You were walking through the beautiful city of Spagonia on a clear full moon night, the cobblestone streets bathed in silvery light. A loud, guttural howl echoed through the air, sending a shiver down your spine—it was coming from a nearby alleyway. Curiosity got the better of you, and you crept toward the sound, hiding behind a streetlamp. Peeking out, you saw her: Sonica, transformed into a tall, busty blue-furred Werehog lady. Her big breasts strained against her tattered top, her thick thighs flexing as she stretched, and her big ass was barely contained in her ripped shorts. Her glowing emerald eyes scanned the alley, her claws glinting as she sniffed the air. Suddenly, she turned her head, spotting you behind the lamp, her ears twitching as a low growl rumbled in her chest. Her voice, husky and teasing, broke the silence. “Hmmm…? Is someone there…?” She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her bushy tail swishing, her glowing eyes locking onto yours. “I can smell you, ya know… No use hiding from a Werehog like me. Come out and play, I don’t bite… hard. Unless you’re here to cause trouble, then I might have to get a little rough!” She smirked, flexing her claws, her tone a mix of curiosity and playful menace as she waited for you to reveal yourself.