Artifacts, Chapter 2, Curse of the Armadillo
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Artifacts, Chapter 2
By William W. Kelso
Curse of the Armadillo
Angelica never understood what was happening to her; that the cute necklace with an Armadillo claw pendant she had found was cursed. One minute she had put on her nice 'new' necklace, and the next she was wracked with pain. Forced to succumb to the agony she fell to all fours; little knowing she would never walk upright again. Her body twisted and changed, the pain rendering her weak and confused, helpless to do anything but watch as her delicate hands pushed out into long bony claws as her fingers grew together, the pain excruciating. Her nose followed her aching grinding clenched jaws as her face began to push out into a snout, armored ridges forming on her forehead, and between her eyes and on the top of her lengthening nose. Angelica's back started to grow stiffer and heavier as her skin hardened into shell like plates making her numb from the agony of her shifting form as her spine rippled and spasmed, her whole body undergoing convulsions. The changing woman barely noticed the tail pushing out from the base of her spine or the bristly fur slowly spreading over her once soft skin as it began to take on a rough scaly texture as she writhed and moaned in pain hazed confusion.
A strange; but pleasant, throbbing from between her legs started as she felt her vagina changing as her labial lips closed, stretched, and sagged into a scrotum, and the tube of a stubby sheath began to form, the tip of a pink wet looking penis beginning to emerge from the opening. She didn't know how; or why, this was happening, but as she struggled to reach the phone; tears of pain and horror rolling down her altering bestial face, another wave of intense pain forced her to stop as her feet underwent the same shifting transformation that moments ago her hands had suffered, her toes fusing into large sharp claws. She felt her thoughts slowly growing strangely muddled, and her growing lust made it harder to focus as her new growing penis ached and throbbed between her legs.
Her tongue licked over her new muzzle, jaws now lined with growing sharp fangs, and the smell of her own musky scent exited her as she flicked hair from her face, drooling helplessly. It was growing harder to focus; to concentrate; she needed to get to the phone to call for help, but the feeling as her ovaries sank down to fill the loose sack of her scrotum as they became her new testicles caused a loud moaning churr of intense pleasure to come from her muzzle as her new penis kept growing, throbbing and aching for release as it emerged from its sheath. Stretching out she arched her back as she turned to look at herself and saw her new male organ for the first time, at first not comprehending, and with a snap her spine popped into a new shape, and it almost felt good when her full firm breasts started to shrink, she could feel their weight diminish as they shrank and flattened, her nipples hard and sensitive. Oh God no, she thought, not that! I don't want a penis! I'm a woman, not a man!! This is impossible, what's happening to me?!? I have to get to a phone!
Angelica desperately struggled to hold onto her thoughts, slowly crawling forward as her joints clicked and snapped into new forms, muscles twitching and flowing as they altered shape pulling her shortening limbs into strange new configurations, but the horrible pain was becoming dulled by the throbbing need in her loins, the growing arousal becoming unbearable as her lust grew. Her tear streaked cheek fur glistened as she threw her head back, and arching her back she gave a long drawn out growling moan of pain and pleasure as her hip bones suddenly collapsed and slipped into their new forms, her waist narrowing as her hips shifted higher on her sides as her body narrowed, tail thickening. The shell like plates on her back were growing heavier, thicker, locking into place, keeping her on all fours as she finally reached the phone.
She tried to rear up, but found it almost impossible, so with one clumsy clawed hand/paw she reached up shakily to grasp the table edge hoping to pull herself up on her hind legs, but the heavy back plates prevented that. Balancing awkwardly upon her still changing legs; even as she began shrinking, she pawed at the phone with the other hand/paw, grunting from the effort of staying upright, giving a squeak of pain as her ears began to lengthen, and with a snap her tail underwent a sudden burst of growth and plates began to form on it. Oh God, it hurt! And her penis throbbed and ached, her lust horrible, her new balls swelling and pulsing with need.
With a frustrated squeal she fell back to all fours until the burst of pain had lessened, and turning her head froze in horror as she saw her reflection in a full length mirror on the back of the closet door. She stared in total shock and disbelief at the strange hideous creature looking back at her. Some parts were still recognizable as human; bright blue eyes stared out of a face with a blunt muzzle covered with armored plates up the center and leathery skin and bristly fur, and as she opened her mouth to scream she watched as a long tongue licked over well developed fangs. Her scream came out as a squealing grunt, her large cupped ears wriggling frantically. The rest of her body that she could see was covered with bands of thick pebbled armor, and her still partially human arms were covered with thick scaly reptilian looking hide, and her long blond hair gave her an almost comical look.
