Look Upon This And Change
Mature audiences advised. This ones cute and lewd. Also taking commissions if you're interested.
Look Upon This And Change by:MalicTheWriter
I looked right at it. That thing artists most fear and anticipate in equal measure; the blank page. It is at once a harrowing and beautiful thing in its own way. Within a computer in particular each pixel can either elevate the piece or desecrate it in due time.
Down came the stylus, up cam the nerve. What even was it I wanted to draw to begin with? Knowledge did not rise to great me with the answer, even as the digital pen hit the plastic road of the stylus I could not know what it was I was about to draw. To this day I think it was precisely that not knowing that allowed for what followed.
Here and now bubbled up the first piece of artwork I had made in 5 months, and I wasn’t even looking when I made it. I found myself in the moment looking straight down at the drawing tablet instead, focusing on tracing round invisible lines across the plastic shell. It was one of those more affordable ones without the crazy screen built in after all. A few scratches from distant use through the past adorned its surface, and on occasion they would catch the stylus and guide the line in a more well worn way. That was the vibe, go with the flow.
I looked up from my blind work and saw something I was certainly not expecting. Impact font, nice a bold, and certainly not the product of a few random loopy swipes of the style. How could it be? The lines of even the experienced artists are seldom as rigid as the font so clear and crisply visible as Impact. Then it registered to my eyes at last, the plushie dolphin composed of light gray strokes, surrounded by a grid of amorphous human shapes.
I hopped on the group chat, tabbing over to apparently interrupt my roommate’s play through of that brand new rogue like mancala game that had been making waves lately. Wordlessly I pulled up a stream of my own artwork to show him what I made. He hopped in at once, tabbing out and giving it a look over.
“Cute cat, and nice meme,” he said.
“What?” I asked back, looking at the seemingly too subtle line work of the blindly scrawled dolphin.
“I said it’s a cute cat, the message is fun too, ‘Look Upon This and Change.’” he said in a dramatic voice before following up, “It’s got a certain gravitas to it, like it’s really gonna happen or something.”
“That’s clearly a dolphin,” I stammered as the grip on my stylus grew unnaturally loose.
“Then that is without a doubt the most catlike dolphin I’ve seen in meoy entire life up until this point,” he all but meowed.
“Did you just… what… what was that?” I asked, suddenly catching the catlike cadence of his voice.
“I said that’s the most-”
“Not that, the cat bit.”
“That is the cat bit.”
“No, the whole meowing thing.”
“Yeah, cats meow, so what?”
“Yeah but why did you-”
“Look just purr it on the server, this could be a stream quality problems stirring up a bit of chaos,” he purred this time.
“Right, that’s a good idea,” I said, just managing to save it with the last grasp of a vanishing thumb on the end of a fin so obvious and clearly present in front of me that I couldn’t even fathom it.
Alterations to my body had been so subtle at first that I had not noticed them creeping up. Now they were so blatant and near to completion that they hardly registered. It was like trying to actually look at a pane of perfectly clear glass smooshed right up in your face, so present as to be invisible.
With a deft enough application of my fin I managed to right click, save, and with a little effort managed to successfully grab the file I had been editing for all of a few minutes and depositing it into the art chatroom for a direct sharing of the file. No longer could the troubles of streaming quality be the issue at play, surely he would see the cat- I mean dolphin.
“Looks like a damn cat,” he said.
I could actually hear him grinning on the other side of the microphone. Clearly he was either teasing me, or his monitor was showing him something entirely different. I had to know which one. The only other thing I could think of was that somehow the outline was vague enough to appear as a cat to him and a dolphin to me, but…
“No,” I said, rebuking myself.
“What?”
“I’m coming into your room to see what it looks like on your screen,” I said.
“You’re gonna need a warrant for th-” he started to hit me with another joke.
His usual flirtations rang out in the background as I squeakily hopped up. Somehow the fact that my ears had become entirely flattened against a head full of air and composed of plastic were the last things on my mind. What a weird little day, added emphasis on the little.
I practically had to hop down off my chair with my mostly dolphin pool toy body and waddle over to the door. With not even the remnant of fingers to work with I was careful to balance myself on the very tip of my stubby little toes to reach about eye level with the handle on the door. Conveniently, I ignored the strange and goofy looking reflection of myself on the handle, as I was simply too focused on the image confusion.
From this eye level vantage point it proved easy enough to grasp the handle with my gray little fins and spin it. Somehow throughout this all I was still less consciously concerned with what was or, by now, had happened with my body. My mind was entirely memes.
Unbeknownst to myself, by the time I flopped through my opened door and made my way to my roommate’s own enclosure just past the kitchen, at least five other friends had seen the image too. Though I wouldn’t learn this until later, none of them had seen a dolphin or a cat, but rather each their own cute little creature, personal variations independent of prior sightings.
