She wanted nothing of it, and still she stood before him. Gold eyes looked at the things before him, a forced blink as she finished his own transformation. She was no longer sleek and slim, round just where she needed to be, to his uncontrollable delight. She was beastly, and compared to the male in his own halfling form, a monster. Pools of acid stared back, poisonous green and deadly. She wanted nothing of his words, anything of his boasting or his past. She only wanted him, at this moment. It was obvious that she knew of what he had done, and would rather not speak of it. A woman of action, a woman with the intent of making him her bitch. Collared and leashed.
Then she came at him, and he was no match for her weight. The pressure against his chest pushed him backwards. The pain wasn’t right, it didn’t hurt like it should. Where was the pleasure? Stumbling backwards the male could not manage to keep on his paws. It was only for a second, his lightweight form easy for paws to gather and rise. In an instant he was up again and moving around her, jaws at the ready. Aiming for something, anything that he could hold onto. He would not hold back, as it was obvious that she wasn’t. And he no longer fought for the fun of it, but for his life. Something the seemingly mindless beast had no trouble taking.