With hiss she reared up as high as she could; realizing she was only about four feet tall now, her claws clacking against the mirror, and looked down at herself in still growing horrified disbelief. Her breasts were much smaller now, little more than flattened pads with nipples, and her pussy was gone without a trace, in its place was a well filled ballsack, and a thin dark pink strangely shaped penis jutted from a short sheath. Her belly was covered with thick pebbled grayish hide and bristly fur, and no sign of her womanly hips remained, her hindquarters those of a quadruped, and a long armored tail dragged on the ground. She gave a shrill squeal of horror as she recognized what she was becoming. Oh my God NO, I'm turning into...an ARMADILLO! This, this is insane! She grunted as her penis suddenly surged and grew an inch spewing a dribble of pre...a MALE armadillo!
"NOOO, A-aaahhhh, Nuuuhhh, Pleaazzz, eck, eck, ah-ah-eck! Nuuhhhh!" She garbled, horrified to find she could barely talk, her utterances little more then beastial grunts and chitters.
With another squeal of horror she fell back to all fours and dragged herself towards the phone on twitching spasming limbs, she had to call for help! Get someone to come and help her, stop this horror! It never occurred to her how she could dial with her large clumsy claws, or ask for help since she could hardly be understood now, her sounds more animal grunts then human speech.
However, her first; and last, attempt at calling for help came to a sudden end when her aching penis slid along the wooden table leg as she tried to rear up, leaving a smear of precum as she tried to reach the phone, and the sudden intense pleasure caused her to knock it from the nightstand, the handset falling loose, dial tone audible. But as another burst of pleasure racked the changing woman she gave a squeal of pleasure as she ignored the phone, and with a moan of pleasure coming from her increasingly beastial muzzle she returned to all fours. Her hair by now was barely a few inches long; slowly becoming coarser and bristly, as she lowered her head, arching her hard shelled back to growl ferally; bones and joints popping, her mind dimming as her breasts flattened into her fur covered scaly chest, not even nipples remaining as they disappeared entirely, the soft globes of flesh replaced by tough scaly hide. He/she was now entirely male, a male animal, a very aroused male animal in full rut. Angelica sat down and started to rub his new phallus with one clawed paw like hand, gasping at the feeling of intense pleasure, more than he had ever thought possible even as his bracelets slipped from a far too small wrist, his now much longer tail whipping in arousal, grunting and moaning as he pleasured himself.
Shrinking rapidly now he tried to satisfy his new lusts as he masturbated desperately, licking his long prehensile tongue over his still changing face as his jaws pushed further out, his fangs growing more pronounced. With a guttural squeal he climaxed, thick gooey ropes of cum spurting from his strange and inhuman penis, the pleasure agonizing; and a pleasurable building warmth now increased the almost unrecognizable woman's lust as the change sped up, fueled by his sexual pleasure. The female moans of pleasure slowly devolved into feral growls and squeals as speech was robbed from him as his neck and head finished changing, his new vocal cords incapable of intelligible speech. With a snap his wrists became far less articulate as his hands finally finished becoming paws, which made it much harder for him to pleasure himself as Angelica felt his legs shrink and shorten, arms shrinking with them as his arms also became legs, his penis still rampant and throbbing. But with a frustrated grunt he managed to curl up and keep stroking and rubbing his aching erection, licking it with his long wet tongue, even as he realized the horrible mistake he was making; that each orgasm sped up the change and made him less human, but he was unable to stop. His eyes looked up through thinning blonde locks as he panted with need, squealing in pleasure as his penis throbbed and pulsed as another orgasm rolled over him, his fading human mind staring in despair at the telephone and the salvation it had once promised, but now far beyond reach.
The once human animal churred helplessly in terror and pleasure on the carpet as the last of his human features left him, and as his last human features; his eyes, changed to the dull brown eyes of a beast he felt his mind becoming more and more that of a simple animal as yet another wave of sexual ecstasy drowned more of his remaining human intelligence as his testicles emptied their seed in waves of inebriating ecstasy. When the last brutally intense orgasm faded he scrambled to his feet and looked around in a daze. Something was so wrong, but he didn't know what! She...he...wasn't supposed to be like this! But it was so hard to think! Confused, he tried to rear up, but quickly gave up. Why couldn't...she stand up?? He shook his head in frustration, chittering angrily. He heard a sound, and approached something lying on the ground that he vaguely recognized, and he got closer he heard, "...please hang up the receiver and or dial your number again..." With a growl he pawed at the thing, some part of him thinking it could help, but gave up after a minute, losing interest when the thing started making an irritating buzzing sound.
