Abyss- A water dragon TF storyIf you stare into the abyss....
...The abyss stares back into you.
The boy crouched on the edge of the cliff overlooking the sea, he couldn't have been over thirteen or 5 foot 3 as he stared down over the edge to the rocks below with green eyes, tan cargo shorts and a navy blue t-shirt made up his attire. A tiny forest bordered the cliff behind him as two people, obviously his friends make their way through this forest to him...
"Max!" the older of the boys called to the boy on the cliff...
I sigh and look back at Kyle, his black hair moving just enough to see him standing a few feet behind him.
"What?" I asked causualy.
"Why'd you leave?" Jake asks, stuffing his hands into his baggy jeans, he was 6 feet tall and had spiky brown hair and a scar that ran just under his left eye, which was blue. He had taken off his shirt, reavealing the sweaty muscles underneath.
"That last hit from that giant just about made me lose my lunch... besides my asthma's acting up." I say as I stand and look
A Unique Workout
“Yep: you need to get in better shape.” The girl in front of me tugged some of the skin on my upper arm gently for emphasis, showing how much excess, ah, “flab” I had.
“You know I don’t like working out, Aria.”
“Trust me: after you try this gym out, you’ll be singing a different tune.” I sighed, admitting defeat: Once my girlfriend had her mind made up; there was barely any hope of changing it.
Aria and I had known each other since we both started attending Heritage University roughly 3 years ago, and we had been dating for about a year now, with very few problems popping up. This was one of them (to me, at least). You see, Aria had gotten on a bit of a health kick a few months back, and decided to try out this new gym in town. Called the “Dream Gym”, it was best known for its rapid results. And I've seen the speed firsthand: after just 5 months I could almost swear that Aria looked almost like a city-born Amazon. But for a gym known for such stellar results, the amount of people who went there was relatively small, mainly because of a strict “members-only” policy: no-one except for a member was allowed past the lobby, and memberships had only been offered for a couple of weeks after the place opened. Nevertheless, after seeing the outstanding results, non-members had been clamoring for memberships recently, and it seemed as though the owners had relented: this week only, current members could invite friends and family to come try out the gym and purchase a membership if they wanted to. Now, you’re talking to a guy who’s known campus-wide for sitting on his butt all day, writing, surfing, or studying unless something special came up (like, I dunno, a date?). Aria, however, was apparently determined to break this habit: I met up with her for a small talk, and she immediately started trying to convince me to try this “Dream Gym” place. And, as she normally did with such endeavors, she succeeded.
“Fine, fine. But you ARE going to treat me to something afterwards, right?”
She chuckled, and gave me her trademark smile. “Don’t worry: there’ll be a very pleasant surprise for you when you’re done with your workout…” For a moment, I thought I saw her pupils pull into slits, but I must have been seeing things because I blinked and they were back to normal.
I must have been staring, because not two minutes later Aria had turned me around and pushed me towards her car, obviously intending for us to get a move on. I didn’t need much convincing: As soon as we reached the vehicle, both of us got in and Aria started the engine, before she pull out and drove off.
Once we arrived, I was stunned by the size of the place: it the place was massive, dwarfing all other gyms I’ve seen by at least a factor of 3. The lobby was merely “sizeable”, however: it had a small coffee shop, a lounge, and a check-in counter stationed in front of several pairs of double doors: that was it. ‘Must not get a lot of visitors…’
It wasn’t long before Aria had gotten me past check-in and had escorted me through throngs of people to one of the private workout rooms (one of the many special features “Dream Gym” offered). Next thing I knew, she had turned around and was walking away. Confused, I called after her: “Hey, Aria!”
“Yeah?” She turned to face me, wondering what was on my mind.
“Aren’t you coming with me?”
“Oh. Well, to be honest the owners said that they want all newcomers to go solo their first time. Besides, I’ll come meet you in there when I'm done.” Before I could respond, Aria had jogged off to a different part of the gym, leaving me alone and confused.
Turning around, I decided to just get it over with. Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the doors and entered the room. There wasn’t much in terms of equipment, but there were enough weight machines, cardio equipment, and free weights that two or three people could workout in here at once without worrying about waiting on a machine. One thing that did stand out was a large touch-screen monitor positioned at the back of the room. Displayed on it was the beginning of a workout routine that Aria had probably set up for me. Looking the routine over, I shook my head and sighed. ‘That girl…’ This routine was the size of a routine that a bodybuilder or Amazon (like Aria) would do: not the ideal starting workout for a couch potato like me. However, I did tell her I would try it… ‘I’ll just do what I can, and skip the rest. Aria should be OK with that.’
First was the warm-up: 15 minutes on the elliptical. I stepped on and began striding, oblivious to the small pattern developing on my skin as I walked. Once I got off, the next order of business was the lateral pull (lat pull). ‘Well, at least it’s the worst first…’ I thought; casting my mind back to those times in PE where it felt like the lat pull machine was going to pull my arms out of their sockets. Setting the weights to a comfortable 15 lbs., I took a seat and grabbed the bar overhead. I grunted, pulling the bar down to my chest. 1 pull… 2 pulls… As I kept going, it seemed to get easier and easier. By the time I was done with the first set, I found myself pushing the weight all the way up to 40 before doing another 10, to make sure I was actually getting a workout. But even then, by the time I was done that also felt too light. Deciding to brush it off, I got up and headed over to the chest press. Same story there: after the first 10 repetitions (or “reps”), the original 15 lbs. became too light; forcing me to push up to 30 lbs., but that also was too light once I was done. And again, I brushed it off, completely ignoring my larger chest and arm muscles. Nor did I notice my ripped T-shirt, not to mention the bright yellow scutes and deep blue scales they now rested underneath.
