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Day 60

Metal screamed, clashed and banged. Men screamed in mortal pain. Hogs squealed as the sick sounds of flesh cleaves from bone.

I woke with a start.

What a dream... what woke me? I was felt safe, having blocked the entrance to a delicious meal's den. Horned rabbit was yummy.

I was startled again as the walls of the burrow were shaking around me. The sounds of clashing of arms and horses hooves were plain to hear.

“Hey Screen, whats happening out there?”

“Hey! I'm a human inside you know!”

“Fuck you too, man!” I poked my head out between the tree roots covering my burrow. It looked like a mass of pink pig-faced murlock looking sonsa'bitches were trying to knock a dozen shiny suited horsemen off their horses.

“I thought orcs were green and huge,” I chittered quietly.

The orcs were loosing, and badly. The knights were cutting the orcs apart like pigs. They even sounded like pigs with their death squeals. The knights were in identical full plate armor with blue cloaks. The orcs all wielded a hodgepodge of weaponry. One had a spear, another a stick, etc.

After killing the orcs, the knights rode off in a hurry.

“We need to regroup!”

I could here other fights in the distance, thought my view as a stoat was limited. I hid in the burrow to wait out the dangerous humans and orcs. There was a waft of smoke in the air. After peeking out of the burrow, I saw the humans had piled the orcs into a pile nearby and lit it on fire.

It smelled so delicious. Such a waste of meat. I circled the fire, enchanted by the light. I wish I had fire, but stoats didn't have fire. They were animals. A beast who walked on all fours. A beast without ha...

I looked at my little paws.

There was a severed orc finger lying in the grass near me. I bent down, and instead of biting it. I lifted it with my claws. I brought it to my mouth. And began to feast. Thoughts swimming in my head.

I had never thought of using my claws as anything other than weapons. But they were small, dexterous, and, could be trained to function as hands. I could make tools with these little hands.

I gorged on the orc organs left on the ground as the corpses burned away merrily and scared away competition.

After being pleasantly surprised about today's bounty and epiphany, I curled up to sleep content for the first time in two months.

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Day 62

After sleeping off my bacon binge, I set off to find a juicy rodent. I felt so much stronger. Faster. I broke a rabbit's neck in a single twist. This was weird.

“What am I at Screen?” I chittered.

“What? How did my level grow so quickly?”

Wish I knew that shit earlier.

I left the rabbit where it lay and started to run. I ran for the better part of the day down a stream. It was the way I had fled away from my original burrow.

I knew I wouldn't find my mother or siblings in the same place, as they often moved homes, but they should be near the same territory.

A scent hit me out of nowhere.

Female.

Heat.

My human mind started to scream at my body, but the animals hormones were rushing. I screamed silently as I came upon a rabbit's burrow. I heard the pathetic mewling of infants stoats and my mouth watered.

“No!”

I warred with myself. I stood at the entrance to the burrow with my mouth watering. My nose on fire. My groin aching in want. After all the wallowing in filth, eating unclean things and living in feces, I still had some shred of humanity left. That little bit of humanity was all that stopped me from turning into a monster.

I could not control my basest instincts. I was an animal. I felt the dire feeling of foreboding. If stoats could cry, I would be bawling.

Stinging pain flared in my chest. I saw it was a gray female, and she stank of heat. She bit again and then, it twisted. I squealed and bit down on the neck of the female under me and by instinct crawled behind her. As I jabbed myself into her in a flurry, I felt a tight, wet, pleasure and felt that last little shred of human morality die.

All pride was lost to me as I ravaged the stoat with more and more human-like movements. I had her bent over doggy-style and jabbed my pointy little cock into her tight pussy. I fucked away the pain I felt at losing my humanity. I both loved and hated it.

As growl took my attention I pulled out of the female with a jerk. I could now smell the Alpha stoat. Who fucked my sisters. Who likely fathered me. He was big, black, and ugly.

I dodged with pure speed. He lunged again. The old stoat was too slow. I went in for the kill. I bit down on his skull and flipped over his head. -snap- His neck broke neatly.

I felt instinct take over as I rushed into the burrow filled with kits. I was Alpha now. I was in control of this territory. This was my burrow. The animal mind had complete control.

Why?!?

The little males kits in the burrow were devoured in a single bite, each. The female screeched again, and I began to fuck her again. And the I grabbed the first female kit. I felt her tightness as I she quivered ans squealed. Her little hairless legs jerked as I bounced her up and down on my lap. After moving on to her sisters, I curled up to sleep.