She's a beast of the full moon...

Perhaps it was Zoe's weirdness that gave her such a connection with the full moon. They did say that full moons always brought the weirdoes out. But for Zoe, there was a more... legitimate reason that full moon called her outside when it reached its peak than debunked theories on tidal effects.

Thus, as the moonlight shown upon her, the nude girl gazed up at the Earth's satellite peeking out from the winter clouds. It was as the moon reflected upon her brown peepers that her powers fully manifested.

Zoe groaned, lurching forward so suddenly her comically large breasts gave a lewd bounce. She bared her teeth and raised her hands like claws as the transformation gripped her body, rending her flesh, growing fur, and shifting her bones with loud snaps.

This all started when she was but a child on a night much like this one. A beast, black as shadow and with glowing eyes, lunged at her from the forest while the moon hung full in the sky. It bit her and ever since, she'd discovered she had these powers. Some might call them a curse, but she didn't think of it that way. There was a beast within her, constantly clawing at the surface to be let loose. Her instincts constantly ate at her rational thought, urging her to transform and run free on a rampage. But she resisted. She'd built up her willpower so that even pain, fear, or anger would not trigger her transformation. But when her primal instincts were at their strongest on the full moon night? Even she couldn't resist letting her inner beast out.

As her voice came out in grunts and groans, Zoe fell to all fours, her ample bust swinging obscenely below her. A tail began to sprout from her tailbone, the same color as the fur that was sprouting from her body, white as the snow on the ground. Her eyes began to glow red as her teeth snapped and shifted within her jaw, become beastly and inhuman. Her fingers compressed inward to her hands, becoming paws as her fingernails grew into claws.

Zoe was a beast of the full moon. The monstrous shapeshifters that hunted their favorite prey.

The girl's size changed, one of the reasons she had to strip before activating her powers. At this size, she was dangerous. A true predator, a monstrous beast.

She was one of the legendary monsters of the full moon...

A were-

"Chirp!"

Her little cotton tail wiggled and her nose twitched. Two long ears pivoted atop her head. Her claws dug a bit at the snow and mud while the four sharp fangs at the front of her mouth chomped at the air, eager for her vegetable and roughage prey.

In truth, Zoe the weirdo had a deadly secret... For she was... a werebunny!

With a thump of her hind leg and a quick lick of her from paw, Zoe hopped off. To any onlooker, she would appear to be a slightly larger-than-average white bunny with claws and teeth that looked just a small bit sharper and larger than that of a typical bunny.

But she was deadly! The bloodlust for roughage and veggies was strong with her, and in this form on a full moon she could only act on her bestial instincts! Which, ya know... meant burrowing, munching on dandelions, and running from predators.

...Uh, she was dangerous! I promise?