{"sf1_id":1583239,"sf2_id":"rm8xNVym","title":"Lycanthrope, in Brief","author":"RetsuNyetsu","words":328,"posted_at":"2020-05-26T05:16:26.000Z","tags":["Female","Human","Knotting","Lycanthrope","Lycanthropy","Male","Mating","Poem","Poetry","Sex","TF","Transformation","Vaginal","Werewolf","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1583239-lycanthrope-in-brief","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/rm8xNVym","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/59/51/5951a7f6-4dc3-46c8-bc7e-820d56150b1e","description":"So writer's block has been a real pain in the ass. This is mostly an experiment, I don't expect that this will be anything like you follow me for, but I felt like if I wanted to get something creative out in the world, then I have to make something short and simple. It's really short too, so the thumbnail really tells you all you need to know.","content":"The Lycanthrope, a simple man by day,\n\nFor the sun gladly hid his harshest self,\n\nIn fear of what he’d do if it had not.\n\nThe passage of time damns him to his fate,\n\nFor the moon’s mercy is sorely lacking,\n\nEspecially on its fullest nights.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nFirst grey dusk, then grey fur like needles,\n\nSpine lengthening, tail growing, ears pointing,\n\nEach movement, a snap and crack of bone.\n\nMalformed nails, sharpened and curved,\n\nDigging into the dirt beneath him,\n\nHe kneels whilst clutching his senses.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA new defense mechanism kicks in,\n\nOne more mental than physical,\n\nTo save the Lycanthrope from himself.\n\nHumanity kept in a little box,\n\nPain doused in seas of new emotions,\n\nInstincts of the wolf in control.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe Lycanthrope can only watch on,\n\nA hulking wolf darting thoughtlessly,\n\nTo quench a thirst all beast-kind shares.\n\nA familiar smell leads the wolf onward,\n\nThe smell of unclaimed seed depository,\n\nAnd cubs to never be seen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe could see her, female Lycanthrope,\n\nFur hiding the last hints of humanity,\n\nBipedal, more beast than man, like him.\n\nEye contact was all they would exchange,\n\nFor what were words to mere animals,\n\nWho only desired brief courtship?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nSoon both could see, a break from grey,\n\nShining red once hidden by flesh,\n\nBuilt to create and built to last.\n\nSoon found itself hidden once more,\n\nThough now inside a different host,\n\nWho would warm it with her presence.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn air of noises unheard by man,\n\nPrimal grunts and moans of all sorts,\n\nEach thrust of flesh, harder and swifter.\n\nBoth on all fours, breeding like animals,\n\nHuman thoughts blissfully unaware,\n\nKnowing it is better this way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA pop of a knot, then a firm lock,\n\nA womb filled with stranger’s seed,\n\nTheir pups will have no human in them.\n\nYet there is no thought of pups tonight,\n\nFor they spend the night locked together,\n\nOnly to wake up separate, in their beds.","series":{"name":"TF (or TF related)","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1575832-that-damn-package.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1590930-unnamed-kobold-story.json"}}