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[b][u][center]A Swampy Night

For RayoElgatubelo

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

“Okay…one more time…”

Altagracia took a deep breath, closing the moon calendar that she’d checked three times already. The sun was going down, so it was possible that she’d counted it wrong, or had gotten the exact time of day wrong, as well. There were endless ways that someone trying to remember what day it was and when the next full moon was coming around could fuck it up and think that they were on a different day than they were.

However, they usually hoped that they were right. She was hoping she was wrong.

Kicking a new stick on the fire, the much-tanned Spaniard winced as the motion pulled on the bite that beast had left on her shoulder. She rubbed the spot where the skin was torn and the leather armor had been pulled back, biting her lip and hoping against hope that it was just going to be another scar. If she could find the bastard that did it –

But if she was going to do that, she needed time, time that she might very well not have.

Taking a few deep breaths until the injured muscles stopped screaming at her, the brunette looked up from her firepit. The swamp all around her was already dim, darkening with the lack of any sunlight pouring through the branches overhead. The water, green-black during the day, had gone almost pitch-black once the sun stopped shining. A small dock at the edge of the water served as an anchor for her boat in this hellhole that the locals called Florida, and she could not wait to be gone from it.

[i]Can’t do that until I kill the monster, though.[/i]

That was her ticket out of her. One good kill, and she was back on the ships heading to Spain. Just one kill…she just needed time.

She opened the calendar again, starting with the day she’d arrived on these shores. That was well-marked, two weeks back. She spent two – no, three days – at the port, getting her bearings, finding out what she was needed for, seeing if there were any contacts that she could use.

The answer was not much and no. The locals only had need for hunters, not Redhoods like her, and the church was all but nonexistent down here. They hadn’t bothered setting up beyond the basic needs of getting the local savages dealt with, and they didn’t have any connections to what remained of her order back home. It left her at a loss, and that had led her to the swamps on day…day four, yes.

Four days gone, already. She stroked her finger across the page. Two hellish days in the swamps before she heard rumors of a monster in the everglades. Something to chase down, something that gave her purpose. Two days on his trail –

Then the fight. She tapped the marker in her calendar, a scaly creature that she’d drawn by hand after the fight. She’d chased him off, but that had been a hard-fought battle that hadn’t ended well for her. The injury still ached from time to time, and she knew that it was going to get worse. She’d seen him transform, and knew that he could do it again.

That had been six days ago. She stroked her finger down the calendar from there, counting down the days that had passed since as she combed the swamps. The full moon grew closer and closer until –

Tonight. It was tonight.

Altagracia stared at the bright white circle on the piece of paper, momentarily frozen before she whipped her hand back and threw the calendar over her shoulder. It landed in the water and sunk away, out of sight and out of mind.

“Fuck me…fuck me and…just fuck me…”

It was too late. She was going to transform tonight, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Was she going to become a mindless beast? Would she keep some sense of who she was? Which was worse?

First things first. If she was going to transform – and the calendar said the full moon was tonight, which meant she would – she needed to get out of her clothes before she ripped through them. Simple math. She didn’t have clothes to fit a monster, and…and maybe, she’d eventually change back. When the rush of monster-hood was over, she’d need something to wear, or she’d wander the swamps naked until someone found her and killed her.

She pulled off the rags of her leather top, putting it by the fire and following it with her leather skirt. The red hood that she wore over it had been all but ripped to shreds in the last fight, only the hood itself remaining. She laid that over everything else before undoing her belt, laying it and the silver sword that was part and parcel of her order on top of everything else.

She doubted that she’d be able to use it later, but at least she’d have it. That was something.

With just her underthings left, she debated leaving them on, but that was pointless. She was going to change, and the last thing she needed was constriction. She undid her bra and slid her panties off, and just in time.

The light of the moon shone through the trees and the wound in her shoulder immediately burned with all the fierceness of the fresh bite. She hissed, gripping it tightly, but even as she grabbed at it, she could feel the flesh turning, transforming from soft skin to harder, lumpier scales. Altagracia looked down, glaring between her fingers as she shook her head.

“Well…it’s time…”

Still gritting her teeth against the spreading discomfort of the new scales as they pushed up and through her skin – what she would not have given to have been bitten by something furred, at this point – Altagracia made her way to the small dock. Her boat looked tiny as she made her way closer to it, her feet squishing through mud before finding the wooden planks. Every step felt heavier than the last, and she groaned as she felt the splitting skin spreading along her arm and down her back.

It wasn’t painful, but it was weird, very strange and very ill-fitting with reality. She could feel the tension in her muscles, the heavy heft of them as she rolled her arms in a vain attempt to get rid of the soreness in her shoulders. It didn’t help, but she did feel the greater bulk in her limbs, that same heft and fullness running along her shoulders, down her back, and into her core and butt. She felt like she was firming up back there, too, and she groaned under her breath.

That many years working as a warrior, and she was getting some sort of horse-whore ass. Great. Lovely. Great way to end her career.

By the time she reached the end of the dock, scales that were mostly a deep green with a bit of brown and dull yellow stirred through them had started taking shape most of the way across her body. She could feel the stiffness around her middle, something that she’d never felt as a human, but the scales meant that she was more rigid, unable to twist and turn as much as she used to, and –

No, no, that was wrong. She wasn’t just stiffer in the middle, but more…more elongated. She hadn’t noticed it at first, bur her core was stretching, pushing up and going –

POP!

POP!

POP!

There went her spine, popping outwards and adding inches to her height. She loomed upward as she sat down on the edge of the dock, gripping the wooden planks for dear life. As she leaned forward, she could just make out her reflection in the water, and she looked like someone that the swamp had spit out.

