Feline Transformation: Relief from Reality (erotic eBook teaser)
Rae is a regular husky and does regular things - so that's why he tries things out of the box, out of his comfort zone. Sometimes.
And, this time, he doesn't want to be a dog anthro anymore, oh no. Why be one thing when he can step into someone else's shoes - or paws? Taking a trip into transformation, he rubs himself while he transforms into a cat anthro, taking in all the differences that come between their species.
A little self-pleasure along the way too never hurt!
Author's note: this story contains consensual transformation and masturbation (male/solo pleasure) with an anthropomorphic dog and cat. All characters, as always, are over eighteen and clearly written as such.
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Feline Transformation
Relief from Reality
Rae bit his lip, sitting on his bed in nothing more than his boxer briefs, though the husky should not have concerned himself too much about his state of undress. Of course, the curtains were closed tightly against the outside world and a chilly winter night, the husky's black-furred tail tucked down, even with the natural curl trying to ping it back up again. It was not a natural position for Rae to hold his tail in, though the dog was more than a little anxious about what he was about to do.
"Really... I'm gonna...try?"
His lips quirked in a smile that disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Rae whined faintly, his tail trying to wag, though the dimness of his bedroom was not his focus as he took the small bottle in his paw. His white-furred fingers curled around it, claws rapping faintly on the glass, though he didn't need to be too careful with it. It was a single-use potion, after all, and he was going to take it all for twenty-four hours of change.
He wanted to say something funny like, "bottoms up," but he couldn't get them out and, in the end, just shrugged and tipped the potion down his throat, folding his black lips around the narrow neck of it. A drop of bubbling, clear potion fizzed on his lips as if it was trying to escape, but he swept his tongue quickly along his lower lip to make sure that every last drop was captured.
That was how it was supposed to be, after all, panting, whimpering, letting it all wash and roll through him, all so very deliciously. He grunted, something lurching in his stomach, though it was not that the potion wasn't sitting right in his stomach.
Rae groaned, the potion slipping from his fingers. He panted lightly, the husky's tail quivering, though he did not even dare wag it.
An escape...of a kind. It would ease through him, in time, allowing him to take on a new form and body, if only for a time, but it was right, yes, it was chosen.
And that was just why he leaned back on the bed, his head tipped back, lips parted slightly. His tongue fluttered back and forth very faintly with every breath, though remained caged by his pearly white teeth, the sharper canines that would, soon, become a little lighter and a little finer.
They would all be such in time, yes, though his flesh bubbled and rippled, leaving a strange pushing and pulling sensation rising from within him. His stomach churned and Rae sucked in a breath the best that he could, though it was still not enough to satisfy the clamping tightness of his lungs.
Yet such a change was not meant to come slowly, no, not at all, not as it snarled and snapped within him, as if the transformation itself was far more feral and wilder than anything Rae had ever experienced. He didn't know what to think, what to feel, not as he grunted, the pressure increasing as if he was being squeezed all over by invisible paws clamping down his arms, his legs, around his waist, his chest and more. His tail tried to lash but it was slimming down already, his black and white fur blending together into a light grey with darker stripes.
"Mmmmm..."
Although Rae really had no reason to blush, he was still hot around the face and down his neck. He was alone there and no one was going to come in and disturb him, allowing him to truly take in the peace of his transformation, licking his lips, even as his face crunched and crackled lightly across his jaw and cheekbones.
Apparently, he was not going to stay canine, he thought with a leap of his heart, letting his tongue flutter, becoming thinner, lighter, a little raspier. He ran it experimentally around the inside of his teeth, feeling it to be a little rougher than it had been before, though there were no anthros that stayed true to their earlier ancestry and heritage in its entirety.
So, a feline tongue would never be rough enough on an anthro to strip flesh from bone - not like their wild counterparts of years gone by. Rae growled faintly but, already, that very growl was growing lighter and lighter, as if it didn't quite sit right in his mouth anymore.
And that was okay. Especially as his crotch bubbled and changed, the skin and flesh there tugging taut, though he still had a small, neat tuck of a sheath. Daringly, Rae pulled down his underwear to his thighs, though only enough so that he could see what was between his legs, his cock emerging from his sheath in his arousal while his tail slicked all the way down into something more akin to the feline persuasion.
A house cat. Just a house cat. And yet he would be so much more than that too, becoming a silver tabby, the structure of his face shifting as his muzzle tickled and itched. He had a flatter face as a cat, with a shorter snout, though it didn't feel like that extra bone and flesh was really going anywhere, not leaving him, simply finding a new home on his face. His cheeks filled out softly, as if there was a permanent smile there, and longer whiskers grew, bright and white.
He had one paw on his growing, swelling cock, but the other trembled up to his face, allowing his fingers to brush those whiskers, surprised by just how sensitive the immediate feedback was from them. He could feel through them, though he had not used the shorter, stubbier ones on his canine snout as much as he felt that he could as a cat anthro instead.
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Thank you for reading! This 2000 word short story is a taste of my longer works and available to purchase worldwide via Smashwords and Commissio!
Smashwords:https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1422249
Commissio:https://commiss.io/listings/13zR
Thank you for reading!
If you enjoyed this story, please take a look at my website, where similar stories are listed by kink!
https://alismitsy.wordpress.com/
All new releases will be announced via my Twitter account!
@alismitsy
I am also available for custom stories, tailored to your preferred nuances and characters. Please e-mail the following address for further information.
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