From there it had begun. It started spreading quite rapidly. Already it was being shared from one server to the other as my body lost the last little remnants of a humanity I felt was hardly getting used to begin with. How could I have known what was happening around the world? I was barely processing that I had become a tiny dolphin pool toy by the time I was softly knocking on my roommate’s door. The world was beyond me.
“Come in,” came the cuter than normal voice of my roommate from the other side of the door.
“I can’t, having trouble opening doors,” I offered up with an embarrassed sigh.
“Same, look, just do what you can and I’ll help too,” he said, wheeling his chair over towards the door.
So we set about teaming up to open the door while at the same time somehow thinking nothing out of the ordinary was going on while by now dozens if not hundreds of other people had begun to change. Meanwhile, here I was wrapping my flippers around my roommate’s doorknob and clicking in frustration when it became clear that the clockwise in his head was quite obviously running counter. Once corrected, down we tumbled.
A tumbly cute tussle with gravity that saw the formerly clockwise confused cat call out as he landed firmly upon me. Even the softest of soft falls of that old and unaltered life could not compare to how this particular tumble felt like now. How the pressure inside my inflated body when increased felt tingly and wonderful all over me. It was so intense and pleasurable I could hardly process it as it all played out upon me.
The tumble became a tussle and soon enough that turned into a hug just the same way we had somehow turned into such impossibly cute critters. Spontaneously. Affection mounted us as I mounted him for a time, and took to rubbing nothings together in a most indulgent and intimate way.
Flattened little farces of groins pressed firmly against one another; one composed of an obvious plastic sheet while the other was covered in a wonderful feeling false fur that teased my body so evocatively I thought I had somehow cum despite the absence of any cock.
Or maybe rather it was owed to the absence; as all the good feelings from the former arrangement seemed dispersed and multiplied across the entirety of my form with some particular focus paid to where those naughty bits once remained. We had become cutely immortal and otherwise inanimate things, aligned in a weird and wonderful sort of way. With no reproduction necessary we were enabled by these bodies to draw pleasure free entirely from its sordidly reproductivist orientation. Now it was squarely an enabler for play of all kinds, play that the two of us were happy to indulge in.
During all my thinking of the cocklessness of our predicament, my roommate turned plushie cat had managed to roll me over onto my back and straddle well the tail of my lower body. I let out a clicky little whine of satisfaction as they did, not minding at all the awkward way my dorsal fin bent beneath me as nothing again rubbed hard and fast against nothing still.
“Feels too good, definitely dreaming…”
“Not a dream… too detailed…”
He moaned and I moaned and together our song hit all the awkward notes that so often accompany a sense of overwhelmedness. It was simply too much to process, each and every tingling touch of his fur upon my body teased free within me the sensory experience of an orgasm and then some. How could I not love him after that?
Hours went by, maybe days, we’ve long since ditched the calendar anyway in this vibes based future. A profound sense of satisfaction flowed deep throughout our nonexistent veins, but eventually we cast our parting nuzzle-kisses upon the other. Rolling out of one another’s forever hold we made our way to check his computer. There were thousands of messages piled up inside the chat, hundreds of new people had joined in looking for the source of the strange image that was quickly sweeping the world.
“This is more than dreaming. This is more than us,” he said, helping to lift me up into his chair.
“You’re right, this is everywhere,” I added, watching as he scrolled.
“And it still looks like a dolphin to you, right?”
“Some of these posts from hours ago are saying thousands are changing.”
“Look at the newer posts, they’re theorizing it’s millions now… Just what have I done?”
“Someone’s asking if they can put it up on Time’s Square.”
“Yes, definitely, improve that place…”
“The whole world has to see this.”
“The world needed to change. Now it can… Can’t it?”
A little chuckle slipped free from my newly feline roommate. The chuckle was followed up by a smooch. It was more potent, powerful, and pleasurable than simply saying yes ever could have been. I wanted him to kiss me forever. After some time it even felt like he had. Satisfaction seemingly without end.
War, famine, plague and death; by the time we finished our latest bout of kissing and cuddling, these four monsters of day to day life had been all but vanquished, billions had changed, mere millions remained, a testament to humanities 21st century capacity for image proliferation.
I’ll admit, I’m not quite sure how it worked on the blind, but at the same time I’m not sure how it worked at all, nor what exactly I did to spark it. Leading theories occasionally draw my attention off my roommate or other cuddle buddies. Though I will admit these days I’ve grown content in not knowing.
Even if the methodology is discovered and understood, every smooch I receive has me doubting that anyone on this plushie and pool toy planet would seek to somehow reverse the process. We’re all too happy to. Those old lives and their ailments are but distant memories of a life lived and died peculiar; the new normalcy is the forever bubble-gum sweet bliss that comes from being either a plushie or a pool toy in a world where the only argument is as to whether or not the person who you are smooching is cuter than you or not.
The answer is often yes, for both sides involved too.