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Turned Into An Animal Meme

The Animal Nature Meme

In this meme, someone has been involved in some kind of an animal transformation, either completely or partially. This can range from a character being forced to wear plush ears and a tail to a twisted science experiment to lycanthropy or any other option in between, temporary or permanent, played for crack or for drama.

The transformed character might have been forced into it, did it voluntarily, or were brainwashed into enjoying every minute of it. The "animal" nature might affect them at different levels as well, where one person might be completely unchanged mentally, a human stuck in the wrong shape, while another completely loses themselves in whatever they've become, being entirely taken over by base animal instincts.

Is this a prank? A dare? Did someone lose a bet? Did you get on the wrong side of a mad scientist? Is the other person a friend? Your new owner? Your worst enemy gloating over your plight? Pick an option or make up your own, and let the fur fly.

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Stop.

[ it's a little insistent, a little worried, all mushed up into kind of a whisper because maybe she feels bad telling him what to do right now since that obviously didn't sit well with him before. but she's reaching up to rest her hands on his shoulders, sliding them in towards his neck, trying to be comforting or- something. or maybe just a hey, focus, shhhh ]

You're gong to hurt your ears if you keep doing that. And then you'll be scratching at it, and you'll shed, and people will know it's not fake. So please, be careful.

[ she should like, move back again now, but she doesn't ]

Maybe we should just go back to school. And you know, not strangle me.

I'm not going to strangle you. I just sort of... want to. Along with other things.

['Other Things' that were coming back to mind with her being so close and him being worked up already. His nostrils twitched as he sniffed at her, his hands moving to his sides to keep from grabbing at her again.]

I can't go back to school like this. I have teeth, Rachel. And I'm... not in a sociable with twenty thousand people mood.

[He was pretty sure someone might notice him snarling at students or staring at Rachel. Or, you know, pouncing on her.]

I'd make a comment, but I don't want you getting all mad at me again.

[ but her tone is pretty indicative of the kind of suggestive comments she'd be making right now, which might actually be worse. but, oh well. her hands slide down to rest on his chest again, apparently way comfortable with being in his personal space still, but. she's blaming it on the sunshine and the fact that he smells good and feels-

... sunshine! it's the sunshine. what a good mood the sunshine has her in. ]

Okay, then what should we do?

['Sex' flashes in his head, loud and clear and he has to bite his tongue to keep from actually blurting it out. No, Stiles. Bad Stiles.

His ears twitch, tail joining it as he tries to think of something other than... that.]

Um...

[Sex? Sex on the ground? Sex against a tree? Sex over the log? Sex in a jeep? See--e-e-e-e--e-e-ex?]

[ she even gives him a few second to try and think of literally anything to say ]

Oh, c'mon. You just got mad at me for going there, but you can go there? That's not fair. [ but then she's laughing, feeling playful again already. it easier to slip back into that then focus on the human parts of her brain going 'heyyy" ] Quit it with the ears or I'll chew 'em up. I'm going to trap them, and keep them all to myself. [ said as she's very politely reaching up to pet his ears again, yes ] Is that what you want?

No...

[He reached up, quickly, snagging her wrists and pulling them. He pulled them around his waist and behind himself, keeping her trapped there in a pseudo-hug.]

I didn't exactly go there. Not verbally. Yet.

[Meaning that it was still a possibility. Maybe. Possibly. Sort of.]

Not verbally. Yet.

[ ah, but with her hands back here, now she has a much better shot of finding his- aha. taaaaiiiilll. she's not being rude about it though, she's just opening her palm so she can pet over the fur whenever it swings her way ]

Has anyone told you you're the king of mixed signals? Because you are. You the champion of them. You hold the title, and nobody, not nobody has a chance of ever taking it away from you. I hope you're proud of that.

A guy has to be proud of something.

[But he did know what she meant, sliding his hands up her arms and wondering if she'd keep them where they were.]

I'm very... confused right now. About certain things. And you seem to bring out some very... intense feelings.

What's so confusing about two people being interested in each other? That's all it is.

[ normal. even with ears and tails and instincts, she seems confident in that ]

Intense can be good. I mean, you're driving me half-past crazy, but that's not all that bad either.

Did you not get the memo that girls aren't interested in me? Did you miss that day?

[His hands slid up her arms, one resting on her shoulder and the other lifting to give the tip of one of her ears a light tug.]

I don't drive people crazy. Not like that. I usually wind up frustrated and... frustrated.

I must've missed it.

[ said with all the admiration in the goddamn world, like that could be enough to convince him that he's kinda dumb. but no, she never would have believed he thought she was hot either, even though he just said it before. so. she gets the disbelief, but she doesn't ...believe in it. ]

You're driving me crazy right now. You've been driving me crazy.

