I’m not a partygoer by nature- I’m of the “stay home and be a blanket-clad couch lump” crowd through and through.
But it’s hard not to feel the energy in a dance- the music, the lights, the life swirling around you, moving as one to the beat. Losing your friends in the mass of living souls around you, seeing their forms shift and shudder with each throb of the bass, skin and clothing turning to fur and fangs and claws with each pulse of the lights. A woman you’ve never seen before looks at you like an old friend, her smiling teeth and bright blue hair glowing even as the lights drop, even as canines turn to sharp points, cold, wet nose right in your face, loosing a cackling bark, echoed by the warm bodies and sturdy forms that surround you both.
How couldn’t I oblige when she reached out, hand, paw, hand, paw? How could I have done anything but feel a snout resting in her grasp, feel furry digits wrap around furry digits, claws running through fur, clothes straining against a body like hers? How could I not whimper and bark and howl when the voices around me raised in the music and the heat and the pulse?
How could I not forget who I was?
The world is music and dance and life and energy, wonderful energy, and what are our tails if not for wagging, our throats for howling, our fur for rustling, bodies for holding?
How could I not be swept away from human, and into something that was so much more?
In the pulse of the night, the heat of the dance, what made you human falls away in thick, sloughing shreds- even I can’t deny the call…