Moonlit Night

	The cool fall evening was quiet and still, chilly breezes rustling the leafs that had scattered upon the ground. The red sun lazily bobbed on the horizon. Whoops and lively conversation poured out into the night from a small storefront. Many people had gathered into the trading card venue to play away their evening. A young red kobold sat at a table in the back, worriedly looking over his hand of cards. It was too late, he could not win the match. He laid his hand down in defeat and a voice called it out.
	"Walden! Out! Winners advance to next bracket!"
	Walden smiled, standing on top of his chair to lean across the table to shake his defeater’s hand. He still had fun, but he wished he didn’t get knocked out so quickly. Though it was getting late, he didn't intend for his night to end so early. Walden flopped back down into his chair, gathering his playing cards into a decorated tin, then safely tucking them away in his rucksack. A hand clasped around Walden's shoulder and gave him a quick nervous shake.
	Walden turned his head to see who was shaking him. He looks up to see his friend Kazrick, a young tan bat he had been friends with for some time. His  long ears were pinned back and his other hand gripped his shirt nervously. Kazrick's lips were curled into a frantic frown, his sharp incisors poking past his lips. Kazrick already had his bag thrown over his back and fidgeted nervously in place.
	“W-we should go, before it gets too late." Kazrick sputtered.
	Walden slid off his chair on the floor, only standing about belly high to the tall bat. He smirked up at Kazrick.
	"What, you afraid of the dark or something? What if I had kept playing?"
Kazrick shifted again, looking towards the window as he answered.
	"I would have left without you. Also, you aren't that good."
	Walden gave a firm playful punch to Kazrick's thigh.
	"Lets catch that bus, I got tons of homework to do. College really piles it on, doesn't it?"
	Kazrick nodded meekly, wrinkling his pink and black spotted nose.
The two exited the card shop into the quiet cool night. The twilight was void of sound, other than the short tingle for the door's bell and the leaves dancing in the breeze. Walden and Kazrick walked down the empty street, crunching leaves under their strides. Walden looked up to watch Kazrick, his eyes darting from his wrist watch to the horizon and back. He seemed really worked up.
	"Hey man, you doing alright? You seem really nervous." Walden asked, almost having to break out in a jog to keep up with Kazrick’s long strides.
	"I just need to get home. I have things to take care of." Kazrick sputtered nervously, speeding ahead.
	As the sun sank below the horizon, the rosy hue faded into the inky black of the autumn night sky. Several lazy clouds hung in the night sky, lined silver by the moon behind it. Suddenly a loud rumble came up behind the two friends, headlights blasting past them. The bus passed by the two, as they broke out in a full run, waving their arms and shouting for the bus to wait for them. The bus stop post was still two blocks away and with no one waiting at it, the bus sped off into the night, taking a turn and vanishing behind the wooded park across the street. The two stopped running, Kazrick's eyes opened wide, the streetlights reflecting off his eyes.
	"NO! But I... I need...."
	Kazricks spun his head wildly towards Walden, making him jump.
	"Hey man, its ok. We can wait for the next, or just walk back. It wouldn't take too long to get back." Walden said, reaching out to place a hand on Kazrick’s arm. Kazrick shook off Walden's hand, dropping his bag. He turned quickly to face Walden, his face twisted with stress.
	"I gotta go. Take my stuff home. Don't... worry... and please don't follow me!" Kazrick shouted, backing away from Walden.
	Walden stared at him with disbelief and before he could say anything, Kazrick suddenly bolted across the street, heading into the heavily wooded park. Walden watched Kazrick dart into the dark trees, stunned in sheer surprise. Why would he do that? After a moment passed, Walden shook it off, jogging across the street into the park after his friend.
	Walden walked down the dark wooded path, fallen leaves crunching under his feet. His arm outstretched, he held his phone out to light his path. Walden suddenly stepped on something soft and woolen. He bent down to illuminate what he stepped on. It was a shirt, red and form fitting. The same shirt Kazrick had been wearing. Long jagged tears started from the neckline and spread almost all the way down the shirt. Walden bolted upright, a chill shooting through his spine. Something was wrong, very wrong.
	A pained wail echoed through the trees. The wails got louder, then suddenly deeper, almost into a growl or roar. Walden backpedaled, turning to run. He sprinted down the path, trying to escape before whatever made the sound found him. It was too late. Hunched yards away was a dark hulking figure. Walden couldn't make it out what it was, but it was large, its hot breath fogging the air around it. Slowly the clouds parted, revealing the full moon behind them, the moonlight pouring into the woods, lighting up the dark figure.