[ which might be why she's taking a few careful steps forward, slowly, guiding him back towards the closest tree. ]

[His pulse has picked back up, speeding in his chest as he looks down at her. The hand that tugged her ear moves to her curls, twining those around his fingers as he's slowly and unknowingly led backwards.]

Me? No, sorry, that's on you. You're the one running off with a guy's keys and then getting all... archy.

Because you got all bitey.

[ her hands move around to rest on his sides just in time before his back hits the tree, not that she's being all "hah! gotcha!" about it, since that hand in her hair is way too l o v e l l y to be distracted from. her eyes even fall shut for a second, happy smile on her face ]

Although I meant before today.

Uh uh. You tempted me into biting you with all that... pressing.

[Oops? How'd that tree get there? Hey, was he trapped? He was trapped.]

Oh.

[Well, okay, clarify things a bit for him, Rachel. Maybe there was something wrong with her if she was genuinely attracted to him. Probably.]

Yes, oh. Thank you for making all this confessing so easy, by the way. Not stressful at all, phew, an oh is very reassuring.

[ not that she seems dissuade at all, not with the way she's lifting on her toes so she can nose at his neck. ]

You want reassuring?

[He slid his hand further into her hair, getting a hold of the back of her head and tipping it up so he could dip his own head down and meet her lips with his. It wasn't a messy, rushed kiss, but it was something that had more punch behind it than just a chaste 'I like you' kiss.]

[ her first thought is carefuleasycareful, because t e e t h, but she doesn't do anything to interrupt this. half of her is pleased in that my-crush-is-kissing-me way, the other is all too willing to jump back into what they were getting up to before, when he told her she was being friendly and she was too buy being attracted to everything about him. so her fingers curl against the front of his shirt, weight leaning forward a bit against him just because that tree is behind him, wants to feel him pressed up against her. she kisses him back like they have all the time in the world, matching his enthusiasm, but not rushing by it or anything. no need to get him all huff puffy again. ]

[He's kissing her. He's kissing a girl. He did that. And she was kissing him back and not punching him in the face. This was good. This was real good. His tail was swishing back and forth quickly behind him, brushing against the tree and making swish swish sounds with every pass. Not like he cared because girl. Kissing. Mouth. His. Her mouth. On his. Haha... yeah.]

[ eventually she breaks the kiss, because... breathing, but she stays close after, settling flat on her feet again so she can lean against his chest, hands moving to his sides again. ]

You're not a toy.

[ in case he really did think she thought of him like that before, or if he was just mad. still. it's worth repeating, she thinks, just like it's worth tilting her head up so she can give him another affectionate lick, this time under his chin. ]

[His brain was so far away from that topic that it took him a minute to figure out what she'd been saying. He rolled his eyes, then wrinkled his nose at the lick.]

Do you do that a lot? The licking thing?

No. I did it a few times to someone, when I was first turned, but I haven't wanted to, since then.

[ and now she's definitely hiding her face against his chest, rubbing her cheek against the fabric of his shirt ]

Is that not okay? I can stop.

It's not bad. I just... don't... have people licking me. Ever.

[He lifted a hand and stroked over the back of her head, feeling the curls under it and flicking a finger over at an ear.]

Oh.

[ her ear twitches a bit at that, but she laughs, holds onto his sides a little tighter. so it's pretty good that she doesn't have her claws out or anything, right, yeah. ]

Well, you're obviously not friends with many werecats. It's not just a grooming thing, it's a friendly, affection thing. Or at least, it feels that way right now. I don't know, like I said, it's been a while, and I think the last time was just because I had a lot of new urges and no idea what to do with them. But, um. [ somehow she's ended up with her face against his neck again. how? the world will never know. ] You're very lickable. [ said just before she's dipping her tongue against the hollow of his throat and slowly licking up towards his adam's apple ]

Am I?

[Apparently he was with the way her tongue was moving back over him, feeling the wetness at his throat and closing his eyes for a moment.]

You know, if this is some weird attempt to get me to not do things to you, it's failing. Because I pretty much want to do.. things.

Why in hades would you assume I'm trying to get you to not want to do things?

[ she ends that lick with a bite to the side of his throat, teeth still very human, but she's still careful about it. more pressure than bite. and maybe this is all counterproductive, but while she licks over the spot she just bit, she's slipping her hand into his pocket to go for his keys again, yanking herself back away from him a few steps as soon as she's got a good grip on them.

and yeah, she'll even hold them up and jingle them between them again as she backpedals a few quick steps ]

If you want something, do something about it.

[ aaaaaand now she's turning to run again. at least she didn't take a full head start again this time? ]

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