a rabbit muzzle, she looked up to see that he had lost what little clothes he wore. His cock, little more than a wriggling, large worm, pointed down at her. And she shamefully felt the hunger of her body for it. “No...no, I am...I am a chaste…” “You are prey, girl,” Pagira whispered, lifting one set of talons and dropping them on her chest, the needle-points gripping one of her breasts hard and fast, squeezing it. “You are prey...and you are [i]mine.[/i]” Once, she might have fought that, but once, she had been something other than a rabbit. Once, she had the instincts of a warrior, not a beast that fled from the hunters. Desperately, she spread her legs as the fur rushed over them, her mutated, long feet and stubby toes curling as she offered her body to him. And as he took it, she felt the shameful heat inside of her being sated, and she wept. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]