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Rubber Moonlight

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A cold fall wind blows through the forest, the half barren trees rustle as leaves fall to the ground like rain. A few leaves fall into the campfire causing it to release black smoke. Five humans sit around the campsite as one of the smaller there, her glasses big and around tries to speak in a spooky voice but comes out soft and sweet, “They ran and ran. As James tightly held onto Jane’s hand. Trees fell behind them as they tried to outrun the creature they accidentally released. Their minds raced with the fates of their friends, twisted and turned into vile monsters, and now they were next!” she softly yells.

The two guys sitting across the way look at her bored but remain silent as the girls accompanying each of them hold into their hands, as they have a more fearful to her story, “The only way to escape is to jump! Says James as Jane looks to him nervously, then back at the thunderous roar of the creature right on them. They look down to the river below and with the last ounce of courage they jump into the raging rivers. But despite the force James never let’s go of Jane’s hand.”

“What a brave man,” says one of the girls.

“Yes, so brave,” the guy beside her with a hint of sarcasm.

“It was not till the next morning that James would awake, finding himself on the river bank. He coughs a bit of water as he’s completely drenched. As his thoughts come to him, he squeezes and feels Jane hand. “Jane!” he yells out as he turns to her. “I’m here, and now we can be together forever,” says Jane as she revealed to have green fish scale slimy skin. Her webbed fingers tightly grip James hand and with a grin she drags him back into the river where she will turn him into river monster just like her. And you know what? They say those events happened here. At the nearby river. So, you better be careful tonight. If you hear something creeping in the woods. It might be the creatures of the river looking for more to add to their ranks!”

One of the girls lets out a high-pitched scream as she holds tightly onto her boyfriend, “Don’t worry Emile, I’ll protect you,” says Adam as he pulls her close.

“You couldn’t be that scared of Carmine’s story Bella? Her voice clearly doesn’t make it scary,” remarks Paul.

Bella shakes her head, “N-no. Of course, I wasn’t scared. I was simply hoping they’d escape.”

“You know Carmine never tells stories like that.”

“I was still hopeful,” she replies as Carmine adjusts her glasses, brushing away her long light brown hair from the space between the lenses and her eyes.

“I do hope you liked it. I worked really hard on it,” says Carmine as she looks down toward the fire, her voice becomes softer than before.

“It was good enough for me,” says Adam as he looks over to Emile, “Hey Emile, why don’t we head back to our tent. There I can really protect you,” he says as he takes her by the hand and guides her over to their shared tent.

Paul smirks, “I think that is a fine idea. Come on Bella, it’s late. Let’s get some rest,” he says as she nods.

“It is late. I could use some sleep,” Bella replies as they head to their tent leaving Carmine sitting by the campfire by herself within moments.

“Goodnight,” she barely manages to say in a soft whisper before they enter their tents. Carmine listens to the crackle of the fire and the soft crickets echoes into the background. She takes a moment to sit there, collecting her own thoughts, “At least they offered me to come on this Halloween camping trip.”

A few more minutes pass before she hears Paul call out from within his closed-up tent, “Carmine, put out the fire will you?”

“Okay, but it should burn lower first…” she says softly as she takes a stick and pokes the logs to spread them wood to help it burn faster.

“Hey, I said to put it out, not make it brighter,” he groans through the tent.

“Sorry… I’ll put it out,” she says softly as she reaches for the bucket and is about to toss water onto the fire when she notices that the bucket is empty. She softly sighs to herself, “I need to get some water, I’ll be back,” she says as she makes her way toward the river.

Carmine’s shoes crunch the leaves and twigs on the ground. An owl hoots in the distance as the brilliant full blood moon. The rare reddish glow overhead gives an alien feel to the world around her. As she approaches the river the moonlight reflects in its surface with only some debris being carried off in the water gives any indication of the hidden strength of water current.

Carmine approaches the edge of the water, now only a foot away from the river’s bank when she hears a snap of a twig from off to the side. Carmine spins and looks around, “Hello? Paul? Adam? You two better not be pulling this one again,” she calls out, yet gets no response but a cold wind blowing through her hair.

Carmine softly sighs as she mutters, “I’m getting myself worked up,” as she turns back toward the river when a low guttural growl catches her attention. A chill runs down Carmine’s spine as she spins around to see a large feral humanoid black bodied, white long flowing hair with white chest marking wolf. But as Carmine takes a step back to it, the wolf on all fours, head low to the ground, its yellow eyes staring right at her.

Deep within Carmine’s mind she can tell something is off about this wolf. The light of the moon reflects too well off of her skin. It’s shape though clearly canine is still too humanoid. Their tail swishes behind them as they take another step toward her.

Carmine sprints, dropping the bucket in the process as she lets out a soft “scream” which could barely be considered a yell if even that. The wolf gives chase and within only a few moments Carmine feels the wolf bite on her arm and with immense strength and prowess pull her away deeper into the forest.

Branches and bushes painfully run across Carmine’s body as she is dragged away. She continues to softly scream as blood trickles down her arm. The wolf’s yellow eyes for the moment focused ahead of it as Carmine weakly hits against the beast’s side feeling a smooth latex feel.

Further she felt something was wrong in the deep recesses of her mind. The anthropomorphic shape with clear feral features, the wolf’s breasts press against her side, but none of this was on her mind, only the fact that some creature was dragging her away farther from the camp, farther from help, her arm bleeding from the powerful bite that holds her hostage.

“Let go!” she softly yells her body carried off even further with breathtaking speed as she feels more helpless than a sheep caught by a wolf. Tears roll down her eyes as her panicked mind wonders what terrible fate is about to fall upon her. When will the creature stop and finish the job?

