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Roo Tail Transformation

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Victim POV (By Reese):

0-20%: Something seems a little off, perhaps a tinge of magic floating in the air. You should have taken that as a warning. Suddenly, a strong force hits you from the side, nearly knocking you off your feet. You struggle to maintain your balance and find your opponent. Who knows what strange sort of spell hit you? Right now you need to focus, even if your side which was struck is growing a beautiful coat of brown fur.

20-40%: You make a valiant effort to defeat your opponent, casting your own spells in response to theirs. Your attack is cut short when another strong blast hits you square in the face and you fall back hard. The effect slowly wanes as you come to your senses. You touch a hand to your nose, feeling for injuries or side effects. It feels strangely soft...and fluffy? That can't be right...can it? Your thoughts cloud up as you feel more of your face and find more brown and tan fur growing out of your skin. There's something so natural and welcome about this situation. But you need to get back up, quickly! Your opponent is surely preparing another attack, and you can't afford to be distracted. You'll deal with this fur growth later.

40-60%: Slowly, you stand, steadying yourself for another round. You wait for their move, hoping for a chance to counterattack. When the magic blast is inevitably fired in your direction, something in you halts your movement. What's wrong with letting it hit you? You come to your senses too late. The blast hits you in the abdomen, knocking the wind out of you as you collapse to your knees. Your skin is itching horribly underneath your clothes. In desperation, you tear your shirt off, alleviating the irritation. By doing so, you've exposed another growing patch of tan fur. You can feel your opponent's grin and staring eyes as you rip away more of your vestments, discovering that the once small spots of fur you'd noticed earlier had since spread across your body. But it feels so good when you cautiously run a hand through the fine hairs. You could get used to this. It's so hard not to keep petting and grooming your new fur.

60-80%: Clearly, you didn't learn your lesson about paying attention. The mage responsible for your fluffy body approaches you and cups your chin in one hand. Magic seeps into you through their fingers, covering your final bare patches of skin with the brown and tan fur. Yet, the changes aren't done. You're so focused on your lovely fur, you don't notice your legs slowly coming together and fusing, feet, ankles and calves merging into one mass. Even your thighs and groin are smoothed into the sleek, tapering shape of your lower half. Lacking any kind of familiar joint structure, you nearly fall, only held up by the hand around your jaw. This startles you back into reality and fear. Where have your legs gone? You have to fight it! You focus all of your magic into reversing the changes. The faint appearance of separate limbs begins to form again, but then another hand ruffles the fur on your chest, sending a shiver of warmth through you. Your mind begins to crumble, leaving you panting like a dog, vulnerable to the mage's spell once more. Any progress you made at undoing this strange transformation is wiped away in an instant. Even your arms begin to sink into your torso, causing you some sadness when your hands vanish into your sides, leaving you unable to stroke your soft fur. The mage's hand brings you comfort, however. You trust this strange individual... right?

80-99%: Succumbing to the pleasure of having your fur ruffled, you are helpless against the last changes. Your facial features are wiped away, leaving you without sight, smell, taste, even sound. Such a void of a world, stripped of most sensations, would probably be terrifying in most situations. To you, it feels natural. It's what you're meant to be. The last of your once humanoid shape is smoothed into your proper form, a perfect tail. You feel your attacker's hands lift you and move you, exchanging grips to reposition your body. Then, you're forced into a mass of flesh and bone. Almost instinctively, you connect with this new entity. Your skin fuses with it, your fur blending beautifully. The body's bones and nerves twist to meet yours. A steady thump of flowing blood merges your arteries and veins. Wait! Are you really going to let this happen? Will you really let your life disappear like this? Your rebellious thoughts cause you to thrash and twist, struggling to free yourself. You have enough weight to pull and shove the mage's body, and you hope there's some magic left in you to break the connection. Just when you think you've mustered up enough power to free yourself, two hands grip at your base and hold you tight. Your thrashing is useless, the fingers clinging onto your flesh, preventing you from moving. Your twitching becomes weaker, your energy slipping away. But you must... break free... must... must you? It... it can't be that bad to be a tail... one way or another, you could use some rest... just a little rest...

