A raspy squawk [Woman to female were-raven]

You stand up, your torn clothes scattered under you, your body feeling much lighter than before. You now stand on the digits of your hind limbs. You try to look at your arms, but in their place are two folded wings, their feathers a nightly black in color. They still have a couple digits at their ends, like bats do, and you let them explore the downy plumage over your breasts where you find that your nipples are still intact, though hidden. The mere touch of them is enough to get you thinking about...

Sex? At a time like this?

You can't help it. For some reason you've gotten hornier than you've ever been in your life. In fact, you're momentarily sure your whole being has turned into a lustful animal that exists only to fuck. You would never have thought of forcing yourself onto anyone before, but right now, you're sure you're going to **** the ever-loving hell out of the first person you see. You have to have a cock rammed inside you right now.

Reason has mostly eluded you, but the little volition left in you can guide your next move. There's no telling when you'll return back to human if at all, or what sorts of inhumane feats you're now capable of.