The Beauty

Race:Human
Age:19
Height:5' even
Weight: Enough

    A farmer's daughter, Luna's not what one would call especially gifted. Not strong or clever by any stretch of the definitions, her childhood growing up on a poor farm never really lead her to amount to anything exceptional.

    Her figure is slim, a trim profile from space meals and tedious work helping her parents keep the farm afloat. Her time working the farm however hasn't left much of a mark upon her skin. She's fair, with only the slightest hint of a tan, lacking the coppery tint of those that practically worship the harsh sun. Her cheeks are rounded and soft, and lips full. Her small nose keeping her amber-colored eyes apart form each other. All this gently draped with the dark locks of her hair. It's a deep, nearly black blue, like the shade of a night sky bereft of stars.

    There's not a whole lot of meat on the girl's bones. She's not starved, or withered though. Slender arms and legs are her most prominent features, with just enough muscle under her fair skin to keep herself active. Very little fat softens her appearance, what little there is seems to be situated upon her chest. Just barely a handful, her mounds are modest at best. Nothing much to be impressed about.

    She often dresses loosely and modestly, though her usual attire does show off her long legs to some degree.
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    The Beast

Race:Werewolf
Height:7'3"
Weight:A lot

    Her shew of a mother used to tell her it was punishment for having no interest in men, the old woman more worried about grandchildren to work the farm than much else. In truth, it was her grandmother's fault, on her father's side. What that woman got into in her youth would have been quite a tale.

    But now, the slight little girl is gone, being replaced by a hulking, feral brute.

    Well past seven feet tall, and rippling with bulky muscles, the canine features are plain to see. That is, if one manages to look past a few very prominent features.

    From head to paws, the beast is covered in midnight blue fur, even the bushy mane that sweeps back form her head. Crimson eyes peering out across a canine muzzle. This lycanthrope is a massive and impressive specimen. The wide shoulders and powerful arms lead down to strong hands, fingers tipped with wicked claws.

    Her hips aren't as narrow as one might expect. Rather they lead down to thick, muscular thighs and a powerful rump. Above that rear, a large, shaggy tail flicks about in eagerness.

    Apart form the beast's size, there are two very striking features of note. The first, and often the most visible, rest atop her chest. It's clear this wolf is of a feminine persuasion, for hanging heavily from the beast's chest are two massive mounds. Larger than most men's chests, these orbs sag under their immense weight, capped with massive, thick nubs. Like any canine, these two nipples are not by their lonesome. Usually hidden by the sheer size of her breasts, several more, much smaller, nipples part her fur, running down along her belly.

    However, it's not likely anyone would take notice of those extra nips. Rising above them, is something truly frightening. Whatever curse was place upon the girl thanks to her grandmother, it saw fit not only to twist her into some feral, moon-struck creature. It's also warped her gender. Growing from a thick, furry sheath, was a massive, fleshy rod. It was a monster in it's own right, reaching at least a foot and a half, if not more! The tip was pointed some, just enough to make any woman think that it wasn't impossible to take, but that illusion would quickly vanish, as the shaft rapidly grew into a thick, cunt-splitting girth. It's veiny, black surface nearly as thick as a woman's thigh. If that wasn't enough to send women running in fear, the root surely was. Like any other wolf, the base of her shaft swelled into an insanely wide, bulbous knot. Like some veiny, throbbing melon, any who survived taking that much of the beast's shaft would be trapped there, doomed to endure however long the wolf's lust would last.

    Under the furry sheath, hanging between those powerful legs, the wolf's sack rested. It was large, fitting the massive proportions of her shaft. Like two softly-furred cantaloupes, those orbs were always swollen and churning with thick, virile seed, causing a constant drool of pre from her tip, and together with her huge knot, would ensure a belly full of pups for anyone unlucky enough to be mounted.

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