100%: With one last twitch of your sleek body, your dwindling thoughts of escape drift away. The mage finishes the spell, draining you of power and intelligence and securing the connection. Any sense of independence is gone. Instead, you are merely a part contributing to a greater whole. Your every move is dictated by the mind you're now connected to. Tails don't have thoughts, after all. They just do what they're told to do. When you're commanded to wag, you wag. When you're commanded to stay still, you do so. It feels good to serve this body. Cold hands grab your sensitive skin and curve you around a torso, wrapping your curled form in a tight embrace. Fingers calmly ruffle your sleek brown and tan fur. Every stroke and pet is a rush of pleasure, leaving you yearning for more. Tails don't beg, though. When you're released and fall back into a natural curve, you obey, perhaps with a small twitch here or there just to amuse yourself. Every step your new body takes, you sway behind it, ensuring your presence is known with your weight shifting from side to side. Its mind is so happy, making you wag frantically with force, stirring up dust on the floor. You would do anything to please this body, even if that meant being connected to it forever... especially if it meant being connected to it forever.

Transformer POV (By Zim):

0-20%: Well, that one should do. They should be easier than those kitsune. You think to yourself as you spot one of the many mages wandering through the town. You waste no time in launching your attack, scoring a direct hit to their side and grin as it nearly sends the unaware target flying off their feet. Maybe they should have used this spell before, it would not be so easy to knock them off-balance then! Either way, you smirk as you see the beautiful coat of brown fur start growing in on the teetering mage.

20-40%: You can't help but laugh as your victim tries to fight you, it's just pathetic to see them launching such a haphazard volley your way. Perhaps it is better that you reduce this weak mage to a much stronger, more useful tail. You launch your own attack at them and score another direct hit, straight to their face. You're going to make sure they know their new position without any doubts, inside and out. Your victim is launched backwards onto the ground and you observe as fur has spread to completely cover their face, covering their nose, mouth, cheeks, every part of their face is covered with that thick brown fur. They're reaching up and feeling over the fur growing out of their skin and almost seem to enjoy it before they snap out and start to get back up to their feet. Well, at least they can still stand, there might be some hope that this mage will turn into the strong tail you desire after all.

40-60%: Your victim slowly stands to their feet again, watching you carefully. Oh? Have they grown a backbone? Oh right, you are going to be turning them into basically an extension of your spine, so it kind of makes sense. You see them pause for just a moment, their face going somewhat blank of expression and that's when you know that the mental effects of your previous spell have settled in. They start moving again just a moment later, but you cast your spell anyways, and they pause again when they see it coming. Your victim doesn't even try to dodge out of the way as the spell connects with their abdomen, knocking the air out of their lungs and sending them collapsing to their knees. Excellent, right where you want them. You grin and watch their transition eagerly as they start to scratch themselves all over their chest before they nearly rip their shirt off. You can see, clear as day, the fur growing all over their chest in tan and brown coloring. The shirt is soon followed by their pants and the rest of their clothes as they are left naked and on their knees there, covered in thick, soft fur. They brush their hand over the fur and stop a moment before starting to stroke their fingers over the fur again and again, as if they can't stop themselves. Good.

60-80%: Transfixed by the petting they were giving themselves, they don't even notice you approach. You stand above them, looking down at their kneeling form before you reach down and cup their chin in your hand. They look up at you finally, their face almost entirely consumed by the fur. You think you see a flash of almost a begging expression but then it's gone as they just stroke over their fur some more. Meanwhile you're feeding magical energy through your palm and into their changing body. Their legs are your next target. The feet, calves, knees, thighs, everything is fusing together into a long, tapered mass covered in that brown and tan fur. They start to tumble over, only held up by your hand on their chin and suddenly become fearful of the change. They try their best to fight the transformation and you can see the faint crease of separate limbs forming again where their legs were, but you can't allow that. Luckily, it's as easy as reaching down your other hand to stroke that fur on their chest and they shiver in joy, panting like an especially fuzzy dog before you. You nod with satisfaction as that crease disappears and even their arms begin to sink into their torso. This time, however, they look back up at you with almost a fervent trust and adoration. It's adorable. But you're going to end this soon.

