Just admit you’re a furry, Sydney! Your current boyfriend is covered in the stuff, and not because you’re dating Dan Hedaya or still-alive Robin Williams.

Is a were-reptile in hybrid form room-temperature-blooded? And what would that mean for their metabolism?

I like to think Kat goes to a “Lame Weres Anonymous” meeting. A support group for people bummed out by their animal… uh. Not their animal form so much, but their… spirit animal? No. Their therio-genus I guess. You know what I mean. The bunny rabbits, the naked mole-rats, the Proboscis monkeys, the Aye Aye (unless you already looked like Bobcat Goldthwait or Father Jack, then it wouldn’t feel like a downgrade), the furless Sphynx Cat. No matter what you personally think of those wrinkly gargoyles, if you could turn into a hybrid one and had to stand there next to an actual fucking were-tiger or were-ocelot or panther or something, you would feel robbed. And probably cold.

Kat especially, since she was an accidental were. Or, not accidental, but it wasn’t something she chose. I’m sure there’s some line of were-Sphynx Cats who tell themselves it’s a proud and noble legacy. That might mitigate some of the bum-out factor. The Twilight Council and the Weres in particular try to prevent a bunch of uninformed and/or accidental propagation. The first few transformations can cause disorientation and aggression, especially if they don’t know what’s going on, and that makes for incidents that then have to be covered up at best, and a propagation cascade at worst.

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The new vote incentive is up! (Finally.)

I’m revisiting a panel from a recent page, but I included some comic reactions and a few outfit swaps, so hopefully you all enjoy it. I also plussed up the art from the comic version a bit, though I suspect that despite the time I spent on that, not a whole lot of people would immediately notice that, so I’m gratuitously pointing it out here.

 

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Double res version will be posted over at Patreon. Feel free to contribute as much as you like.