{"sf1_id":121508,"sf2_id":"k1V63ND1","title":"ONE OF THESE NIGHTS (English Version)","author":"Twillight","words":622,"posted_at":"2010-01-22T22:14:00.000Z","tags":["Dream","Female","Male","Night","Succubus","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/121508-one-of-these-nights-english-version","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/k1V63ND1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/56/a7/56a7ea99-a53d-4ee0-a448-98aa4f251f35","description":"","content":"This is the english Version translated with the Google-Translator.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA low moan. UNREST!Roll.Flabby shadows. Sticky embrace.   \nOne vote. What does it say? What does it say?   \nConfidence? What kind of confidence?   \nA knock knock!\n\nSuddenly: Absolute silence.   \nHe opens his eyes: Nothing! Absolute darkness.   \nA dream.   \nAND he shocks:   \nWhy can not I move?   \nWho holds me?   \nWHAT hold me tight?   \nA cramp? A SPASM?   \nBewildered and frightened, he tries to reach the switch.   \nAnd it can not.   \nCollapses.\n\nAnd because he feels it, this tiny little flame   \nwhich now is beginning to eat through his body.   \nBigger and bigger it becomes. A wildfire ignited in his body.   \nHe wants to scream,   \nand it can not.   \nHe wants to cry   \nand it can not.   \nHe wants to flee,   \nand it can not.   \nHis consciousness, scared, trapped in his own body.\n\nHis thoughts are shooting up like lightning through my head:   \nWHAT HAPPENS TO ME?   \nHe closes his eyes:   \nTHE PAIN!   \nTHE PAIN!\n\nDNA chains are broken. Skidding into other cells. And make other new strands.   \nSo far, inactive genes send out instructions.   \nCells expire and are built up elsewhere to other entities.   \nBones shrink, move, resize, deform.   \nBodies migrate or die.   \nFormed even new organs?   \nFEAR! FEAR! FEAR!\n\nGrinding. Burn. Hot breath. Sweat. Cold sweat. The blood rushed to the only way through the veins.   \nRattle. Near suffocation.   \nAnd above all:\n\nTHE PAIN !!!!!!!! PAIN !!!!!\n\nThen it's over.   \nSlowly his mind again climbs to the surface.   \nCan I dare?   \nWhat was that just?   \nAm I dead?   \nHe opens his eyes slowly and carefully.   \nAll things in space are in their proper place.   \nHave tempered Well, I shall probably the lamp, he thinks.   \nBut the light is off. He sees things in the room without a light source?   \nSlowly, the feeling returns to his body.\n\nDry mouth. The tongue touches: Palpated and sharp teeth!   \nWet and cold it through him and he begins to scan:\u0026nbsp;His perfectly toenails have made sharp claws place.   \nHis fingernails have become longer and more pointed, but no claws.   \nHis skin is covered with extremely soft thick fur.   \nHe believes his mind is collapsing, which is still his body?   \nBut there is something else, something was scratching at the surface and tries to manifest itself.\n\nHe suppressed it.   \nAnd further scans.   \nAnd reaches into the void!   \nHow?   \nIn the center of his manhood, a slot?   \nWorlds crumble. Buildings crumble.\n\nHe does not want   \nBut the suppressed forces him   \ngaining more and more power.   \nAnd then there is this unbearable curiosity.   \nWhen he is exploring further, unmoved found to his surprise that his two nipples   \nto two well-formed, have formed buds crowned hills.   \nWhen his (or should we now say her?) Hands brush over her drives him (her?) An extremely comforting goosebumps Showers   \nthrough the body.   \nRain showers to the ecstasy   \nCan he admit it? Must he accept it?   \nAnd two horns growing from the sides of the head also normal.   \nWHAT?   \nAnd the oppressed are now finally paves its way.   \nHe / She does not hide it any longer, get out of it can be.\n\nA veil falls away from her. Where am I?   \nA glance at a photo: Who is this man?   \nFragments of a memory of another life lost in the fog.   \nShe brushes it off.   \nFinal.   \nWas there a time before now?   \nShe gets up, stretches and stretches.   \nWhile spreading out their leather-upholstered wing.   \nExpands every fiber of her body.   \nIts wild blood penetrates into every cell.   \nAgain, these showers!   \nHer athletic body is taut as a harp will vibrate in the wind side.   \nShe is ready.\n\nA set of the window,   \nOne last look back.\n\nOut into the night\n\n* * *\n  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n\n"}