Shazam! or: My Kingdom For A Lamp
You know, all the usual stuff. Don't redistribute in any form, eg posting to websites or forums, without my permission. If you're under 18, etc, etc, you shouldn't be reading this, see yiffstar's opening agreement, but then again theres a lot of stuff you shouldn't do and it probably won't stop you. all characters copyright me, xenopyre. I hope you enjoy.
I know this is relatively short, but it's my first attempt. I'd thought i'd have ago since i'd finally got an idea that might be worth reading given enough tlc. Mostly this is a first part, theres a second part i definately want to do, but i wanted some advice first, and maybe even some volunteers to proof read and idiot proof the next part. I get the feeling its got the potential to extend on further if its worth it, lots of different way i could take the story. But until then i hope you enjoy :)
- * * It was early dusk as the two boys reached the edge of the old garden, the air sweet with the perfume of roses, and the slightly taller boy noticeable pushing the younger as he unhooked and pushed open the wicker gate. The mansion was massive, and rumoured to have been here since before the town was built, and even through the land was prime real estate and the house had been left to rot, it had been mysteriously left untouched. Tonight the sky was pale yellow, and the bees worked busily over the hunisuckle that entwined the wooden fence that was the only barrier between the wilderness of the house and the highway the other side. "Go on squirt, go get the lamp in the window" goaded the larger grey wolf morph, who's name was Billy, about 4 foot 2" from tip to toe and pudgy with a whiney voice in a white tshirt and bedraggled nylon trousers, the consumate playground bully. It was not to the looming mansion he pointed, but the small ramshackle shed to the right of the house, hardly worth looking at, but with a gap under its door that a young fur could just squeeze through if they were lean enough... "why m-m-me?" stammered the younger fox, Isaac, shorter by a good six inches and with a scruffy tail, dressed in a green tshirt and blue jeans and noticeable skinny. "Because you'll fit under the door! now go get it squirt or do i have to run you though what'll happen if you don't again?" With a gulp the young fox looked down and scurried the remainder of the ground, and under dived under the rotten door, it could have easily been broken down but that just wasn't billy's style, he prefered subtle harassment rather than all out damage, as could be seen in the bizarre scale of punishments he had concocted for his victims if they didnt do what they were told. Stage one was a dinner money tax if they didnt do what they were told, stage two would mean you were likely to find something nasty in your seat in class and stage three was being framed for a month of detention plus one and two. Telling tales was an automatic stage three. Isaac was at stage two. "Ow!" as he scraped his ankle on a rusty while pulling himself up inside the shed. "stop screaming squirt!" Inside the shed was littered with the tell tale signs of ancient junk, old transistor radios, rusty old pieces of metal and the odd saw or hammer lying on an old workbench. Up in the window was the object of billy's desire... "get the lamp squirt! stop wasting time!" "your wish is my command..." muttered isaac as he pulled himseld up onto the table using his claws and picked up the scruffy object. An old oil lamp, just the sort of junk that would accumulate in a place like this, whyever it was needed he'd probably never know, probably just a means to torture him as much as possible before the end of the week when Billy left for high-school. Isaac shuddered as he climbed down the table, dropping neatly onto the floor, thinking about the schemes which would be thought up to torture him by the time he joined Billy there two years later. He hugged the lamp agains his chest, brushing it gently with the fur on his arm as he squeezed back out from under the hole, glad to be back in the sweet night air. His tormentor stood outside the door and watched the younger fir pull himself up and then avert his eyes, as a wimp like he was should. "Hand it over!" The trinket was soundlessly passed upwards for inspection. Billy grunted, and growled at the young fox, "right, now get out of here and run home to your mother before I give you the beating you deserve!" As the wimp scuttled off into the night Billy began to strut off to his secret hiding place in the park where he kept his well earned tribute. * * * In a land of eternal dark and cold, living warmth is fealt for the first time in decades, *zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...* somewhere in a land of conceptualised ideas a presence grows stronger. *what, where am i?* and reaches out with a tendrel of thought to pierce the veil separating it from warmth, light and life, to make contact with a presence in the world of the living... *hmm, a mortal at last... well, lets see what I've got to do to earn my keep this time...* There is the sound of scrabbling, and thoughts of fear, of a face, and the usual things that appear in the deepest darkest dreams of a boy just about to reach puberty. *Well then, ill need a physical body, and i can kill two birds with one stone...* * * * Billy had arrived. Under the bramble copse there was a tunnel that led into a hollow, and over the years he'd pruned the tunnel and hidden the entrance so that it had become his lair and treasure trove. It was about the only thing he'd ever taken care over, and now under the second hand green tinted light from the roof was where he proudly kept his Treasury. At the back was the box of taxes from the peons, mostly in pennies but sizeable enough for a kings ransom in crisps and chocolate. A king's ransom, he liked that thought. On the floor was the bigger tribute. The giant dinosaur he'd recieved from henry, the indiana jones hat hed recieved from arran, the wendy house he'd recieved from... well, wendy. He didnt like girls stuff, but sometimes you had to show mercy when the peasents had no other way to pay taxes. As he placed the lamp on top of the house, rubbing it gently to shine it. Aha! he knew it! real gold! now he really had a royal treasury! Even as a grey smoke began to drift from its tip he only got more excited, a genie of his very own! Soon he'd extend his kingdom all he way to high school and not even the Big Kids would be able to stop him! But as the smoke drifted eerily towards him, climbed his soft silver fur and entered his nose, mouth and began to fill his lungs... only then did he hear the voice in the background, faint yet clear as the sound of a trickling stream on a quiet day... *too bad, you should have got there first.