A Cooling Rac
This started off as a second person explanation of an idea for a friend in a TF telegram chat. I've now edited and somewhat expanded it so it's third person.
I normally work with a lot of heat in my transformations, a lot of need, desire, urgency
So this is a bit of a cool divergence.
He closed the door to the chamber, then looked up to the vaulted windows in the tall room. Once upon a time this was used for something else, but now once a month it was his cell. The beast within him stirred as the moon shone down into the center of the room, but it was still only waking up, so the man was able to suppress the animal. Not for long, but the man didn't need long.
Walking to the wall over to the wall, with practice he quickly chained himself up. The chains were strong, stronger than the beast that roiled within him, and locked in such a way that it could not undo them, clever hands or not.
Then the deed was done. He sat against the cold stone, shivering as it chilled his skin. He hated being nude, as if some mark of the beast would show through, but time and again he has found himself left with nothing but scraps of fabric whenever he wore clothing or even a blanket.
Besides, he felt a dark chuckle burble within him as the hated familiar sensation began to build up, he wouldn't be cold for long. In fact, he was no longer cold at all, and his body began to shake as the beast within him fully awoke.
The man began to thrash around in his chains as the sensation of his impending transformation started to overwhelm his senses. Snarling and throwing spittle about, body twisting and contorting as the heat radiated from him, feeling the sensation of ants crawling over his skin as his body hair began to thicken and grow.
Distracted by the fight between his weakening mind and the feral soul of the beast, he did not notice the door to his prison was opened and a woman approached him, but the sudden cool touch on his burning hot skin made him gasp. The cool feeling lingered where the hand touched, even as it roamed over his growing body, playing with the growing hair and fur of his shifting form. His jaw dropped, hanging open as he began to pant, groans of hot anguish turning into pleasant cool huffs. His thoughts were confused; did he not send everyone away tonight? Who was this woman?
Pain lanced through him, questions ripped away as his feet burned, beginning to contort and reshape but the woman's hands are already there, gently massaging the flesh as the man's toes spread and arch lengthens. Cool rubs defeated hot pain in the man's calves and thighs as his lower limbs finishing taking on the bestial raccoon shape.
Coolness instead of heat filled his body, the rage and anger of the beast replaced with a placid pleasant calm. His ears were tugged and reshaped underneath expertly rubbing hands as the fur engulfed the man's face. His tail grew out to full length, the normal thrashing of his transformation replaced with a slow gentle wave.
The man felt her handles gently caress his chin as the pressure within began to build, teeth already reforming and sharpening. He opened his eyes, already shifted to the bestial color and shape, but still holding a spark of intelligence, and looked deep into her own, just as her human nose touched his blackening one.
He opened his mouth to say something, to warn her away, but she moved in first, and wrapped an arm around his broader shoulders, pulling him into a keep kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.
The man closed his eyes as he fell into the deep kiss, feeling oddly at peace as the pressure in his face burst free, mouth and nose stretching and bulging to form a raccoon muzzle. The shift was oddly without pain, but instead the man felt an eager feeling growing as he began to return the kiss more passionately, his longer tongue exploring her human mouth.
He felt his whiskers arch as she pulled away, a soft whimper emitting from the bestial wereraccoon as he wished to continue the embrace, quickly turning to squeaks of fear as the woman began to unlock his chains. He was a beast! An animal! He'll hurt her if she lets him -
The chains dropped to the floor and he was released. The man expected to leap at her with murderous rage, and tensed to fight off his bestial soul, but a heartbeat passed, then another as the transformed man slowly realized that he was in control.
The man tried to speak, but all he could do was squeak in confusion as the woman pulled him away from the wall, towards the center of the room. She guided his paws to her clothing, and eventually the raccoon man got the idea to help her undress. She stood there fully nude, then looked up into the man's eyes and smiled, wrapping her arms around his larger were-form and pulling it close against her.
A warmth filled the man's body, but it was not the heat of rage. A tension inside the man unwound, relaxing has he embraced the woman back, holding each other close as they stood together in the moonlight. He would have questions later, but for now, he would have peace.