• When the moon is right
    Let us meet in the night

    The man throws open the curtains and pushes the window open wide. Then putting his hands on the seal, he allows himself to look out across the landscape. From the second story, he can see far across the woods that surrounded his home. The crickets sing and the trees weave back and forth in the breeze. Here and there shadows seem to dance in the darkness, beckoning any and all to come and join. He rippes his eyes away from the forest to gaze up at the sky. Clouds float lazily through the night sky, and stars twinkle gently amongst them. The moon hangs full and high, gazing down at the landscape like a silent mother. His blood quickens at the sight and his hair at the nap of his neck begins to rise.
    He grips the window seal, hearing the wood groan and creak in his hands.
    He rocks back than launches himself from the window. The air whips and tears around him as the ground rushes to meet him. He feels a sudden pressure in his limbs as he lands on all fours on the ground. He a low growl escapes his lips as the change takes hold of him, gingerly at first, than lustfully comsuming. He feels his bones snap and break, and just as quickly reform and healing back into their new postions. His muscles strech and coil, bulging in places and sliming in others. His arms grow long and muscluar, his nails become sharp and curve. His skin becomes tight like that of a snake getting ready to shed. He reaches up with his newlhy formed claws and tears away the now tight suit of human flesh from his body up to his neck, and with a great swipe of his powerfull arm tosses it. And than, feeling his face become hot and strain, reaches up and removes the mask of human flesh. His nose extends into a full muzzle and his ears extend and point straight up to the sky. His jaw snaps back and forth, and his dull teeth are soon replaced by moon white daggers. His eyes, the last thing to change, soon transformed from hazey brown, to the bright yellow tint of the stars. And through it all, the man twists and raves in pain and exstacy, pleasure mixed with agony.
    After what seems like an eternity, the man slumps forward in his new form. His breathing comes in ragged breaths,and his tongue hangs loosely from his mouth. Then gaining control of himself once more, he throws his head up and lets out a long glorious howl. The sound vibrats through the night, sounding above everything else and hangs in the air long after it ends. Than man lowers his head, and tosses the remains of his old face to the ground along his bodys flesh. The moon still hangs in the sky above and watchs the whole scene unfold silently. The man looks into the forest, his eyes penetrating the thick blanket of darkness. His ears perk to the wind and his nostrils flare and drink in the scents around him as if he scenting a bottle of fresh wine. Than lowering his head, he charges into the forest, leaving his home behind and feeling the night air rush past him. His fur twists in the wind and his ears lay close to his skull.
    Trees stand sliently back as the beast rushes past them, there limbs and leaves rustling gently in the breeze. He ran for many meters before finally coming to halt in a clearing. Small, maybe a few yards from end to end, the clearing still posses a beauty all its own. A small stream ran close by its edge and a large flat stone lay on its side near it. The moonlight floods in from the hole in the forest roof, bathing the area in its white light. The man, panting from the run, lowers his muzzle to the ground sniffing, searching. His ears perked to the wind, bleeding out all the normal sounds of the night. When he finds nothing suspious, he allowed his body to change back to that of a human, the pelt of the beast falling like a blanket silently to the forset floor. Sweat pours from his naked form as he stumbls to the rock to sit down. His dark hair, wet with sweat, dipped to cover most of the his face, but even in his human form no one could mistake the still wolfish features that shape the man's handsome face. His muscles, tirm and lean, glistens in the moon's light. His now hazal eyes watch the moon closely.
    And there, bath in the moon's light, he waits. The night here was still and silent and the only sound came from the gently flowing of the stream nearby. And still the man watchs the moon, as if capitivated by its beauty. But it is not the moon that the man sits in watches, but what the moon will reveal.
    Than there, against the moon, a shadow. So small and frail, the man would have missed it had he not been staring. It darted here and there, moving quickly. The man follows its erratic movements, his eyes darting back and forth. Finally the tiny creature goes into a dive, plummenting to the ground. As it neared the man could make out its leathery wings and dense fur.
