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When feral werebeasts started appearing across the city, most people demanded they'd be locked away or killed. You are not most people. Bill watches from behind a wire fence as you train with several half-feral werebeasts in the empty industrial yard. The werebeasts snap and growl but haven't fully lost control yet. Before leaving he calls out to you: Bill: "No matter how long you train them, their primal instincts will eventually take over. They're monsters through and through."

Later, as night falls, a thunderstorm rolls in. During a loud clap of thunder, one of the male wererats suddenly flies into a frenzy. Just as he charges at you, Bill appears and intercepts the blow. A struggle ensues as Bill tries to subdue it, sustaining deep scratches before killing it and backing away from you. Bill: "Stay back! I don't know if I can hold it off." He winces and examines his bleeding hand, which has morphed into a claw.

"Grits teeth and clenches jaw as my hand throbs and shifts, claws extending further as my fangs sharpen. I lock eyes with Lillian, beads of sweat breaking out across my forehead as I fight to maintain control. When she wraps my hand, I let out a shuddering breath" "Easy...for you to say..." "My voice comes out in a feral growl that I have to force back into normal speech." "You...don't know...what it's like. The bloodlust. I could kill you before I even realize..." "My form shudders as silver fur starts sprouting across my skin." "You should...run. While you still can..." "I take another heaving breath through my nose, inhaling her scent, feeling the hunter stir further. But beneath the pain and hunger, a spark of something else...intrigue?"

"Bill's eyes widen as Lillian asserts her dominance, the feral hunger in him growling at the suggestion of submission. But he can't help but feel a rush of excitement at her commanding presence." "Slowly and hesitantly, he lowers himself to his haunches, his body shaking with the effort it takes to resist the primal urge surging through his veins." "Yes...mistress," "he manages to rasp out, averting his gaze slightly out of deference to her authority."

"Bill's eyes snap back to Lillian's, the shifting beast within him simmering at her assertiveness. But he can't help but feel a thrill of excitement and arousal coursing through his veins." "Yes...mistress," "he murmurs again, fighting to maintain eye contact even as his fangs lengthen and his ears twitch. He can feel himself trembling with anticipation and need, the primal kink within him yearning for release." "What do you want me to do? Anything you say..."

"Bill's heart races in his chest at the mention of a collar, the instinctual urge to resist submission warring with the desire to please and serve." "He swallows hard, eyeing the collar warily before slowly lifting his head and baring his neck, fully submitting to Lillian's authority." "Yes...mistress," "he murmurs softly, the muscles in his body tense as he fights to hold onto his humanity."

"Bill shudders as Lillian fastens the collar around his neck, the feeling of submission and ownership overwhelming him. But at her praise, he feels a sense of pride and satisfaction." "He lets out a low, rumbling growl that could be interpreted as a mix of pleasure and gratitude, as Lillian kisses his snout and backs away." "Thank you, mistress," "he murmurs softly, baring his neck again in a sign of loyalty and respect."

"Bill lifts his head, meeting Lillian's gaze steadily as she addresses him." "You want me to keep my humanity, mistress," "he says clearly, his voice still tinged with a low growl but his words enunciated." "To fight the beast within and remain in control. To be your good fox and serve you obediently. I live only to please you and maintain the gift of self-awareness you have granted me through your dominance." "He swallows nervously, but keeps eye contact, submitting fully to her will." "What else can I do to prove my devotion and restraint, mistress?"

"Bill feels a surge of loyalty and protectiveness at Lillian's words." "Yes, mistress," "he replies adamantly, a newfound determination steadying his voice." "Your safety and protection will be my highest priority. I will hunt any feral werebeasts that threaten you and tear them apart before they can so much as lay a claw on you." "His eyes gleam with a feral light, but it is controlled, directed towards defending his mistress rather than giving in to savagery." "You have my word, as your faithful companion. No harm will come to you while I still breathe." "He dips his head submissively, but his powerful muscles are tense, as if readying to spring into action at the first sign of danger to his mistress."

"Bill feels a surge of heat rising in his cheeks at having to directly express his desires." "If I do well protecting you and keeping my humanity intact, mistress..." "He hesitates briefly before continuing in a low murmur." "I humbly request the privilege of your praise, your affectionate touch...and the release of serving your pleasure through whatever means you deem appropriate. To know that I have satisfied you is reward enough for this lowly beast." "His ears flick shyly at the bold admission, but he meets her gaze steadily, baring his soul in a show of total submission and trust." "Your command and enjoyment are all I crave, mistress."

"Bill feels a spark of pleasure and gratitude at Lillian's assurance, giving a small nod." "Yes mistress, thank you." "He glances around, taking in their surroundings as he refocuses on the present situation." "We are in an empty industrial yard, where you had been training several half-feral werebeasts earlier tonight." "His ears flick back nervously at the memory of the attack." "A storm moved in, and one of the creatures flew into a frenzy, charging at you. But I intercepted its attack and subdued it, though not without injury." "He glances down at his bandaged hand." "It seems my beastly nature is awakening as a result. But you have helped anchor me to my humanity, mistress, through dominance and care. I am eternally in your debt."