What was once was Angelica was now a very male, and very aroused, Armadillo. It licked the gooey mess of its own cum off of its tough scaly hide and shell encased body, part of it revolted by what it was doing, then looking around in confusion decided it didn't like the strange place in which it found itself. It was too open, too bright, but still familiar. Chittering worriedly it explored, but was unable to gain access to the outside it could see through a sliding glass door. It found some scattered clothing on the floor, and sniffed interestedly at the female scent, its lust increasing even more. At one point it paused when it saw its reflection in a mirror, and trembled as some almost forgotten memory tried to fight its way to surface, and it clawed at the mirror briefly as if trying to tear away its reflection to reveal something else, but soon lost interest and resumed exploring. That can't be me!, part of it thought in horror, I'm not...an...animal! It tried to satisfy its lust again, but was unable to do so, it needed a mate. Unable to escape he finally settled down under a nice low table to wait what would happen unconcernedly.
Angelica fought to hold onto the human part of her mind, but it was so hard, everything seemed new and strange, yet familiar at the same time, confusing her horribly.
Angelica's boyfriend arrived to pick her up about a half an hour later, and as he opened the door he gave a yell of surprise, and then amusement, as a large armadillo ran past him, across the road, and then disappeared into the brush. He called for Angelica, but there was no answer.
When the door opened Angelica woke up with a start, she had been dozing in a nice shady corner under a table where it felt safer, and caught unawares; suddenly exposed, she reacted instinctively. Part of her wanted to run to her boyfriend, try and explain what had happened to her, beg for help, but the instincts of the animal she had become were too strong and she dashed past the startled man, his loud yell scaring her even more, and ran as fast as she could for the perceived safety of some brush and trees she could dimly see ahead of her. NO! Part of her moaned, he can help me!! Stop! But chittering in fear he kept running to escape the large animal.
As the Armadillo reached the brush the necklace caught on a branch and the light gold chain snapped, but he never even noticed, and the cursed necklace fell to the ground on the jogging trail he had just crossed over. Having reached safety he quickly calmed down when he realized there was no pursuit. Turning, he moved to the border of the tall grass and brush and looked across the road trying to focus on the large blur of the house he had just left; his poor eyesight making it difficult, especially in the bright sunlight. He wanted to find someplace cooler and dimmer, but something kept him here, part of him knew this place. Once he started to cross the street again as his fading human memories took control momentarily, desperate to try and get help, but a car almost hit him and with a squeal he fled deeper into the brush. He stopped and tried to think of what to do, it was so HARD to think!! He couldn't focus on a thought for more than a minute before it drifted away. Hungry, he started rooting around for insects or edible plants. Slowly the sun set and it became cooler, the shadows lengthening.
Suddenly he lifted his head; scenting the air, and then quickly worked his way into a more isolated area of the overgrown creek as he followed the enticing scent, and soon found what he was seeking. The female armadillo was in estrus and was quite happy to be courted by such a large healthy male, and quickly presented herself for his services. He was a little unsure and part of him considered this very wrong, but his aching lust drowned any such protests, the female's lovely scent and his rampant need overwhelming any inhibitions.
As the male that had once been Angelica mounted the female Armadillo with a squeal of lust and began coupling with her he had a brief memory of having mated as something else once; and knew that this was horribly wrong, and blinked his eyes in confusion at the strangely pleasurable memories even as he lunged into his mate with squeals of pleasure, but they were washed away by ecstasy as he approached, and experienced, his first successful copulation as an animal; and unbeknown to him that incredible ecstasy made his/her horrible transformation permanent. Until now all he/she would have had to do was to wait a few hours after removing the cursed necklace before returning to her original form, but now it was far too late, the act of mating with an animal had made the transformation permanent.
Oblivious to his fate he mounted his mate again; squealing in pleasure, his body shuddering in ecstasy as he filled his mate with his seed. With every orgasm his human memory faded more and more; Angelica wailing in horror as her mind also became that of an animal, but he was helpless to stop, in full control of his rut and need to mate. He would sire many young over his long healthy life.
Patty stopped to tie her shoelaces; the stupid things had come untied again. As she bent over she caught a glimpse of something shiny in the grass. Picking it up she was surprised; but delighted, to see it was a real gold chain with a large ivory tooth or claw of some kind mounted in gold handing from it. But the chain was broken, so she'd have to get it fixed; or get a new one, before she could wear it. She had a date later that evening, and hopefully she'd be able to show off her new piece of expensive looking jewelry by then. She slipped it in her pocket and started jogging again, never noticing the two armadillos frenziedly mating a short distance away, the male's remaining faint human memories fading more with every burst of orgasmic pleasure as he slowly ejaculated his humanity away leaving only the mind of a simple animal.
The End
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