	It was unlike anything Walden has seen before. Thick bristling brown fur covered the hunched creature, thick muscles coiling under it. Long ears twitched at Walden's every panic breath. It moved forward, scrapes of clothing falling from the thick fur. It moved forwards towards Walden, its long powerful forearms supporting its weight. What appeared to be wings sprouted from the forearms curled near its sides. As it got closer, Walden could see its face clearly. A blunted snout, with long fangs pointing past its lips. And a pink nose, speckled with black.
	"Kaz..... is that you? What… happened?" Walden said nervously, not knowing what to do. He couldn’t escape and he couldn’t fight something like that. The beast let out a low growl, bearing its teeth, the moonlight gleaming off them. Suddenly the beast lunged forward, grabbing Walden and pinning him to the ground, swiftly sinking the large fangs into the Kobold's shoulder. Walden couldn’t hear anything but the deep growl and blood rushing from his shoulder, the fangs still buried deep in him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t cry for help. This was the end of him.
	Then something happened. The beast removed his fangs from the kobold’s shoulder, sitting back on its haunches, watching intently. Walden breathed heavily, the bite starting to burn and fill his body with warmth from the point of impact. It flowed through his body, making him feel hot all over and his muscles ache. Walden snapped his head up to look at the beast, but was surprised at what he saw. The beast had a large erection, extending past thick tufts of fur around its groin. The cock twitched and leaked, as if the beast was waiting for something.
	Walden realized he was at full mast, pressing painfully against his shorts. Was it from the excitement or the bite? Walden’s mind was going fuzzy, but it dawned on him what was happening. He was turning. Into a beast. His body ached as it expanded, already changing. Nothing could be done, he soon would be one with the beast. 
	He almost wanted it at this point, the bite driving him to be more primal. He wanted the beast's body, Kazrick's body. Walden’s muscles expanded, his clothing tearing around his body. His clothing now in tatters, Walden's mind went completely primal, moaning out in discomfort and pleasure. Dark fur quickly covered his crimson hide as his bones popped and cracked, his limbs growing longer and thicker. His tail shrank into a small tapered tail as wings slowly grew from his fur covered arms. A thick furry mane grew from his neck, bushy and soft. His already pointy fangs grew longer, the point grew past his lips as his ears grew larger. With a burning but pleasant sensation, his cock grew twice its size, thick and ebony, heavy orbs hanging under him. He was now complete, a werebat writhing on the earthy ground.
	Kazrick suddenly was on top of Walden again, his wet thick shaft pressing into Walden's newly formed ass, tip spreading apart the werebat’s insides as it was slowly shoved into Walden. Walden let out a loud screech like sound, claws digging into the alpha bat’s chest as he felt the girth of his friend turned feral split him in two. This feeling of lust was overwhelming, sensations beyond belief as he himself throbbed between their bodies, pre leaking and pooling into his new fur. Warmth filled his innards, the alpha’s pre soaking into him as he was used, feeling every inch of the cock that scraped his pleasure spot and left him panting and yowling. Claws dug into the earth next to him, as he himself dug claws into his friend’s fur, holding on to the simple sensation of being rutted.
	This was what he had wanted for a long time. Maybe not as a changed kobold into were bat, but having Kazrick breed him. Walden had always admired the bat and the few times he could sneak peeks at the shy bat spurred his arousals at night sometimes. Now, his alpha’s balls slapped at his ass, lewd slurping coming from every thrust at how much pre was being produced. The iron rod in his ass bulged his belly some, leaving the new were bat full and content at being a beta underneath. His lot in life now was to please the older were bat, something he was completely fine with.
	His mind hazed over fully as he felt his on coming climax. His claws dug deeper, snarling as he started to arch his back and hump back onto Kazrick’s spire of meat. By the drool and labored breathing of the were bat above, the alpha was close to his limit too. It didn’t matter as Walden finished first. With a loud screech, he clamped around Kazrick’s shaft, his dick throbbing as rope after rope of hot seed splattered onto both of their chests. His insides milked the were bat dick in his rump as he spilled his load. Another screech joined in soon after his as Kazrick unloaded his own essence, hot white fire flooding into the new were bat’s insides. Walden could feel seed leaking down onto his stubby tail now as the alpha finished pumping his load. With a feral grin, Kazrick started up again, pumping away as Walden himself kept his erection. Tonight, that was only the first of many orgasms they would share.

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Slowly the sounds of birds roused Walden. He blinked his eyes sleepily, his sight bringing the world to view as he saw the naked tree branches above him. Suddenly his eyes shot open fully, remembering what happened. Kazrick was draped over him, naked, snoring softly. Walden suddenly realized he, too, was naked and stank of sex. His rear was sore like never before, Kazrick really let him have it. Walden felt the dull throb on his neck where he was bitten. He looked up towards Kazrick, still sleeping. Walden tried to get up, but his body refused. They were off the beaten path, no one would find them like this. He closed his eyes again, a lazy smile crawling across his face. A werebat. It could be fun.