FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The camera began recording, set up on a small stand on a pile of books. It rested just high enough to catch a set of cushions lying on the floor, a piece of paper with notes nestled among them. A set of legs soon came into frame, white fur and occasional purple scales darting across the screen. A thick tail trailed behind them, a thick purple tail trailing behind them and nearly knocking the camera over.

"Ah, no, gotta keep that upright- oh, did I start recording already? Eh, whatever, I'll just edit this out."

Xena sighed, her workspace still a mess. The dragon-jakkai was a skilled videographer, but the actual setup was always a pain. She bent down to stabilize the camera, careful not to smear or fog up the lens. Arranging her cushions, and making sure her talking points were easily readable but entirely outside the frame. Finally she settled fully into frame, her chest, arms and shoulders the primary focus of the shot.

She closed her eyes, shaking her head a little. Every movement made her ears flap, each rivaling her face in size. Her purple hair sailed behind her, framing her horns. After a moment she smiled, looking into the camera as she began her proper intro.

"Alright! Welcome to my new review of a witch's hat, sent in by a friend. The owner of a place called 'Braixen's Bookstore', named after herself." She shuffled a little in place, icy claws tapping against each other. "Now, let's show off the goods!"

Reaching offscreen, the camera briefly focused on her breasts under her clothes before she returned, a dark purple hat with a wide brim in one hand. "It's pretty well made, strong stitching, very fashionable..." she noted, turning it over to show off all angles of the pointed hat. "...and, of course, being from a witch means it's gotta have some sort of great curse on it!"

With a small pose, she soon set the hat onto her head, horns pressing against the sides of the cone as she adjusted the position. It was pushed upward a little by her ears, and she found herself having to let her hair down to make it fit properly. She smirked softly as she looked over herself in a mirror set up to her side, out of the camera's view.

"Hmm... looks good on me, I must say! Now, just what will the curse do?"

It didn't take long for an odd tingling to start to overtake her skin, a pleasant warmth that contrasted her usual icy body. She watched her arms, holding them out in front of her, wiggling her fingers as she waited to see what would happen. Finally, she saw part of the skin start to shift colour, going from white to green, the plates on her forearms shrinking away to leave the surface smooth and uniform.

"Oh, this is exciting-" she tried to say, only to recoil as a weird taste entered her mouth. She coughed and sputtered for a moment, small pieces of cotton and polyfill falling from her mouth. She looked down in surprise and confusion, the taste still lingering in her mouth even as it grew more bearable. She started to speak again, but already it was hard to understand, her mouth, lungs, and vocal chords all painlessly starting to fade into homogenous polyfill.

Her tail waved behind her, the thick hair on the tip falling and fading away, its movements stiffening. She tried to turn to see it, but found herself getting oddly tangled in her shirt, watching as her body slowly began to get more caught in it. It was only when she saw her breasts were effectively flattened, more soft green fabric overtaking them, that she realized she was not only turning into a doll, but also shrinking.

Thinking quickly, she reached up to attempt to take the cursed hat off, but her hands couldn't get a grip; her paws were simplifying, both hands and feet shifting. Her fingers shrank away, her pawpads smoothed out to become just more soft fabric, small stitched seams forming along her palms and soles. As she wiggled her arms, feeling them shrinking disproportionately to the rest of her, she was left powerless to resist the changes.

With that option gone, her next idea was to try to stand up, to lean over and make the hat fall; she could feel her horns and ears shrinking away, and guessed that she could make the hat simply come loose with gravity. As she tried, however, her legs were stiff and soft; the fabric spread had already converted her muscles, and she could do nothing more than wiggle in place, mouth forcing itself shut as her lips became a simple, stitched on smile.

Her attempts at kicking did, at least, help show her just how much smaller she was. Already only barely higher than a meter, she'd managed to lose half a foot of height, her shorts loosely lying on the floor and shirt starting to simply pool around her waist. By now anything naughty on her chest had already been smoothed out by the soft fabric of the toy she was becoming, but she still couldn't help but blush as the camera recorded every moment, not helped by how the sensation of her changes was becoming increasingly pleasurable.

Her body continued to shrink, her face only barely still on camera. The icy scales on her cheeks melded together into pale spots, matching her chest and belly, a light tan in contrast to the soft green. What remained of her ears shrank further, small points full of stuff atop her head, hair slowly vanishing into her.

She tried to move somehow, in any way. She was able to wiggle around a little with what was left of her limbs, and her eyes still turned toward the camera, but she struggled to do anything more, and soon found her sight covered by her own top. Xena's arms and legs reduced themselves to tiny stumps, and soon she was nothing more than a substitute doll, a decoy for battling Pokémon. As if to taunt her, it was only now that the hat fell off, the tip gently overturning the camera as her body fell forward.

Xena's eyes forced themselves shut for the final change, although she was still able to sense the world around her... at least, she could if not for the piles of other fabric she was buried within. The camera dutifully kept recording, even as it simply pointed to her ceiling, the fan still and the lights dim.

Eventually, Xena heard and felt the careful footfalls of someone approaching. "Xena? Where did you go? I- oh." The plush recognized that voice, and likewise recognized the black-furred paws taking her out of her discarded outfit, the jacket and skirt the figure wore, her pointed muzzle and dark red hair. Rose had stumbled across her, and sighed as she looked back down to the hat and back up towards the doll.

"Another review?" Xena couldn't speak, but she could tell she didn't need to. Rose pulled her close to her chest, one arm holding her while the other reached for the camera, taking it and pointing it at the plus toy. "Well, as you can see, she's turned herself into a small little plush."

If Xena could blush, she would, as her friend set the camera back down, a smile on her face as she turned the plush around, showing off the high quality stitches, the small bumps on the back, even a gentle scratch to show her durability. After a few minutes of the showcase, she set Xena back down, before giving a sign-off.

"Well, this is Rose, filling in for Xena. Hope you enjoyed seeing the latest curse!"

With that, she reached out, stopping the recording. Off camera, she looked back at the toy, still silently sitting there.

"I hope you don't mind staying like this for the night, you're cute as a toy. Plus, I'm probably gonna need some help to turn you back..."

Scooping Xena up once more, Rose began to work on cleaning up the set. Xena couldn't help but shudder internally, the soft, immobile form surprisingly pleasurable; she didn't mind that she'd need to wait to undo it, and already was considering seeing what else that Braixen had for sale.