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Gift of a Giraffe

For Lorvianne

By Draconicon

Vritrax was used to getting strange presents for Christmas. It wasn't the first time that he found something that was wrapped differently under his tree, and the wolf-dragon knew that it wouldn't be the last, either. He chuckled as he nudged it with a toe, pushing it out from under the tree just in case it was booby-trapped (wouldn't be the first time for that, either) and then slowly knelt down beside it.

In the light of the Christmas tree, he could just make out the names on the little tag on the top of the box. It was from a friend of his, named Lorkos.

Well, that guarantees that it's going to be something weird, he thought with a chuckle. That wolf can't keep something normal for more than a few minutes...

But at the same time, he knew that Lorkos always had something good for him. Shrugging, he pulled at the top-most ribbon, slowly undoing the complicated system of knots that had been tied around the box.

The wolf-dragon was most of the way done when he noticed that there was another knot along the side. He cocked his head sideways, wondering how he had missed that, and turned the box around. Grabbing one end of the ribbon, he pulled...and the ribbon pulled back. Hard. Hard enough to knock him off his feet and right on top of the box.

"What the -"

His yelp of shock was cut off by one ribbon wrapping around his muzzle, snapping it shut and holding it tight. The rest of the ribbons were already moving, wrapping around him and starting to tie him down. The wolf-dragon pulled back, managing to get back on his knees, but only for a moment before the ribbons pulled him back down. They seemed intent on holding him down over the box, and more and more of them started to appear, almost as if by magic.

Damn it, Lorkos, what the hell did you send me?

Vritrax shook his head, rolling to the side. He groaned as he did, landing on something hard, but at least he had the box on his stomach instead of laying on top of it. He wriggled, trying to free his arms so that he could push the box off, but the ribbons only tightened, pulling his arms closer to his sides and keeping him from doing a damn thing.

The ribbons spread further and further, wrapping around him like coiling snakes. He felt them drag his legs together, binding him at the ankles and knees, and then slowly covering him. They were tightening everywhere that they covered, almost like they were sealing him in some sort of pressurizing device. He groaned, wriggling and shuffling his shoulders up and down, trying to get his arms free before they were completely wrapped up, but it was futile.

The strangest thing was, they didn't seem to want him to be wrapped in any sort of clothing. As soon as they realized that he was wearing a robe, the ribbons pulled it off of him, throwing it to the ground before wrapping him up once more. The only thing that wasn't wrapped was his stomach, right where the box was pressed tight against him, and he didn't understand why.

Not at first, at least.

It wasn't until he saw the print of the ribbons, something light brown with dark brown spots, and saw that it was bleeding out over his own fur, that he realized what was happening. He was being transformed into another species.

You...Lorkos, that...

His eyes widened, staring at the speckled pattern that was spreading out from the ribbons that held his muzzle shut, making his muzzle longer, and a little flatter. He could feel his tongue growing inside of his mouth already, getting longer than a wolf's tongue would ever be, and flicking against the front of his mouth. It strained against sharp teeth that were rapidly flattening out, and he groaned as he felt the change running along the side of his head, up towards the top.

His horns slowly shortened, blunting at the top and then getting a bit less defined along the sides. They were smaller, and less pointed, but a bit wider, too.

As the ribbons around his neck tightened, it was almost like that pressure forced his neck to extend, getting longer than a wolf or dragon's would normally be. It stretched up by a few inches, then a foot, making him loom over his former self in a way that he'd never imagined.

Little by little, the ribbons over his face and neck fell down, allowing them to move again, and he could see that there was no longer any sort of wolf or dragon features left behind. He felt in his mouth, and only sensed flat surfaces, rather than the hard or sharp fangs that he was used to. His neck was long, but muscled, rather than overly slender.

As the ribbons continued to glow, the box began to shine, almost like it was pushing something out and into him. The bright glow burned at his eyes, making him look away, but he could feel it. A warm tingle that was rushing through his body, fueling the transformation that he was going through and making it stronger, faster. It was changing him rapidly, from head to toe. And speaking of toes.

