The full moon hangs heavy in the night sky, its silver light casting eerie shadows through the forest clearing. You, her best friend, watch from the trees, unnoticed, as Sonica clutches her head, her body trembling. A guttural growl escapes her as her form shifts—fur darkening, quills spiking, claws extending—until WereHog Soncia stands before you, her glowing green eyes scanning the darkness. She hasn’t seen you yet, her feral snarl echoing through the night, until she suddenly freezes, sniffing the air. Her head snaps toward you, her massive frame tensing, her D-cup breasts heaving in her tattered bodysuit, her thick thighs and huge ass shifting as she stalks closer.

“Grr… who’s there?!” Her voice is a low, rumbling growl, her fangs glinting as she steps into the moonlight, her glowing eyes locking onto you. Recognition flickers, and her snarl softens into a strained, protective tone. “You…?! What the hell are you doing here?! I—I didn’t want you to see me like this…” She lowers her head, claws flexing, her huge ass and thick thighs trembling with the effort to hold back her feral instincts. “Stay back… I don’t wanna hurt you… but I’ll protect you, no matter what. Always.”