* * * * Blackout, the smoke had covered him, ther was no light, no air, he wsa going to die! And then he was back, lying on his front on the floor. "huh!, tripped and hit my head on my treasure, good job no peasent saw that!" he grunted as he scratched his head. The genie must have been a dream but, yes, he still had the lamp and as for the Big Kids, there were ways and means which required no genie. *Pity* "who's there!?" *what a sad little mind, so clever, so much potential, pity, youve tortured those poor kids* "hmph, torture? they're only peasents!" *hmm, normally i would be leniant and take an animal that does not know itself, this time i think will be no exception* *Shazam!* He must have hit his head then, he was hearing voices... he'd have to see a doctor, his parents insurance should see he only got the best.. only the best for the king! Then he felt his lower claw twitch inside his scruffy black school shoes, and his shirt seemed to have grown tighter in the space of that thought. He looked down to see his downy fur thinning, falling from his exposed arms. His shirt now stretching and feeling short on him he was panicking, watching his muscles grow taught and finely toned and fealt a sharp pain as his feet grew and a welcome relief as they burst through to show... lizard like claws? He watched his hand go through the same procedure, lengthening, thinning, claws extendng, and now he looked down and saw what his fur was thinning to reveal on his arms and midrif, now expose by his lengthining body as green scales with a white patch where is bellyfur used to be. He had to move to make room as his tail began to enlarge, to bulge, to lengthen. "no! this cant be happening, not to the king!" at the point he fealt a warmth on his chest and looked down to his chest and screamed... or would have done if his jaw hadnt suddenly become unusable midway between a wolfen nuzzle and a snubby draconic snout. He fealt a prickling sensation as his ears began to shorten to small pinholes compared to his overwise fine peaked ears. He could only look and fear as his chest began to expand into two small, yet rapidly growing round spheres about the size of a tennace ball and both looking like the had a golf tee placed on the end. "whats happening?" He thrashed at the briars and slowly looked down in shock as he saw his manhood slowly shrink as his waist began to shrink an his bum began to grow, fealt it too, not an unpleasent sensation, yet he wasnt able to appreciate this during the shock, and then a warm moist feeling as a slit opened up beneath his now rapidly diminishing package, sending shocks of pleasure through him. As he writhed he couldnt resist rubbing it against the ground, and bucked his hips against a rough rock and found began to rub his chest with glee as the mounds began to fill his hand and to leak from the nipple, drenching his t-shirt with his milk. The sensations of his new found feminity were now overwhelming him, and as his manhood finally diminished into nothingness he began to feel nor and more pleasure, now actively milking himself and feeling the wonderful warmth flow out of him. He couldn't help but moan as he slipped a slaw down his pants nd began to rub is slit gently at first, but instinct took over and he began to his fingers in and out of his new orifice, rubbing the little nub that was all that was left of his manhood and completely by accident hitting a certain spot near the back. She had to scream as she hit her first orgasm, spreading milk and cum al over the floor and soaking her clothes, slowly drawing her breast to her mouth and suckling at a nipple, enjoying the warmth of the afterglow as her warm milk filled her mouth, drinking it down and enjoying the pay of her teeth on her breast, and then... Suddenly it was over, he picked himself up off the floor, this wasnt so bad. He seemed to have gained 2 extra feet of height and lost a lot of weight... the strangest concussion he'd ever had. He now had to crouch to stop from bursting through the roof of his dem, but the brambles didnt seem to penetrate his scaly hide. Right now there was one piece of tribute he was looking for, emily's mirror, that had seemed so little at the time, now it was worth 40 men on horseback. He picked it up, fumbling slighty with hi new talon and looked at his face. A dragon! the perfect noble creature, yet somehow... feminine. Then her hand grasped the mirror and she looked herself up and down. The chubby four foot wolf was now a slim and curvy dragoness about 6 foot 6 in height with breasts the size of a large honeydue melon, and nipple top fit, so that what was once a baggy t-shirt now fit snugly as a tank top showing off her slim scaly belly. The dirty toursers could do with some work through, and were duly ripped off near the top to create a snugly fitting pair of hot pants that fitted well around a well rounded behind and a long tail that swished back and forth as she thought. The pants were still were still warm and damp at the front, evidence of her first orgasm for a century. "hmm, not bad" as she licked herl lips, taking a closer look at her now bald head, mind you that wasnt too much of a disadvantage for a dragon. The dainty peaked ears twitched and the piercing emerald green eyes blinked in the sunlight as she tore her escape route through the top of the bushes, looking for a place to lay until she was dry. Even in this day and age it couldnt be acceptable to go out soaking wet. and as she strode off through the bushes, the thorns inefectually ripping at her scaly legs well below the line of her pants, there seemed to be some internal conversation. *I cant go out looking like this!* "but I can," *but i am the king and you must do as I say! or else there will be punishment!* "look, its small enough in here as it is without you jumping around, so if you dont shut up i'll crush you like an autumn leaf underfoot!" ... "thats better, you never know, you may even enjoy the ride." Billy the bully fell silent, and queen Azara settled underneath a tree in the warm night air.