80-99%: There's no resistance anymore as you feed more of your magic into the elongated, barely-human length of fur and flesh this time. Their facial features are wiped away and for an instant, there's a shudder through the entire length of your new tail. The last evidence they were ever human is quickly being wiped away, the last bits of skin covered with fur, the lumps of limbs smoothing over into one long mass of tail. You move them to your back, lowering your pants and raising your shirt to push the area their face had been into your spine. You can feel them fusing to you with an eager energy. They connect to your spine, to your veins, to your body. You can even sense their mind slightly. It's just a jumble of thoughts wanting this, but also a bit of fear which quickly grows as the connection is nearly finished. They begin to muster their strength and the last of their willpower to wriggle and squirm before pushing you away. You stumble forward but strengthen your grip on them and keep them there. There's so little left in them now, so little resistance to you. It seems they may have used up just about everything they had left in that one shove. Through the fuzzy connection to them, you can see their mind trying to resist but they just can't. They are struggling to find a reason to break free, but they just want to rest. Yes, just rest now. Rest and be useful. Rest and belong. You push these thoughts through the bond and can feel their mind latching onto them. Just a tiny bit more now and you'll have a wonderful new tail.

100%: A final twitch of that sleek body is all that signals the finished connection of your new tail to you. You feel a small surge of power as the last remaining vestiges of your victim's magic flows into you. You can sense more clearly now the scattered thoughts that remain to this tail you've created. They feel good being there, attached to you, a part of a greater whole. You reach behind and pull the massive tail around, giving it a happy squeeze and stroking through the fur slowly. In that drifting bundle of thoughts and feelings, you can feel the tail is so very happy, feeling so much pleasure with every small stroke and yearning for more. But that is it, they don't beg. Tails don't do that. Tails obey. Tails wag when they're ordered to. Tails stay still when their body requires it. As you release the tail, it goes naturally back behind you, giving a little twitchy wag as it rests on the ground. You sense one last strong thought that almost wraps around all of the others. It would do anything to please its body, even if that meant being connected to it forever... Especially if it meant being connected to it forever... At last, you lean back on your tail, sighing in contentment as you give your legs and feet a break after that fight, it's good to have such a useful tail.

Discovery Message

You're wandering through the park when you spy a pair of kitsunes running out of the trees, seemingly towards you. You quickly duck for cover, knowing their tendency for mischief and mayhem but keep an eye from your hiding place. You see them play some manner of game, it almost looks like they're trying to knock each other over for some reason but it isn't going very far as they keep using their many tails to push themselves back up, albeit with some difficulty as their tails aren't the strongest. An idea forms in your mind though of a nice, strong tail to keep you balanced and to rest on when your feet are tired. Perhaps one fashioned after the kangaroo? They're known for the strength of their tails. Yes, this would work. You make a note but now you need to find a victim to turn into your new tail and you're certainly not going to try taking on one of these kitsune. You wander off to find an easier target.

Description of Form (What the victim has described for what they are)

You are a long, strong kangaroo tail. Your length is covered in thick, soft brown and tan fur and you twitch excitedly whenever you get even the slightest brush as it fills you with immense joy and pleasure and despite your body's desires, you can't help but push yourself into them. You are happy to be connected to your body, doing as it says. You wag when your body is happy, you stay still when you need to. You provide a bit of respite when your body leans back on you. You are happy to serve and hope you stay connected to your body forever.

Description of Item (What everyone else sees described for the form)

This is the strong, long tail of a kangaroo. It gives small twitches here and there but otherwise faithfully follows the desires of its body. This tail is long enough to drag on the floor when its body walks and is covered in a thick, soft fur in brown and tan colors. It gives slight tremors and twitches of pleasure when that fur is brushed and even seems to push into the brushing and petting. It serves happily in its capacity as a tail, connected to its body forever.

Spell Description

This spell turns your target into what is probably the strongest tail known: That of a kangaroo. It would be so nice to just lean back, relax and keep yourself balanced with the tail, so might as well utilize this handy spell to make one!