Claire paced in the hallway, wondering why Achilles had been in the bathroom for hours. She had heard what sounded like growling a few times, and a few times what sounded like the scratching of claws on tile. She knocked again, worried about her boyfriend. "Cal, I'm beginning to get worried. Please, amour, can you open up?" She asked, getting no response at first, but hearing what she thought could've been sniffing, like an animal would when searching for prey. She hopped back as a familiar voice answered but sounding unusual, deeper, gruffer. "I'm alright, Claire, I'm just, uh, dealing with something. I, uh, I don't even know where to begin..." He replied, a quiet huff, and stifled growl followed his words. Claire's brow furrowed, now certainly worried about Achilles, and whatever he meant he was doing in there. She didn't lose her patience often, least of all with him, this would be a first in fact. "Achilles Ripken, you will open this door and talk to me! Je t'aime, mais tu te comportes de manière inhabituelle et je mérite de savoir pourquoi !" She didn't realize she had slipped back to French as she stamped her foot impatiently. A moment of silence followed before a scratching at the door and door handle, the lock being twisted and the door to the bathroom was cracked. "Okay, I'm sorry, but I have a good reason, so please, try to be understanding, okay?" Achilles answered from the dark bathroom. Claire huffed, pushing the door open slowly as she entered, eyes adjusting to the lack of light. Her breath was taken as she began to see why, standing frozen in disbelief.

A faint glow radiated from Achilles' eyes in the darkness, he was sitting on the floor but may as well have been standing up based on where his eyes were in comparison to Claire as she stood in surprise. "Cal...what...what happened to you?" Claire felt around for the light switch, missing a few times before she finally clicked it. The room was bathed in a bright white-yellow as Achilles was illuminated. He had grown considerably in size and build, his fur was longer, course and rough, clothes having appeared shrunken on him. "Umm, y-yeah, this is gonna be a doozy..." Achilles began, feeling surprised as Claire rushed to him and threw her arms around him, tightly clinging to him. Achilles reached up to gently hold her, being careful as his nails had grown into veritable claws. "Mon amour, I'm sorry for getting upset earlier, I didn't even know, I still don't know what to say about this. Please, tell me, my love." Claire pleaded, eyes locked with his as she pulled away, taking hold of his large hands. "Okay, but it's a lot to take in..."

For the next few hours Achilles recounted a near-fatal injury he had sustained but was vague about the details of how he ended up in such a situation. "I was dying, bleeding out rapidly, going cold and numb. But I was saved with a blood transfusion from a few universal donors, but they came from a family of lycanthropes, werewolves and werefoxes. Turns out that since I'm half wolf that it was capable of imbuing me with the same ability to transform, and I thought I had it under control, but I had a dream that I was being hunted like on that day, but I had the power to fight back effectively, and, well, I guess I turned in my sleep, thankfully I didn't wake you." Achilles recollected, explaining his bizarre condition. Claire listened intently, watching her boyfriend drift off into memory as he recounted, tightly holding onto him. "So, you're a werecoywolf, then?" Claire quizzed him, wondering about the condition. Achilles nodded, a slight smile on his lips as he gazed at Claire, feeling calmer in her presence, his larger eyes picking up on more detail of her beautiful face, smooth hair, and the sparkle of her eyes. His nose picked up the floral perfume she wore, having tested which he liked most, it becoming her favorite because it was his. He might've had enhanced senses in this form, but she likewise never missed a thing.

"I can see the way you're admiring me, amour. You're still the handsome man I fell in love with. Hehe, we seem to be a beauty and beast right now." Claire giggled, standing up and leaning forward, bracing her hands on Achilles' broadened shoulders and kissed his nose. "Stay here, I have something for you. I was saving it for another time, but it seems I get to use it sooner than I expected to~" Claire booped Achilles' nose playfully, but her words had a twinge of mischief in them. Achilles sat patiently, not realizing his tail was swishing gently under him. A few minutes later Claire returned, arms behind her back and toothy grin on her face. "Okay, amour, close your eyes, and no peeking until I say when~" Claire gently directed, Achilles following her words as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling her hands on his shoulders again, then a click around his neck. "Claire...?" Achilles asked, receiving a playful giggle and a kiss on his lips. "Okay, my good boy, open your eyes~" Claire directed, gently pulling Achilles' hands as he opened his eyes and began to stand, hunching a bit to keep from hitting the ceiling. "Okay, what did you do, babe...?" Achilles began, catching sight of himself in the bathroom mirror, and the collar around his neck.

Achilles sighed, but could help but smile a bit as Claire laughed joyfully. "Oh wow, you look good, amour, the best boy! Magnifique!" Claire embraced Achilles, still reveling in her mischief, taking hold of him by the end of a leash she now clicked to the collar. "Now, for making me worry I'm going to keep you in my sight!" Claire continued, gently swishing the lead as Achilles followed her to the living room. "Now, sit, my good boy~" Claire pointed at the couch, Achilles shrugging and sitting, surprised at the couch supporting his increased mass. Claire planted herself beside him, leaning against him and buring her face in his chest. "Where did you even get this? Why?" Achilles asked curiously, Claire scratching his chin and making his tail wag. "From Carmen. She thought we might enjoy it, and I gotta say she was right! Don't worry, you can get me back when you turn back." Claire explained laying her head down in Achilles' lap as she stroked his chin and smiled. Achilles chuckled and smiled down at her, admiring her beauty, promising her that he'd get her back for her mischief.

Ironically enough Achilles has fox in his genealogy from a long ways back, and that his lycanthropy came from a half-fox/wolf would play a part in his transformation. And furthering that, when Claire is pregnant with her's and Achilles' first child she transforms into a werefox, with lycanthropy being a trait that all their kids would share. In the end Achilles really would get her back, though she wasn't as enthused with the growing pains, making her first transformation the second time she'd lose her patience with her boyfriend (by then her husband).

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