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[b][u][center]A Temporary Member of the Woods

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

Dobri knew that the Serpent’s Wood was dangerous, but he hadn’t realized how dangerous until he was a hundred feet from the edge of the forest. The shadows of the trees suddenly felt heavier, and the lack of light from the heavens above as the branches blotted out star and moon, sent a shiver down the hare’s spine.

Even his flashlight didn’t do much to help. Despite casting some light in front of him, there was none of the comforting glow that it had held around the campfire. It was pale, almost anemic compared to the sort of illuminating glow that it should have had, and anything in its path seemed to gain teeth and claws and fangs. The hare couldn’t look at the formerly welcoming trees longer than a few seconds, but throwing the light on the path ahead only made it feel like he was walking through death itself.

“Mmmph…”

The hare looked over his shoulder. He could just about make out the campfire he’d left behind at the edge of the forest, but he could no longer see his friends. They had either packed up and gone to bed, or they were studiously ignoring him.

[i]It’s the curse of the Serpent’s Wood,[/i] he thought, looking back down the path. [i]If you come back out, you never remember what happened to you…[/i]

A shiver ran down his spine. He shouldn’t have taken this goddamn bet. He should have just told them to fuck off and give him something else. Instead, he’d taken the bet and had already gone a third of the way into the woods. Just another two hundred feet, just enough to reach the first clearing, and then he could turn tail and run.

Just a few hundred feet. That wasn’t…that wasn’t that much. There were whole arenas bigger than that.

The brown-furred hare took one step after another, biting back a scream every time that he heard a branch break underfoot or in the greenery. Every bone in his body told him that there was something out there, something watching him, waiting, but he had to keep moving.

One step led to another, and the pale-yellow light - doing far too much to make branches look like bones and rocks like skulls - led him deeper and deeper into the wood. He passed the two-hundred foot mark, and could see the clearing ahead. Moonlight shone in, and - against his better judgment - Dobri broke into a run.

In seconds, he reached the clearing. He stutter-stepped into the star-touched grass inside -

“Newcomer…”

A female’s voice whispered to him. He spun on his heels, eyes flicking from side to side. A pair of blue eyes darted from bush to tree, and then from branch to branch. Dobri stared after them, mouth agape as he fumbled with his flashlight.

“Newcomers…are not welcome in the Serpent’s Wood,” the voice whispered from the treetops. “To come beneath the branches…is to surrender to us.”

“It was a bet! I can - I’m leaving!” he shouted.

“Not yet…not yet, you aren’t.”

The eyes shimmered brighter. Blue, purple, red, and other colors besides danced under the leaves of the tall trees that ringed the clearing. Dobri tried to find the speaker, but it was like there were dozens - hundreds of them. More and more eyes stared down at him, some as soft and slitted as cats and snakes, others as bright and focused as hunting hounds. All of them reflected the light of the flashlight, and -

One leaped for him. He screamed -

“Aaa - ulk!”

Only for the air to be stolen from his lungs. Faint blue light, as ephemeral as smoke and as dim as the stars, shoved down his throat and up his nose. He could barely breathe around it, and each sucking attempt pulled more and more of the haze inside of him. It was cold, chilling him right to the bone, and he dropped the flashlight. It rolled away from him, disappearing into the greenery.

As Dobri fell to his knees, gasping for breath and clutching at his throat, the hare felt the cold slip not just into his bones, but through his entire body. It was like ice water poured through him, flooding through his lungs and guts and then outward. Ice stabbed down his limbs, going all the way to his fingers and toes, and he saw his breath puffing out, the last of his heat fading away as whatever his attacker was filled him.

One breath.

Two.

Three.

His hand moved without his consent, lifting up from his side and floating in front of him. The cold turned his palm to face away, then back toward him, then away again. His other hand joined it, moving on its own.

The last of the fumes slid down his throat and into him, spreading through his middle and up toward his head. His eyes went frosty, his vision hazed over, and -

“You are ours,” the same female voice whispered.

[i]What -[/i]

“This body is ours for the night.”

[i]But it…it’s not…[/i]

“You have intruded. You must pay the price.”

Any attempt to move was met with failure. Nothing worked; nothing obeyed him, not his voice, nor his hands, nor even his toes. He could not move, and as the chill finally equalized through him -

He would have whimpered at the first tight squeeze, but nothing obeyed him. He could not breathe without the cold. He could not speak. He could not complain.

Clench. Clench. Clench. His skin felt like it was squeezing the right of him, pulling tighter and tighter all around. His ears felt like they were lighter, smaller than they had ever been, and his face felt like someone was squeezing it into a tighter and tighter space.

[i]What are you - nnngh! What are you doing to me?!

What we like.

You…you…

You will serve the Wood.[/i]

He managed to see again, and he realized that he was no longer quite the same size. The bushes, formerly under his shoulder, were now eye-level for him. And he was shrinking further and further still.

Each crushing clench dragged another gasp out of him, leaving him feeling weaker and weaker. In short order, he slid out of his clothes, his shirt no longer small enough to fit, nor his pants tight enough to hold on. His legs twisted up, his feet growing longer for a moment before the transformation dragged them short again, though thinner in proportion to the rest of his leg.

Pulse.

Clench.

Pulse.

Clench.

Dobri’s change continued, warping him. His jaw twitched and pulled back, changing from the simple form that had spoken so clearly with friends and professors to something that would barely get out a squeak. The vocal cords in his throat, too, changed, becoming more suitable for high-pitched sounds and the occasional growl.

[i]You will be wild for the wood.[/i]

Feral. They were making him feral.

Though…not completely? He was still larger than a feral hare should have been, perhaps as large as a medium-sized dog rather than something that might be hunted by them. His ears were long, sensitive, but not so large as they had been. And…

And there were other changes. Even as his arms shortened, becoming less useful and losing his thumbs, he could feel something else changing. His hips, formerly a bit on the scrawny side, widened. They were…they were more obvious now, even though he was a male, and…and he could feel the breeze of the night air on something he normally never showed off. His cheeks would have burned if he still had the option, but the feral transformation seemed to have taken away his ability to blush.

The tightness in his muscles shifted. He managed a hop, then another. When he tried to walk, his legs didn’t bend that way, not properly. All he could manage was a little roll forward, extending his arms before dragging his legs along after him.

Hopping.

Moving on all fours.

Everything exposed. Everything.

He wanted to whimper as he felt his balls - shrunken, but still [i]very[/i] present - hanging down where all could see. His cock, likewise, was there, though it had pulled up into a sheath. Somewhat. The tip still poked out.

And then…

[i]Your body will be used for the wood’s relief,[/i] the voice whispered in his head. [i]Tonight, you belong to the wood, and all that catch you will use you.

Why?

Because you intruded. You knew that you should not, but you did anyway.

But…but I didn’t…

Run, little hare. Run while you still can, before I take that from you, too.[/i]

The howls of wolves filled the air, and Dobri was given control again. The hare stared, his head whipping from side to side. Another howl echoed about the woods, and this time, his ears picked up where it was coming from.

He ran the opposite direction as fast as his bounding legs would carry him. Hop, hop, hop, bursting through the undergrowth even as the transformation left a tingling, wanting hunger between his rump cheeks.

He would think about that later. For now, he had to survive. For now, he had to stay out of the hands of the other creatures of the woods, and hope that would be enough.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A young idiot makes his way into a forest of terror. What follows is pretty predictable.

Tags: M/solo, Transformation, Possession, Anthro to Feral, Hare, Horror, Exposure, Embarrassment, Helpless,