Suddenly the strange rubber-wolf creature lets her go in the middle of a small field, the light of the blood moon allows Carmine to see the clear features of this wolf. Their yellow eyes lock onto her own, and by some chance her glasses though lopsided on her face remained with her.

Carmine instinctively grasps her arm as she sits on the soft grass, the wolf stalks around her as the mix of wolf and humanesk features become even clearer to her. A shiver runs down her spine, her heart beats quicker as she tries to grasp the concept of the mythical beast that is there before her.

She feels the warm slick blood across her arm, her free hand grasps the bite tightly in a vain attempt to stop the bleeding. She looks down at her wound as she notices the bleeding continues but the blood itself oozes and congeals like some sort of gel. It flows right back into her wounds which burn ever hotter causing Carmine to groan in pain as she tightly holds into her arm. Her entire body shakes as the heat spreads from her arm and flows through her body with every heartbeat.

Carmine lifts her head to see the strange wolf staring at her several feet away. She lets out a huff of air as she sits on her haunches her estranged mix of feral with clear anthropomorphic features helps put the pieces of the puzzle together that have been raging in the back of Carmine’s mind this whole time.

“Werewo--,” her thought is cut off by the spreading heat through her body. Her body burns as if it’s on fire. She lets out a scream louder than anything she has ever done before as she feels her body begin to shift and change. Bones crack and shift as Carmine digs her fingers into the ground leaving deep gashes into the ground and digging up mud in the process.

Her fingers elongate her palms grow in width and length as knuckles crack, the soft smooth fingernails crack and tear off as sharp black canine claws take their place.

Her thin frame strains to handle the changes as her body grows. Muscles grow bigger, her bust expanding as black and white fur sprouts all over her body like weeds going wild. Carmine’s back cracks and snaps as new bones are born from the old, lengthening her body as her shoes grow tighter and tighter. Carmine’s mind tries to process the pain of her skeletal structure being redefined underneath her skin. Her eyes go wide as she can see her skin bulge for moments where the bones move ahead of the rest of her body. The throbbing pain grows and grows till it becomes all-encompassing heat that fills her to her very core.

Her heels pop out of the back of her shoe as her feet elongate. Her new canine claw toes cut into the soles of her shoes as she drags her feet along the ground. Clothes tear and rip off her body as her muscles grow, thickening her thighs and body.

A pressure builds at the base of her spine which only grows more and more. Carmine pants heavily her eyes frantically looking over her constantly changing form as she feels something else growing outside of her own form. Something in her mind grows stronger and stronger, a force wanting to break free. She feels the throbbing of her heartbeat in her ears as they grow out of her head.

Carmine tries to keep these growing feelings in check, but as she lets out a scream of pain as her muzzle elongates, her tongue thickening, widening, growing longer as sharp canines fill her mouth. More and more teeth sprout between her elongating gums, her incisors push out almost past her lips the cry turns into a deep feral howl.

The other sleek rubbery wolf watches, waits as she sees Carmine’s thick fluffy tail grow out, black along most of it, white at the base. Carmine’s soft brown hair turning into a blood red as her brown eyes darken into a deep red.

Carmine feels her slick furred body come into completion. She pants heavily as thoughts rush through her head. Her nostrils flare as she smells her packmate. A force of feelings telling her without words what she is.

As the last of changes take her, a few shreds of clothing left on her are quickly torn away by her own sharp claws as the feeling of the cloth against her fur felt foreign, wrong. She didn’t even think about it, she simply acted. Impulses in her body call out for more, she lets out a snarl a growl, memory of the bite lingers in her mind as she looks up with her red eyes into the other werewolf.

The feral yellow eyes meet her own. Carmine curls her lips showing off her complete set of deadly pearly whites. The white-haired wolf stands on her hind legs for the first time looking down at Carmine who stares back at her.

Carmine feels herself reading the other wolf like an open book. Each move of her body, tail motion, ear twitch, movement of her lips, how her eyes met with her own told her more than she ever needed to know but all she wanted. Wordless but colorful in language helped the developing mind set sink in.

The filter over Carmine’s world was completely smashed to pieces, perhaps never to be put together again. She felt better than ever before, fierce and powerful. Carmine took her first semi-feral steps moving as naturally as if she’s done it all her life. With the last vestiges of her human mind slipping away she felt gratitude to her packmate for what she obtained.

The white-haired wolf then let out a long deep howl up toward the blood moon. Carmine looks to it for the first time and feels an urge within her. Like having to pop bubble wrap. She unleashed a loud howl equal to that of her packmate. Their song echoed through the forest as others within the forest joined the choir.

Back at the campsite the fires flicker, the sound of wolves howling causes Emilie to stir and hold noto Adam.

“Do you hear that?” she asks.

“Yes, but don’t worry. It’s nothing,” he says as a shadow moves over across the tent. Adam sits up as he yells out, “Carmine, what is taking you so long? Put out that fire.”

A moment later a hiss is heard as water is splashed over the fire and the bucket clatters to the ground, “Finally,” remarks Adam as the tent shakes causing Emile to jump.

“Carmine, look what you did,” he says as he unzips the tent, “Carmine you can--” his words are cut off as a sleek rubbery webbed green fish scaled hand wraps around his head. The yellow eyes of the rubber fish monster tightly holding Adam’s mouth shut.

Adam lets out a muffled scream as Emile is unable to see what is happening. Adam’s eyes are wide with fear as he tries to rip the creature’s hand away from his face but is powerless to do so. This fish wasn’t going to let its catch get away...