Changed Forever 1
#1 of Changed Forever
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Changed Forever 1
My name is Lily s.(skunk) Foster, it wasn't always but that was a long time ago. I was born a boy, had a normal childhood yet something's happen that are beyond are control. Maybe its fate, or some other bullshit I don't know and truthfully I don't care. Ever since I was fifteen I've been a girl no one knows the truth and no one ever can. If I revile her secrets shill kill me with only a word. To think I never believed in magic, this is a world of science, we have cars, planes, and skyscrapers... magic's just some old story to explain what a rock head could not understand. Wrong, point blank wrong, excreta, excreta.
You think I'm crazy, good. That means I'm safe, you reading this little note book of mine what fools you all are. The things I've seen her do. She leaves me alone now that witch, sorceress what ever she wants to be called right now. Not that first two years, I was hers, her toy, play thing, maid. I did it all cooked cleaned tended her garden, for a furson with supernatural powers she really like watching me work. Said it was not worth her time and skill to water plants and dust that's why she had me after all. She eventually tired of me, done every sexual act she could think up. I was used up and ready to be replaced with her next toy. I had never really expected to be free to go, she just tossed me out wiped out some off my memories and left me to the wood's mercy.
Bitch even took the maid outfit she had made me wear everyday for all them years. Left me cold, naked, and to top it off with out an idea who or what I was. My name is only Lily because that's were they found me passed out in a field of flowers. I'm getting ahead of myself I'm sorry. Let me take you back to how it started back when I was fifteen and pissed standing up.
"Jonathon, the bus for camp will be leaving soon, baby get a move on."
"Be down in a sec, just tying my shoes."
I was the youngest of three, the baby. I hate being the baby. You get no respect from anyone. Privacy, forget about it. Worse still I craved to be alone, it could be that I just was smothered so dame much as a kid I just... I don't know, wanted a moment alone can you understand. Camp was that for me, four weeks of leave me the hell alone time, just me the wind and the woods. This would be my last year at camp, I would be to old next year I would miss it.
Being one of the oldest in the camp felt great, for once no one looked at me as the baby. I was Jon cabin lead. Three weeks peace and quit, no problems the normal camp activities and then more peace. Funny I had thought about skipping out on the nature hike. Thinking back if I had I would be a completely different furson right now. Maybe I would have a real job instead of staring in porn flicks. Guess I left that out earlier sorry.
That day the wind was calm, the sun burned down on us like napalm was rubbed in are fur. The hike was supposed to last about and hour and a half, six miles round trip no biggie. We split into groups of five, three greens and the other two "experienced" campers just incase. I should have taken that fucking map. Never let a guy you don't know give you directions! It's asking for trouble. And that's what I did, remember I just wanted peace and quit let this guy lead us around no worries, right? Four hours in were lost, the greens are panicking and I've lost my happy place, in my head little me's are telling me what I should have done in a never ending nag fest. Luckily it was still well in midday so it getting dark was not a concern, at that moment anyway. So we contend on with Sam's "good sense of direction" three hours later my feet hurt and I'm a little pissed at the guy, turns out the map was up side down, did I say a little pissed at the guy...at this point I was considering only coming back with the new guys.
There we are five guys standing in at a "Y" in the path one according to the map would lead back to camp, the other Tim buck fuck who cares. Sadly I was out voted we went left (onward to Timbukfucktu) I should have split form them and sent someone after them but no I'm not that kind of girl, well guy then. On and on we walked, the woods getting deeper and darker as we moved on. As the sun began to fade from what little sky we could still see. I made the suggestion we make camp and then back track to the other path come morning, no one would admit they were wrong. We had just been walking on this path long enough for the whole day to pass, but who was really cared anyway. They kept moving and didn't stop until I couldn't make out there outlines agents the night's shadows. Panic stricken the four of them moved faster and faster completely ignoring me who just kept on at the same pace I figured hell ill catch up to the twits when they tier themselves out. Then they will listen to me and will be out of here come morning.
When morning finally did come they were gone, I looked into it after the witch let me go. Turns out they were found, week later down by this logging camp fifty some odd miles from were the camp was. Ill give them this, when they pick a direction they stick too it. Funny the same report said I was missing and presumed dead, well in truth Jonathon is dead, and I'm Lily I like being Lily. I like being who ever I want to be I've learned one thing in life, masking who you are is a waste of time and makes you feel like shit. Constantly faking it just to be what others want is the stupidest load that has ever been thought, be you, chose who you want to be, and be that.
Anyhow, there I was alone deep in the woods no map, no compass or any other survival gear that I should have thought to bring, "just incase". I walked for hours taking any path that lead off to the right. Which I was figuring had to be the direction camp was, since the path we taken to get out in Timbuktu was to the left. Sometime around noon I saw a light out in the distance and ran for it. I really didn't care who it was, were it was or for that mater if it was furen made. I just wanted to be out of the dame woods. To my surprise there was a small house just sitting in a clearing, a long snaking road leading up to it form the rear. It looked old but was well kept, and surprisingly clean. The old wooden siding was stained a lovely chary red, the shutters on windows both first and second floor were trimmed in white. Three steps lead up to the front door and as I began to climb I felt the strangest breeze. The chill ran down my spine like ice and the world spun.
