Collared and Changed (Snapshot story)
This is a long overdue story that I was commissioned to write on FA. Sorry for the long wait, will be getting back to writing more often now that I have a computer that works.
Collared and Changed
By
Draconicon
There were certain things that were basically guaranteed to be boring, and balls were one of them for some people. Dancing, small talk, mingling with people that were rich or at least well off and doing nothing more than flattering each other for other ends; such things just weren't interesting to Sigma. The glinting chandeliers, fancy champagnes and richly dressed furs both on and off the dance floor were impressive looking, to be sure, but they were boring to the cheetah. King cheetah, if anyone had asked, but the irony of his real species name seemed to go right over most people's heads. In most balls like this, his shirtless attire would have gotten quite a few stares, but in this more casual setting, he was far from the only one that went shirtless. After all, fur kept him way too warm in shirts, and without them, he was both more comfortable and - at least in his mind - more presentable.
Sometimes, maybe too presentable to the kinds of people he didn't like.
After refusing the fourth invitation to dance so far, Sigma turned his attention away from the dance floor, looking for something to occupy his attention for the evening. There was very little to choose from, though. Most people that looked even the least bit interesting were surrounded by crowds of people, crowds that didn't look like they'd be moving anytime soon. The doors further into the grand home the ball was hosted in were guarded by security, and though he was curious, Sigma didn't think he was curious enough to mess with the bears guarding the doors.
"Well, might as well get myself something to drink," Sigma said after gazing around the room for a few minutes. He walked over to one of the tables laid out near the sides of the dance floor, grabbing one of the champagne glasses with a little wince. They seemed so...overdone. Even though the people here were rich, the pyramid of champagne glasses - each one filled as much as possible - seemed overdone.
As he was about to walk back to an isolated corner, however, a little sparkle from the table caught his eyes. He turned to examine it, and immediately blinked in surprise.
Lying directly behind the glimmering glasses of champagne was a collar. It wasn't a simple one, either; rather than merely have a nametag on the front, it had a high quality little bell. Sigma wasn't quite sure what it was made of, but he would have bet good money on it being something different from the stuff one could find in pet stores and adult shops. Light that made it around the glasses seemed to bounce off of the bell a little more than usual, and the feline found himself reaching for the collar before he realized it.
For a moment, he considered leaving it right where it was. After all, he hadn't brought it to the ball, and he wouldn't have liked it if someone else had grabbed something of his. However, the people hosting the party didn't seem worried; he could see them on the dance floor, and neither one seemed the least bit concerned about lost property.
Sigma gave into his fascination and grabbed the collar. The bell jingled as he picked it up, and almost against his will he giggled. "This is so cute!" he whispered, holding it close to get a better look at it. The whole thing seemed so well made, better than most leather collars that he had found before, and it was even a nice color, matching his fur almost perfectly. It was like it was made for him.
He decided he'd keep it.
The cheetah smiled as he undid the fastening of the collar quickly and - after a surreptitious glance around the room to make sure no one was looking - slid it on. His fur was pressed down a little bit by the collar, but there was still plenty of room for it. Sigma grinned as he fastened it at the back, stroking his fingers along the sides before reaching the bell again. "Wow...it's like someone made this thing just for me," he said, amazed at how well measured it seemed to be. Even the tinkling of the bell on the collar was just perfect, the pitch and tone of it ringing pleasantly in his ears.
Strangely, it continued making a gentle jingling sound even when the bell was still. Afraid of getting found out, Sigma grabbed hold of the bell on the collar in hopes of silencing it. Rather than going quiet, however, the ringing of the little bell slowly got louder and louder. Within a minute the dance floor was silent and everyone was looking at him. Among them was the person who had invited everyone to the ball, a tabby male that was grinning from ear to ear.
He held out his hand to the cheetah. "Ah, I can see that one of the guests found one of the little treasures I left around the mansion. Come here, sir; you'll want a little privacy, I think," the master of the house said. Completely confused, Sigma followed the suggestion and hurried across the room, his hand still wrapped around the bell of the collar.
Mansion security stood with the master of the party and they led him away from the ballroom. As they walked off, Sigma noticed that the bell had finally fallen silent. However, things weren't done yet; the bell was starting to glow with a bright purple light, and he was starting to freak out a little bit. "What's going on here?" he asked, looking up at the tabby again.
"You'll see. I know I mentioned privacy a little bit ago, but I think that I want to see the show that's about to happen." The feline pointed to one of the nearby doors. "This room should do. Please escort Mr. Sigma inside, please." Two security guards - canines both - grabbed the cheetah by the arms and tugged him inside. By now, he was so confused that he didn't even think about resisting.