“Well, fuck you, too,” she muttered, kicking her reflection.

Altagracia leaned forward, holding onto her self-control as much as possible as the discomfort and heat of her changing body rushed through her. The pops of her spine pushing her to grow and giving her a taller frame that matched her thicker muscles hadn’t stopped, and she knew that the popping was going down her back, running to the base of her spine. Something else was going to come free any second now, and that was going to be a mess. And uncomfortable, for that matter.

Growling deep in her throat and feeling her voice change, Altagracia tried to hold onto herself. The feeling of being banished her and the indignity of the announcement followed by the sheer rage that consumed her for the entirety of the trip across the Atlantic had felt like something that would follow her to the grave, but compared to the shifting sensations of her body turning into something so inhuman, it felt small. Too small. Too small by –

RIIP!

And there went her flesh at the base of her spine, ripping out and into a tail. She gasped as she slid forward, falling beneath the water. For a split-second, she had blood behind her, but the swamp-water washed it away, carrying the color down in the weak current of the swamp. Kicking against the sunken roots, she reached the dock, holding onto it as she stared back at the fire.

As she floated there, her body continued its changes. The strength running through her limbs made treading water easy, but it was more than that. As her back extended, adding more than a foot and a half to her new height, she could feel a different expansion, something centering around her chest. Even as her flesh gained a more pebbly texture, she could feel the heavy roundness in her breasts getting…heavier. And yet, lighter, at the same time, supported as it was by more muscle and the water.

[i]Lovely. I can float with them now.[/i]

Dealing with her breasts getting bigger, wider, and more and more determined to float over the water, she glared at the fire as she felt the pressure of the change grinding against her skull. She knew what was coming next, and it came with a sharp pressure on her ears. She almost screamed, managing to bite it off at the last second as her ears shriveled, for lack of a better term, pulling in towards her skull and slowly disappearing. Little by little they were sucked into her head, becoming ever smaller and more hole-like, focusing on the ear canal and nothing more.

As they shrunk in, a great pressure behind her teeth started forcing her face outward. From above, some unseen hand molded her growing snout down, flattening it out and keeping it growing forward rather than upward. Her nose was pulled along for the ride, and Altagracia moaned as what little remained of her beauty felt like it was being ripped away from her with each passing second.

Her fingers, gripping the edge of the dock, went knobbly and rough. Strong, yes, but without the delicate features that she had once had before taking up the sword and had managed to keep to some degree. The tips of her fingers were adorned with claws, rough and powerful enough to rip through the boards of the dock if she wasn’t careful.

The same sort of transformation was happening under the water, she could feel, the scales popping out along her soles and her toes getting adorned with the same sort of claws that touched her fingers. Was there something between her toes? Webbing, perhaps, that was spreading to make swimming easier? She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t sure that she could bear to look at herself anymore.

Finally, her face, her teeth, her new tongue were in position, and her tail was no longer stretching out from her spine. Her back ached, her chest hurt from just how large she had become, and she felt like some breeder that had been tossed to the swamps and had to hope for its mercy. A burning fire had been lit between her legs, but compared to the other things that she had to deal with, Altagracia didn’t feel the same hunger that she had heard might consume those taken by the beast.

With a grunt, she heaved herself up and out of the water. To her great surprise, she slid across the dock rather than coming to a stop, going a full five feet off the dock and onto the shore before friction caught up with her. The naked alligator looked back, shaking her head slowly as she dragged herself to her feet.

“Well…that’s something.”

Not much of something, but something, and it meant that this body was still fairly physically capable despite the new curves and the…very heavy breasts. She reached up to them, holding them up for a moment before letting them fall. They were [i]definitely[/i] bigger by more than a few sizes, and she groaned as she imagined trying to lug them around.

She walked back to the fire, more than slightly thankful for the heat that it offered. She didn’t know if she had become like the scaled creatures and lost her ability to move as well in the cold, but the warmth of the fire was still welcome. She extended one leg, then the other, letting the fire dry her scales and her feet, and fought the urge to move closer and straddle the flames. No matter how good it felt, she knew better than to trust that she was invulnerable, even if the horny, growly instincts in her new body were telling her that she was.

But…she did consider her strength in a different way. She looked at her hands, how much bigger they were, how she was at least the size of the male that had tried to rip her from the boat and death-roll her beneath the water. If she found him now…

She had heard rumors that the beasts could control those that changed them, but she didn’t know if they were true. If it was, she was doomed if she found him, but if it wasn’t true…if she could fight that…

[i]This body could take him.[/i]

She clenched her hands into large fists, feeling the sheer power coursing through her limbs in that moment. One blow could probably fell a tree if she put her back into it, and that was a tree. Imagine what her hands could do to living flesh.

That decided her. She looked at the silver weapon on her clothes, knowing that it would be useless to her. She wrapped the red hood around it, covering it so she wouldn’t hurt herself, and slowly gathered the rest of her clothes together into a bundle. Her belt went around that, pinning it to her back, and the sword was pinned between the bundle and the belt. It would have to do.

Altagracia turned herself around by the fire one more time, soaking in as much warmth as she could, before taking a running leap for the water. She landed just past her boat, and – having grabbed the rope as she made her jump – pulled it along behind her, barely keeping her eyes and nose above the surface.

The hunt was still on. She didn’t know if she’d kill the monster when she found him, or if…if her new instincts would drive her to do something more carnal, but regardless, she still had to find him first.

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

Summary: Altagracia, a Redhood that came to the wrong part of the swamp, tries to convince herself that she still has time to hunt. She does not.

Tags: F/solo, Transformation, Breast Growth, Human, Alligator, Determination, Nudity, General Annoyance,