    The bat continued to plumment, racing to the ground at an ungodly speed. At the last second it archs up and hovers a mere feet from the ground. Than as the man watched, the bat changed. Its tiny body streches and lenghtens, growing larger and slender. Its wings fall away, soon replaced by delicate arms and hands. Its body arched and curved,as if being sclupted. Its melaficent face falls away, beings replaced by that of the most beautifull woman than the man had ever laid his eyes upon. Long white hair flowed from her head and cascaded down her shoulders in waves. Her skin was as marble white as the moon above. And through it all the man felt himself drawn away from her body to her smiling face, in which two golden Irises where enjeweled. Those eyes had always had the power to hold the man entranced, leading him most nights to forget entirely what this delicate creature was before him. Only the pointed canines gave her away the idenity of what she reveal was.
    The man continued to stare as the woman approached. When they were mere inches apart, the man still found himself staring at her. The woman raised a hand to her mouth and giggled softly against, shaking him loose from the spell. Warmth feeled his cheeks as he regain his senses again. To distract himself he look past her to the moon still high in the sky. It was around midnight by the moon's position.
    A soft giggle drew him back to the woman before him. She reached out and gently stroke his still sweat covered cheek. To this day the man was still amaze how soft her skin felt and the coolness it possessed. She leaned in to bring her face closer to his. Her scent flared forth and even with his human senses, it nearly overwhelmed him. His breath caught in his thoart, but he didn't allow his face to change or show any of the emotion he felt.
    She chuckled softly again and laid a gentle hand on his chest. Than, leaning foward she met his lips with her own. The man froze for a moment, her soft lips always catching him off guard, than he slowly sank into the kiss, marveling in the taste of her lips. She pushed him down across the rock, than in a fluid motion lay against him, first kissing his lips softly and gingerly, than devouring them in a fit of hunger lust. The man wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer, his mind going numb with the softness of her flesh. He allowed his hands to explore, to wander across the vastness of her. She moaned as the man's wandered and venture, his hands gently messaging her skin all the while allowing his lips to kiss her breast. She sat up and looked down at the man, a golden smile speadering across her lips. Than slowly, she joins her body to his, the warmth of her sends a lighting bolt through the man's mind. The man arches his head back. It was true the change held some amount of exstacy at times, but none compared to this.
    A grunt escapes his lips as she slowly begins work her hips, grinding her flesh soothingly against his. The man reaches out and laces her fingers with his own. He bares his teeth as she starts to rock her hips faster and faster. He lets out a low animal growl as he feels himself began to climax. She slowly lowers herself to him and covers his mouth with her own again. Their tongues twist and turn, dancing together. Than she tosses her head back and lets out a scream of pleasure as she climaxes. The sound lefts high to the clouds and the moon itself seems to shimmer. The man moans loudly with her as he comes shortly after her.
    Than they lay together spent and weary. Sweat covers their bodies as they lay together, holding eachother close. The woman cuddles close to the man's chest and slowly strokes his sweat drenched jaw, and collar bone. The man knows what would come next, and lays still as the womans nail cuts a fine red line in his flesh. It hurt for only moment and soon the pain ebbs into the background on the afterglow. Slowly she raises her lips and tongue to the cut and laps at the dripping blood. The man lays back as her tongue continues to lap at the blood on his neck, like a cat from a bowl. Than she turns her head and stares at the man, her white hair dripping over her face and a drop of blood trail down the corner of her mouth. The man reaches out and wipes the blood gently off with his finger. The woman smiles gently and leans back down against him once more. The moon had fallen well past the midnight position. They lay there, drenched in sweat and holding each other for a long time. Than the woman slowly pushed herself and smiling down at him, she coaxes him up. The man knows it was time to go, but takes his time getting up. Soon though, they stand together, bathed in the light of the retreating moon. The man transfixes his eyes on the moon's pale form. Than he looks down at the woman. She looks up to meet his eyes, and slowly a smile comes to her lips once more. She reaches out, holds his head in her hands and pulls his face close to hers once more and kisses him, gently and passionatly. The man returns the kiss, marveling again at her lip's taste. Than she pulls back, and looks at him. Their eyes meet once more, and slowly her form begans to weaver, becoming translucent. The man watches as her body turns into mist, beginning from her feet and climbing across the rest of her body. And the last thing he saw before her face disppears, was her smile. The mist swirls and turns like a dragon in the air, carassing the man's face before floating off on the wind. The man watches till it disappears. The man closes his eyes and wills the change to come. Than back on all fours, he bounds into the forest, a rustle of leaves the only sound present in the still night. And through all this the moon looms, silently and watchfull.