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Written by Kybal_Lutra

_ for FakeMan's #TF1000 Contest_

I never realized that this would happen to us.

But here I am, writing words down in a journal I've never used before while he's coming for me, ready to finish changing me into... whatever it is I'm slowly becoming.

I'm not sure I'll even be able to read this once he's done with me, but I need you to know that as of right now, I want this. I want this so incredibly badly that I ache day and night for it to happen.

But I'm scared.

I need to be with him, and I can't fight the compulsion to lose my humanity anymore because holy shit, I want what he's going to give me. I've wanted it for so long now, and it's actually going to happen in just a few minutes. I'm going to get my secret wish granted. How's that for a one-year anniversary present?

He'd been so loving at first, and we'd been so beautiful together. That honeymoon period-- Heh. Honey_moon_. Ironic. --had been just that. Blissful and sweet. And then his first change happened, or exploded actually. His humanity fell by the wayside as his beast took over, and he'd ravaged me with his tongue, with his claws, with his cock.

Oh fuck I need his cock in me so badly.

But most of all, he looked at me with those eyes, so bright and yellow and piercing and wild. I couldn't look away from them as he fucked me hard, simultaneously ruining me and healing me with each thrust and every blink of those eyes that were so unabashedly his. I couldn't stop staring. I'd given over to lust completely, yowling out lewdly as he rutted me like a dog in heat.

That's when I knew I'd wanted to be like him. And maybe that had been the moment I gave in completely, when he bit down hard on my shoulder, filling his mouth with my blood and my veins with his curse. His gift to me.

My reward.

Afterwards, we laid together on the floor, me basking in his warmth, him cuddling me like his pup, which, I guess I was at that point. As a beast, he can't talk or communicate, but I can still understand him. When he'd changed back and he explained what he was, I think my mind... I'm not sure what happened. It was impossible for him to be that, for me to see him as that, and yet here I was, having been thoroughly and wildly fucked by that.

And then he told me that that is what I would now become. And still I loved him. He changed me and I loved him all the more because of it. I knew I'd be broken without him, and he'd be lost without me, and so I loved him and stayed.

And then, I began to change.

The fur had been the first thing to appear that week, sprouting from my naked skin with an itch that burned incessantly. My body temperature steadily rose because of the added layer of insulation until I just couldn't bear to put on clothes anymore for fear of overheating. I had the AC on constantly, and I don't even want to think about what my electric bill was. It was freezing in my apartment and still I burned, like I'm burning now, only for a different reason.

I miss his fur against me. It won't be long though now. He's almost here. I'm almost his.

Next came the claws and the ears and the teeth, all at once in the course of an agonizing day, and my body was wracked with painful spasms as they extended and pushed and became like his.

Just like his.

They're beautiful now, and my tongue is hanging out this very moment, panting as I write this and wait for him to finish what he started.

Oh fucking hell I can't stand being here without him anymore.

I can see more, smell more, hear everything I'd missed as a human, and I realize just how lucky I was to have been chosen by him. Had I really been so pathetically boring before? Why had he been drawn to me? Does it matter now?

Do I even care anymore?

My cock had changed next, and I've been insatiable ever since, wrapping my clawed hand around the canine looking length until I rubbed myself raw. And then I'd bent over and fucked my own mouth, using my tongue to lap up my thick seed, still tasting of humanity.

I thought I could last without him then, and I was so wrong. I needed him more than ever, and he'd known all along, patiently waiting until this moment in time.

I'm ready for him, and I have a craving for him to fill me again, to finally complete what he'd begun.

He's at the door now. I can hear his thumping heart beating through the thin wooden barrier. His musk is floating in through the cracks like some sort of aphrodisiac, driving me wild with lust.

I can't write this for much longer. I can't think straight.

Fuck, it's actually going to happen.

My tapered, thick, red, glistening cock is growing out of my furry sheath, leaking, full and eager to let loose the last of my humanity because of him.

My hole is tingling, empty and excited to accept from him what will be the completion of my new form.

He's inside now, standing just behind me. He's running his claws over my furry back, rubbing his cock against the base of my tail. I can feel his hot breath blowing against my twitching ears.

His tongue licks over the scruff of my neck and up my jaw and-

Fuck, he tastes so good to me. Like fire and heat and utter perfection.

I need him.

He wants me.

This is it.

I'm not scared anymore.

I'm his.

Forever.