Transformation mini story

M/solo

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Purr-fect

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

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Nilolm groaned, the adventurer flung out over his bed in the inn after a long day of adventuring with his group. They’d dived into the mine of Glendor that day, which was not all that much of a trial by itself, of course: with the wyvern greedily guarding a hoard they had dragged into the depths, on the other hand… Well, it was no wonder the local towns and villagers had begun facing difficulties. Whereas dragons and wyverns were not all that much of a problem typically in who they were, their inclinations and ravenous appetites could cause issues, at least from time to time.

Laying there in only his cotton shirt, open at the neck where the ties had become loose, and thick, heavy trousers, he groaned. His long, black hair stuck uncomfortably to the side of his face and stubble as he groped for his pack. He could really use a health potion to revitalise him…

However, what Nilolm retrieved in a small, blue vial from his pack was not a health potion. Neither was it anything that would do him any harm as he wriggled in place, trying to get comfortable on a bed that, admittedly, was rather on the narrow side for someone with his broad shoulders.

“Unff…”

Nilolm uncorked the vial and chugged the vial, which looked small in his hand, without thinking too much about what he was doing. But he knew he’d got the wrong one the moment the cool fluid slid down his throat, bubbling and frothing with an anxious energy all of is own.

“Ah!”

He sat up and groped for his pack even as it slid off the bed, but it was too late for that. His shoulders were already narrowing, just a little, his skin prickling with a soft burst of fur. Nilolm took a deep breath, though his lungs didn’t seem to fill up with as much air as they would normally, even if there was no panic in him.

Rolling his eyes at his own folly, Nilolm grunted and stretched out on his front, fingers extending as if he was trying to work out every last kink and knot in his body. His back arched, but he could not put all that much of a curve into it, for his body simply did not have that stretch and flexibility.

It would soon enough as he relaxed into the feel of his body shifting, flesh rippling and bubbling faintly. It was a somewhat disconcerting sensation, but he was used to it: it was not as if they had not used transformation potions before in dungeon dives and other quest-running adventuring. So, he blinked almost lazily as a prickle of grey fur with darker stripes spread over him, only wriggling enough to get out of his cotton shirt. It was more than loose enough, just an underlayer for what he usually wore while adventuring, for him to pull it up over his head. Only, the sharp push of whiskers emerging from his new face caught uncomfortably on it – but briefly.

He didn’t mind it too much, not even as the bones crackled and crunched in his skull, letting his face mould to a different design. It was not only soft tissue that had to re-shape itself, after all, but bones stretching and lengthening, as his entire body became leaner, his spine stretching to add more vertebrae.

He should have got out of his trousers too, bare toes wriggling faintly, but Nilolm didn’t have the energy to do so as something more feline swept over him. His tail pushed out, thankfully, over the top of his trousers, despite the belt, and flicked slowly back and forth, his skin covered with grey fur, though it still had to thicken up and smooth down fully over his body too. His toes curled faintly, nails pinching swiftly and sharply into claws, though he let a full-body shudder ripple through him at that. For some reason, it was always nails and claws that got the better of him.

Teeth were uncomfortable too, though the fat in his face shifted, rippling. It gave him less of a defined jaw-line as he became a feline creature – but the kind that still walked on two legs. They came under the classification of many races in his world, so he didn’t like to assume a species. His ears pulled up, migrating higher on his head and tugging with a pinch and a pull into feline points. Yet even the sense of hearing more around him, from the innkeeper bustling around on a lower floor of the inn to someone strumming an ukelele in another room, was a part of the transformation.

Nilolm grunted softly as his teeth ached into points, giving him more canines. Felines needed more of those, for their diet was different to his more omnivorous human preferences, but he wouldn’t be transformed for too long. Still, it was all an experiences as he wriggled his toes, his feet smaller and more paw-like with pads on the underside.

“Okay… Oh-kay? Ah?”

He worked his tongue around his mouth as it flattened out, face pushing out a little more into a more muzzle-like shape, but a feline didn’t need an overly large “snout,” not like a canine or something else entirely. The whiskers quivered with the slightest movement of the muscles in his face and Nilolm flicked his tongue experimentally against his darker lips, exploring the limits of his new form.

His tail swept back and forth against the bed and he squirmed as his member retreated, smoothly pulling back into the fold of flesh that he assumed was a feline sheath. That was uncomfortable, though came with a rush of arousal too, lips parted so he could pant, tail more active than ever.

It was a purr-fect transformation indeed, if Nilolm was indulging himself in being ever so slightly corny, but it was one he would have plenty of time to enjoy in privacy until it all wore off. On all fours, like the bipedal cat-creature he had temporarily become, he stretched out, putting a much larger arch into his back with his far more flexible spine, fingers tipped with retractable claws as his transformation settled fully over him.

The tip of his member protruded out of his sheath, hidden by his clothes, and he let out a soft purr that rumbled through him. He needed it, that release, or maybe from something more too.

In transformation came new experiences and Nilolm was more than ready to dive into all he cared to enjoy, despite mixing up the potions in the first place!

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