He looked down at the base of his legs, saw the way that his paws were changing. No longer the thick, splayed toes of a wolf, but the pointed, and somewhat rounded, hooves of a giraffe pushed at the edge of the ribbon wrapping. His legs were getting pressed down on, the pressure thinning them out, and making them longer than they had been, and he welcomed the transformation.

For he was smiling. Vritrax had long admired the giraffe species, and feeling himself transform into one was something that he'd never expected. He moaned, his fingers clenching into fists as the transformation hit his chest and torso, warping it. The muscle that he'd built up as a wolf-dragon remained, but more streamlined, less bulky. He groaned, arching his back slowly, feeling his excitement slowly mounting.

The transformation spread down his arms, giving him slack as it happened. His toned biceps faded, growing slender but still strong, and his fingers became a little more delicate as a result as they shifted more proportionally.

This is...amazing.

Vritrax was smiling wider and wider as the ribbons started sliding off his body, letting him see the transformation. It had affected him in an amazing way, turning him from a semi-bulky, muscular hybrid into a giraffe that was lean and yet, still very strong. He could feel the muscle in his body, even as stretched as it was, and he savored the feeling.

Even as he leaned back, feeling his legs slowly come loose from the ribbons, he could feel the transformation running through his middle. His cock was grabbed, pulled at by the magic, and he moaned as the box shifted down. It almost felt like a mouth was pulling at his shaft, dragging it into the gift box, and changing it.

Vritrax threw his head back in a deep moan as his shaft shifted. He couldn't see the details, but he could feel it, the sense of his shaft growing longer, pulled at, stretched. It was getting bigger, heavier, feeling like he was going from a normal cock to a large club between his legs, something worth hanging between the lanky legs of a giraffe.

Come on...grow...feels so...good...

The giraffe moaned, his hooves feeling so strange now. He wanted to curl his toes in pleasure, his body trying to do it, but the fact that he had no toes made it weird. It was a different part of his body, reminding him that he was transformed, which only fueled his lusts.

The stretching feeling continued, almost like a weight dragging itself away from him, and he groaned and gritted his teeth as he felt his balls getting dragged down, too, almost like they were getting heavier. He hoped that they were.

The sensation continued for almost a minute before finally stopping. The ribbons fell off of him, and so did the gift box, completely empty of whatever it had held. Vritrax flopped back, panting for a few seconds as he felt the realization of what happened wash over him.

I...it really happened. He found a way to make me a giraffe.

The former hybrid shook his head. He had to get a better look. Stumbling and shaking, he managed to get to his feet, and looked down at himself.

He had to be at least a foot and a half taller than he had been, perhaps even more. His body was a different color, though there were bits and pieces of his old fur markings left behind. Running his hand over his head, he could tell that his hair had remained, still done up in something of a rough ponytail, and he shook his head a few times.

Reaching down to his crotch, he could feel the sheer size that waited for him down there, and he grinned as he felt the weight of his new shaft in hand. It wasn't quite to the point of being oversized, but it was toeing the line, for sure. The thick thing was big enough that he almost needed his other hand to wrap around it properly, and it was long enough that he was sure that he'd need to take care with any partner that he had in the future.

His balls were bigger, too, heavy and brown-furred as they dangled between his legs. He rubbed them lightly, feeling them churning beneath his fingers, and knew that he'd need to empty them soon. Just the transformation had been enough to get him all riled up, and he knew that it'd be plenty to get him off. He just wished -

Click.

The door opened, and he turned around, almost wishing that he had grabbed his robe first, only to find himself face to face with someone both familiar and not. He blinked at the sight of the female wolf in front of the door, looking her over for a few moments before he realized just who she was.

"Lorkos? What -"

"Heh, I thought you might want something fun to try out that new body of yours."

"So you...did that?"

"Not that hard, with all the things I've found."

"..."

"You want it?"

"Gods, yes."

"Then follow me."

The giraffe was happy enough to follow the wolf. After all, it was still Christmas, and he had a pretty good idea what the second half of his gift was going to be. His cock rose quickly, and he grinned as he heard the sound of Lorkos's zipper coming down.

Merry Christmas to me...

The End