For a moment, Pirate felt like he couldn't control himself. The way his body was starting to contort was shearing through his head, pain welling up all over his muscles and bones realigned themselves. He wanted to devour Vance, tear his throat out because for a moment it flickered like prey. But as soon as he put his teeth against that familiar skin, he softened and licked quietly along his throat with a low contented sound.
He had to release him when the shift came on too strong and he doubled over, dropping to his knees. The change was done only a few moments later and he sat there on his haunches, muzzle lowered to the ground as he caught his breath.
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