The tabby closed the door behind him, a quick twist of a key enough to seal them into the room and everyone else out. "Don't worry, I don't want to share this show." Sigma must have looked very confused, because the tabby continued. "I left little things around the mansion for the people that were going to get bored. You found one of them, and I am going to wager that you're not going to be bored for much longer."
Sigma guessed that he was right about that; the purple light from the collar had flashed one more time before disappearing, sort of like how the bell ringing had disappeared before the light came out. That had to mean something else was about to happen.
His host started chuckling, which only made Sigma feel worse. Despite himself, he crossed his arms over his bare chest, uncomfortable with the stares directed his way from the security detail and the mansion's master. "Seriously, what's going on? What's the collar going to do to me?"
"Let's just say that you're going to regret going shirtless, Mr. Sigma."
Regret going shirtless? What in the world did that mean, Sigma wondered. He looked down at his chest, hoping and praying that he'd find some sort of clue.
Instead, he found something that he'd never expected. His chest was starting to grow...it was slow, and it was definitely hard to notice, but curves that hadn't been there this morning were definitely there. Covering himself rapidly out of instinct, he felt the growing bumps pressing against his arms. Was it just him, or were they still growing? "What did do you do to me?!"
"Oh, I just put down a few little things that would keep people from getting bored. Is that such a bad thing?" the mansion's master asked. He gestured at the collar around Sigma's neck. "That is just one of them. There's probably about four others in the mansion, though yours was probably the easiest to find."
"But...but what's it doing?" Sigma asked. He gasped, reaching to his throat. His voice...what had happened to his voice? "Why do I sound like this?"
"Heh, why don't you look at yourself and find out?"
He didn't understand that, but he did. As soon as he looked down, Sigma went red in the face. It wasn't just bumps growing out of his chest, but breasts. He was a guy, and he had breasts! It didn't seem possible, but the evidence was right there, staring him in the face so to speak. He could feel his nipples against his arm, the sensitive little nubs growing bigger and definitely more sensitive as they pressed against his arm.
However, he couldn't focus on that for long. Almost immediately he felt something strange with his pants, almost as if they were getting tighter around his waist. Without even thinking about it, he grabbed for his pants just in time as a button went flying off of the waist. "What the heck?" he hissed softly, his voice even higher pitched. It was starting to scare him a bit, but he didn't know what he could do.
The source of the button being knocked off was clear. His hips were swelling outwards, becoming different in flare than before. Before long, the swell of his chest and his hips had combined to give him an hourglass figure of sorts.
It was then that the thought of what he was becoming hit him full on. He...or rather, she looked up with a blush. "I'm...I'm turning into a woman?" Sigma asked, his voice almost a squeak from a mix of embarrassment and the new arrangement of her vocal cords.
"Yes, you are, and a very comely one too." The mansion master and the guards watched as he felt his body change further. Soon he had to look up as his height drifted away. His arm slowly pushed further and further out from his chest as his new assets started getting bigger, and his arms thinned out as the hard-won muscles in them started getting smaller. Soon they felt barely half the size of what they'd been before, and that was pushing it just a little bit. At least they were proportional to the rest of his-...her body, though, even though it meant she was shorter to make it possible.
Her hand tightened on the waist of her pants as they tried to fall down, the lack of a button making it hard for them to stay on, even with her flared hips. It was surprisingly painless as her body changed, the shifting and swelling of various body parts barely noticed except when she looked down at them. If she had her eyes closed, she probably wouldn't have noticed anything at all. At least, now that her clothes were less restrictive and weren't being affected by the changes quite as much.
By the time that the changes stopped, Sigma was a good foot shorter than he'd been before picking up the collar. Her chest was a good c-cup, she was sure, and her pants just barely managed to cover her private bits. She glared at the master of the mansion and his goons. "Did you really have to do this?" she said in annoyance, her tail curling around her legs.
"Considering how boring these parties are for me, I have to say yes," the tabby said with a shrug of his shoulders. "You're welcome to stay, though. I have a few shirts that should fit you, if you feel the need to cover up such generous endowments, but I'm also fine if you leave them exposed."
"Am I ever going to be a male again?"
"Well, yes, there's no doubt about that," the tabby said. "You'll just have to wait."
"How long?" Sigma wasn't quite so freaked out now that the change had been completed, but she still wanted her old body back.
The feline just smiled at her. It looked like he wasn't going to give her an answer for now.