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[b][u][center]Delighted Da-laida[/center][/u][/b]

[b][u][center]For Rayoelgatubelo[/center][/u][/b]

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

The rocky shores so far south of her village left Da-laida feeling more down than she expected. She’d hoped that perhaps the sea would give her a chance to feel good about things before the change, but no. All it did was remind her of how uncertain her future was, and how very different her life was about to become.

She reached up to her neck, the Duwamish woman rubbing the spot where the Sherryworth had managed to catch her during an attack. They had left their mark, and soon, despite her escape from their warriors, their foulness would claim her body as well.

What goodbyes that could be made had been. She had sent a message through a friendly tribe back to her people, telling them that she was as good as dead, and not to come for her. She even sent the location of the Sherryworth back, so that no others would fall into the trap that was waiting there. It was all she could do. The moon was already on the rise, and soon, its power would claim her.

She knelt down in the rocks, feeling them grinding against her knees as she tried to keep her focus for as long as she could. Her body ached, burning at her neck and it spreading already. Soon, she would be like them.

[i]Without one of them around...can I keep my mind? Can I still be me?[/i]

She didn’t know. As far as Da-laida knew, nobody knew what happened to those attacked by the Sherryworth except that they lost everything and became slaves after being bitten. So far from any other tribe, she hoped that, perhaps, some part of her would survive the transformation. There was no other here to take command of her, nobody that would be able to claim her just because she had shifted. There were none for her to feed on, none to corrupt. With both her need to submit and her need to feed unable to be fed...what would happen?

She was about to find out, she supposed. She crawled to the edge of the water, cast of the remains of her clothes, and waited.

The moonlight filled her with a greater fire, the small burnings within her swelling to an inferno as she clenched her teeth against the oncoming pain. The prickles rushed down her arms and through her legs, up the back of her neck and down through her torso like the worst of burns, like she had been flailed with poisonous plants and left to soak in the sun. Her darkened skin darkened further, and she could feel the prickles growing, turning from a simple sensation to something sharp that was pushing up through her skin.

Shivering, Da-laida lifted her hand, watching as the first few strands of fur pushed themselves free of her skin. They were soft, on the side, but sharp at the tip, though it faded quickly as it was exposed to the open air. Almost curious, she stroked her finger along the growing strands, even as it spread from her hands to her arm, and slowly up the rest of her body.

[i]The stories...are true.[/i]

She’d known that they were, had seen it happened, but it was one thing to see it and another entirely to feel it. The Duwamish girl shuddered, already feeling the itch of other things, seeing skin grow between her fingers to give her somewhat webbed hands, the center of her palm darkening and getting rougher in comparison to the rest of her fingers.

Clenching her hand into a fist, she lowered her head down, pulling her legs up against her chest in a tight ball, but there was no ignoring the constant burning feeling of the fur pushing out through her skin. It ached, and at times, it was sharp enough to make her whimper, but she didn’t make more sound than that.

As her new coat of fur spread up the back of her neck and forced her hair out, she felt it running down her spine and along the backs of her legs. Her slender hips started widening, pushing out to form something that was more akin to the matronly figures of the tribe back home, wide and ready for bearing children. She shuddered, biting her lips to keep back her thoughts and curses.

Unwillingly, she spread her legs to watch the curse go with it. Her thighs were already furred, and were getting worse. It was painful to feel the constant prickles, but even as they faded, something else was coming.

CRUNCH.

Da-laida slumped forward, feeling the sudden crack and shift of her spine that meant something else was growing. She looked over her shoulder, watched as the bumps along her lower back - she’d always been skinny, and even with her growing body she still could see bits and pieces of her bones - were expanding, growing downwards and outwards. The young woman bit her lip, and slowly leaned forward, her furred hands slipping into the water before her.

Her back cracked twice more before the first piece of her tail started pushing outwards, slowly growing outwards like the little creatures of the sea that she’d hunted in the past. It spread quickly, getting wider and keeping the same width all the way down. It was not as long as the ones that she had heard occupied the rivers in further lands from this, but it was enough to steal yet another piece of humanity from her.

Da-laida looked away, trying to ignore the swelling beneath her, the growth of her breasts against the sand and the rocks of the beach. She could feel the grains grinding against her sensitive flesh, pushing through her body, but it was something that kept pushing away, trying to ignore. It was pain, and it was sensation. That was all.

