The Final Moon Worship
By Sammyall on Furafinity

Quick Summary:
	The full moon is out, and you're ready to make one last prayer to the moon gods. Depending on their answer, you might become something you so desperately want, or it could not work. Time will only tell what the gods will say…

Contains:
Transformation (werewolf/wolf), Corruption, Worship, Pain (general descriptions), Loss Of Self (kinda), Mental Fighting (idk what term to put here, but it fits)

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The clouds parted to show the object of your worship, the full moon. Looking towards the majestic object, you see that it's dead center in the sky, meaning that the ritual was ready to be preformed. As a worshiper of the moon, you were preparing to attempt to gain the blessing of the moon. All this work, all this time, everything will be worth it if the moon gods will hear your prayers. Doing everything you needed to do for the ritual, you finish the whole thing by saying  one last prayer to the moon gods, then waiting for their response. It did not take long for the moon gods to respond to your prayer, to your request. The gods you so fervently worship have given you an answer, one that satisfies both parties.

	Your body starts to heat up as your mind starts to shut down, slowly going blank. Trying to process, to truly realize that your prayer, your wish, was granted. Incoherently, you start to thank the moon gods as your body continues to heat up. Quickly you strip your body of any clothing, since you don't want it to be ruined, at least this time. Right when you finish getting all your clothing off, the pain hits you. Screams filled with pain come out of your mouth as you fall to the ground, landing on all fours. Your body finally stops heating up as the pain just keeps getting worse, yet your willpower does not break.

	One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes, one day, two days. You don't know what time is anymore, the pain causes you to lose track of everything. Gripping the ground hard enough to break the soil underneath your hands, you try to bear the pain as the transformation begins. Slowly your whole body starts to shift around, bones breaking and combining, shorting and elongating. Muscles constrict and elongate, skin stretches and shrinks to conform to your ever-changing body.

	Your voice starts to go horse as the pain ramps up, the sounds of your bones changing, breaking, and reforming fills your mind. The sounds doing everything in their power to break you, to lose sight of who you are. It goes on for some length of time, time you cannot comprehend as of right now. The pain slowly starts to subside lightly as your body's transformation stops somewhere in between a wolf and a human. You can start hearing his voice inside your head, the beast, the feral beast. It tries to take control of your mind, to make you into a feral beast, yet you resist the call, wanting to still exist after this transformation.

	The beast, not content with your resistance, starts up the next part of your transformation. The pain ramps up again as more of your body cracks and breaks, this time finalizing the transformation into a wolf. Fur growing around the quickly growing and changing human hands, becoming paws that belong to a wolf. Your screams become guttural as your whole face contorts, breaks, and morphs into its rightful form. Still, your mind holds out, resisting the changes from the beast. Nothing will prevent you from seeing the end of this transformation. Even where others have failed, you must succeed, you must become a werewolf with your sense of self.

	Feral growls come out of your elongating snout as the beast ramps up its attack on your physical body. Your arms finally start to give as you fall to the floor, rolling around as more parts of your body start to transform, with some transformations finalizing. Both hands and feet complete their transformation into big, feral, wolf paws. Claws extended as you try to desperately maintain some type of control, some type of resistance over the insanity of what you're facing. More screams, more growls, come from ‘yourself’ as time goes on. Your tail bursting out of your back end as the pain hits its all-time high, forcing your mind to finally start slipping.

	With a snarl that almost sounds like a human laugh, you can feel the beast starting to take over. Your mind starts to get foggy, the pain disappears, your vision starts to dim. As the beast takes more and more control, your mind takes a different route, one that's different from all the others that came before you. Slowly, ever so slowly, you start to influence the beast inside of you. Rather than treat it as a foreign entity that needs to be destroyed, you start to treat it as an equal, one that should be there.

	Vision still dimming, pain subsiding, you don't have long before you fully lose who you are, yet you feel comfortable that you will not lose who you are. Your body finishes its transformation, thick black fur surrounds all of your body. Giant wolf paws, with extended claws, digging into the earth. Most of your body still resembles a humanoid body, though with more muscles and fur. You can still see the beast's influence even in this part of your body. Your big wolf tail, with fluffy black fur, waggling around as you stand completely still. Your wolf tongue, much more elongated than your human one, escapes from your snout. Long, white canine teeth are seen inside that every growing snout, ready to chew meat and other weak materials. Though, your eyes are clouded with some type of fog, they have this amber shine, that is slowly getting brighter and brighter.

	Correlating to the two of you, yourself and the beast, seemingly making an agreement. Though you're not fully in control, you still exist just like you used to before the ritual, able to give influence to the beast if needs be. Eyes almost fully unclouded, the world you see temporarily changes. You're back in your old human body, looking directly at a gigantic wolf like beast in front of you, with black fur and amber eyes. Both of you staring at each other, like a stalemate, waiting for something to happen, for someone to make a final move. Deciding to make the last choice that you, just you, can make, you start walking towards the beast. With every step, you can hear his voice, the voice of the beast, get louder and louder. With every step, you can feel parts of your mind disappear, yet they come back, changed, yet complete. Step by step, you seal your fate and start to become you.

	Once you reach the beast, you extend your hand towards the beast, finalizing the change, doing something that no other worshiper has ever done before you. Merge the beast and the human into one, singular being. You are now you, the beast is now you. Everything is the same, yet everything is different. Your clouded amber eyes, finally become clear, as you truly finish your transformation. With one loud howl, you give your thanks to the moon gods for this opportunity, this chance at becoming you.