I awoke undressed inside the house, in a warm bed a woman was mixing something across the room on a small burner. Strange rabbit, green fur black paws and head fur, I could tell form behind her chest must also be black since so was the underside of her tail. That black and hunter green tail twitched as I thought about it, the women spun on the spot.
"Well you're awake. You will do well not to think of me like that again."
I was very confused, and still tired from walking nearly a whole day and a half.
"Confused, well I should say you should be. I must admit it's not often someone finds there way here. I keep my home hidden well don't I Jonathon."
"How do you know my name?"
"Magic."
"What, lady that's not funny I've been wondering around the woods for at least a day. Tell me you have a phone."
"No, no phone. Even if I did you would never use it, you'll be to busy."
"What the hell are you taking about? Busy with what?"
"Chores mostly, I need a new boy around here last one got boring."
I sat there thinking great of all the furson's on the planet I had to blackout in front of the crazy's house.
"Crazy. Really now, that's no way to behave young man. Up."
I remember that moment the ice hands ran through me lifting me out of the bed onto my feet, I stood naked my black and white fur still full with a number of sticks and twigs.
"See magic, I'm a sorceress. Theses woods are mine, anything within them obeys me. You can't escape from here unless I allow it, and ill always have an eye on you."
"What the fuck is wrong with you...~struggle agents invisible icy hands~ let me go!"
"Act like a man boy, your strong and brave that's why I lead you hear and not that crying mess of sissy that you were traveling with."
"You're fucked in the head! There is no such thing as magic you hypnotized me or some shit ill get loss and..."
"Silence! Fine want to cry like a little girl, a little girl you shell be."
Ill never forget that cold, I shivered as my bones creaked and shifted, first my hips widened then my muzzle softened, I felt the weight grow as my breast swelled painfully stretching my skin. I let out a grown of pain watched as my breath rose in a fog. This ice was inside me changing me, definition I had in my arms faded away as the became smooth and sleek, I watched in shock as my sheath pulled down and inward followed by the rest of my male bits. Folding and reshaping until I was smooth as a new born girl. The spell shattered and I fell to the floor my paws ran across my body in shock I could not speak or think. Horror, terror none of the words fit that felling of fear and helplessness.
"There, you more attractive like that anyway."
"Pleas change me back! I believe you...please, please..."
The sting of her palm, the pain from that kick it's like just yesterday, that day Jonathon died and her slave was born. She couldn't change me back what's done is done enjoy your cunt girl, after you scrub theses floors. That was my life day after day. Night however was a whole other game, she started off slow making me lick her before bed, but soon that was boring her. O how I hate what she did next, pricings, she decided id look more submissive if I was priced.
She started with my nipples. They were given small gold rings, being they were easy targets as she said, then she worked her way around my ears with six ruby studs on each, another gold ring on my navel. Then the three that sill makes the girls shiver and the boys drool. One on each of my lower lips and one more that still hurts some times a little golden ring with a red stone through my new clit itself. I had screamed for hours afterward, I shook for days. After that she was lenient until my shaking stoped. After however the work load became worse, having to make up for missing the days befor.
She spent so much time just reading and scrabbling notes it was all she ever did. I got the nerve to ask just once what was the point of it all, what was she doing out here. The answer she gave was simple, I'm studying in the most peaceful place I could find, with everyday I become stronger. Then ill do whatever, keeping my low profile living however I see fit, don't worry my girl you will bore me someday and you'll return to that world out there, you're a project in the works when you leave you will be a sex symbol to whoever lays eyes on you. You shell know every possible trick and position I still have a lot more fun for you, and a few more alterations to go. That tongue of yours, I think ill fork it. I screamed as the icy hands open my maw and held me still my eyes followed the blade she lifted from the chair she had been sitting in. blood, pain, and ice. The wound closed as the spell relaxed me. After which I had to relearn how to talk.
Again and again she played her game with me using male animals when she just wanted a show. She taught me to dance to touch and fell, finally two years latter she cast her last spell on me and I woke up in the woods the house was gone, the sun was high I still had my pricings and a gold chain with red eye hang neatly between by breast, I want to be rid of the thing but still I wear it. Its her eye she is watching me even now I know it. And she loves what I have become.
Lost in the woods again this time naked alone disorientated and with no idea who I was. I wondered about for three days before clasping in a small filed. A couple having a picnic happened across me unconscious and nearly dead.
Weeks and months past I regained most of my memory, but I could not tell them the truth, who would believe me. I bounced in and out of foster homes, at first I was simply Jane s. Doe no name girl. A year of that and I was eighteen. The system dropped me, all I had were my looks and assorted skills of the flesh. So I stated small. Posed for some photos, then I got a centerfold deal a week later, form there I hit the screen and never looked back. I like this life I have it fells so good. I'm that gothic porn star, the skunk with the forked tongue and of course my eye pendent never comes off.
Edit notes: editing something I never seem to do enough of I think this new method is the best I've used to date really cleaned this up fixed numerous spelling and grammar issues, and so...so many typos...