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The full moon beamed as Longan Dragon Cookie stood beneath the moonlight. It was quite pretty, yes, but why are they here exactly? Why did they even-
CRACK
They let out a small hiss of pain as they started shaking against their will. Pain was not new to them, but this specific pain was, and it had them tumbling to the ground. It was at this moment that they felt a presence nearing them. A familiar one at that. They certainly recognized it; Millennial Tree Cookie.
“Longan Dragon Cookie!?” Millennial Tree Cookie gasped upon seeing their current state.
“W…why are you here? I don’t-“ Longan Dragon Cookie grunted before they could finish, for their hands were turning into pseudo paws along with fur spouting from their body. This caused him to rush over to them and gently force hug them. A low growl came from their throat as their legs contorted too.
“I’ve been through worse…” Longan Dragon Cookie whispered to themselves on repeat while a tail burst from their robe.
“I know. But seeing you like this…I can’t stand it…” He whispered to the Ivory Dragon as he rubbed their back. Alongside ears, their back had raised. Before they could rebel, there came the finishing touch; a muzzle like that of a wolf tipped with sharp teeth.
Alas, the transformation was over. Longan Dragon Cookie took their huffs and puffs then glanced at their pseudo paws with a whine. “What am I…?” He could translate.
“A werewolf.” Millennial Tree Cookie calmly stated. “That’s what you’ve become.”
A longer whine came from them as they were questioning how they could adapt to this new from that they definitely don’t like at the moment according to him.
“You’ll get used to it the more you transform, Longan Dragon Cookie.” He says while holding one of their pseudo paws and pressing his forehead against theirs. “It’s going to be okay.”