Her face twisted, her nose and mouth pulling out slightly even as the rest of her face pushed down from the top and outwards, forming a face that would look almost ovoid from the front, cute but pinched. The otters of the sea would have recognized her as nearly one of their own, by now.

As whiskers pushed out through her cheeks, almost hidden by the fur that covered her face, she could feel some of the last changes happening. As the same webbing that had covered her fingers spread between her toes - and in much greater amounts - she felt something between her legs. A hunger, a growing heat that spread from there to her mind, and set her brain on fire.

Finally, Da-laida could no longer hold back her moans, falling onto her side and pulling herself into a ball. Even as her toes and fingers grew clawed and gripping, even as her tail thumped out at full size, even as her body was covered in fur and her ears hidden under it at her head, she felt the pleasure and the need for it burning between her legs and echoing in her head.

[i]Thrall, needy, horny, desperate thrall. Need to touch, need to feel, need to play.[/i]

Instincts, she knew, instincts that came with the body that were trying to trick her. She was a monster, not something playful and silly. She was something that would have been turned into a toy if she hadn’t gotten away. She needed...needed to hold onto that.

[i]Play, play. It’s so fun to play with a toy, and when you are a toy, your whole body is something to play with.[/i]

“No...not…”

Da-laida shuddered, clenching her hands together, but it was impossible to hold onto her hands when they were webbed. The bit of skin between her fingers didn’t extend so far as it did with her feet, but it was still enough to keep her from locking her hands together. They slid off of each other, and one was already slowly making its way down between her legs. She shut her eyes, biting her other hand with sharper teeth to try and keep it in place.

It didn’t help when her other hand managed to find her sex. She whimpered, shivering and biting herself harder as it started playing with her, rubbing over her heated sex with fingers not built for sliding in, but so good for rubbing and covering herself. Da-laida shivered, her legs twitching, her hips trying to push down even as she tried to hold herself back.

[i]Yes, such a good toy. We can play all day long. It’d be so easy to show off, to play with ourselves, to tease people and get them to come and use us. It’d be so much more fun than just a hand. All you gotta do is let go of all those old, silly ideas of what we’re doing.[/i]

She tried to shake her head, and she raked her teeth along her palm instead. It hurt, it hurt a lot, but it was the only thing holding her back.

Somehow, she knew that her climax was her enemy. Anything that pushed her over, anything that took her there, would wipe what was [i]her[/i] away. She would no longer be Da-laida, but a dumb little otter girl that was just waiting for a master, for someone to claim her, for someone to make her exactly that. A toy.

[i]Water...maybe…[/i]

She kicked, shoving herself forward, but it wasn’t so useful as she hoped. She dragged herself across the rocks, one of them grinding against her hand, and the free one grabbed it. The girl wondered what was going on until -

“MMMMPH!”

She was tapping the stone against her sex, rubbing the smooth side against her clit before passing it between her pussy lips. In and out, in and out. So smooth and worn down by the sea, it was almost like flesh, and she was so wet that there was no pain from it. She bit down, trying to bring back the pain her hand, but it was no longer there. She must have let go when she moaned.

“AH!”

Da-laida flopped onto her back, her body out of her control as her hands worked her breasts and her sex at the same time. Her toes clenched and curled at the pleasure running through her, and she whimpered as she tried to get some control, some piece of herself back, but the heat was too strong. She needed to cum...she needed to…

Play.

Her fingers curled inside of her, pushing the rock into her pussy, and she came. She squirted, she flailed, she nearly bashed her brains in as she had a fit, but she went over the edge with so much pleasure that her brain went blank.

Slowly, the world came back to her, and the otter girl lifted herself up. The sea called to her, but more than that, so did the idea of playmates. She smiled, spreading her legs and letting the rock fall back out of her. It had felt so good inside, but it was so...small. She needed something bigger, something much more fun than that pathetic little thing.

[i]Villages...there are other villages...further up the coast.[/i] She giggled. [i]Villages with big, strong villagers to have for toys...or be a toy for.[/i]

She smiled, rubbing her pussy a few times before sliding into the sea. She would head north tomorrow, when the sun was up. For now, she wanted to enjoy her body, to feel it flexing and swimming, and to feel the sea cradle her as she came again, and again, and again.

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