I pressed on, moving to the vertical row next to start on my arms. As before, on each of the arm machines the weights felt lighter and lighter with each rep. What I didn’t notice, however, was that with each rep my arms and hands swelled with muscle, growing larger and larger.
My hands, however, were changing in more ways than one: my pinky and ring fingers were merging into one thick, scaly digit as all my fingers sprouted vicious-looking ivory claws. My palms swelled into paw-pads as my fingers thickened up and shortened some, giving my hands a more paw-like appearance. By the time I was done, my arms looked like they belonged on a buff reptile-thingy, and I was doing over 70 lbs. without breaking a sweat! Yet for some reason, this all zipped right past me as I moved on to the leg press.
Just like with the arm machines, as I did the leg machines the weights started feeling lighter and lighter with each repetition, and at the same time my legs became scaly and more muscular. My feet underwent the most obvious changes: five toes became four, and then four became three as my big toe migrated backwards, becoming a (currently) clawless dewclaw. My footwear burst as toes thickened, insoles swelled into paw-pads, and claws sprouted. To top it all off, my hips migrated all the way to the sides of my torso, obliterating my shorts while my stance shifted from plantigrade to digitigrade: a change that would have normally been evidenced by the fact that I was naturally standing tip-toe after getting off the leg curl. Nevertheless, I didn’t notice the change at all and was ready to move on to the abs.
On the abdominal (or ab) machine, my abdominal muscles became much more defined and actually multiplied, going from the normal "six-pack" to a ridiculously long “eighteen-pack”. To accommodate these new muscles, my spine lengthened drastically, giving my torso the extra height it now needed. However, my spine grew longer than it had to, causing my neck to elongate slightly and a relatively short and skinny tail to sprout in-between my legs. As I finished up, a nauseous sensation hit me as organs and muscles rearranged themselves to better fit my new form. Chalking it up to a lack of water, I pushed through the nausea, finishing the last rep just as it faded. After I got a nice, large drink of water, I checked the monitor for what I was supposed to do next. It didn’t take long to find the routine progress, and upon checking I saw that the next machine was for my tail. ‘Wait, what?’
Confused, I walked over to the machine to see what this was all about. And it did look like it was meant for a tail, alright: the machine was basically a padded seat with hand grips on the arm rests, along with a long, 1-foot wide pad for the user to put their tail on. This pad was hinged, and connected via pulleys to the weights so when one used their tail to push down the pad, they would be lifting a set amount of the weights at the same time. The principle was the same as with all normal weight machines, it just didn’t make sense why such a machine existed for a tail. Wondering just what Aria was thinking (and why such a machine existed), I took my seat, subconsciously setting my rather puny tail on the pad. Deciding to just go along with whatever this was, I flexed my rear muscles (in actuality, I was flexing my tail muscles), expecting nothing to happen. However, the first time I pushed down, I saw the weights go up, a slight groan echoing in my ears as my tailbone extended, causing my tail to gain another inch or two. Furthermore, my tail also gained some more thickness and muscle mass. Deciding that I should just keep at it, I commenced a pattern that repeated with each rep: every time I pushed down on the pad, my tail grew longer, thicker, and more muscular. By the time I was done, it had gotten to the point where it was almost too wide and long for the pad! It was easily as wide and as long as my torso, and just as muscular. Said tail *slammed* the ground as I dismounted the machine, glancing at the monitor to see what was next. It looked like the next machine was for my…neck? ‘Now why would anyone ever exercise their neck on a weight machine? It makes absolutely no sense.’
I was beginning to wonder if Aria had decided to play a prank on me, seeing as this was the second seemingly-meaningless machine today. Nevertheless, I had to keep at it. Who knew what she would think if I quit now, when I was so close to finishing? As I walked to the machine, which was very similar to the tail machine, I noticed that something was…off, somehow. I couldn’t put my finger on what, exactly, but something was definitely off. Deciding to worry about it later, I took my position on the neck machine and laid my head and neck on the pad, having to swivel my head at a 90 degree angle so my face wouldn’t be mushed onto the pad. Once I was settled, I grasped the handles and started the set. 1 push... 2 pushes... With each repetition, my neck grew longer and thicker, my neck muscles growing and strengthening. My head position became more comfortable as my spine moved from the bottom of my skull to the back of my skull, meaning I would have to bend my neck to look in front of me now.
As all this was taking place, my head was undergoing further changes: my nose and mouth pushed out into a reptilian muzzle, forcing my eyes to move slightly to the side as my nose ridge became much more pronounced. I went momentarily deaf as my ears withered away, my nose shriveling into two small holes at the front of my muzzle. A small row of yellow scute-like scales appeared behind where my nose had been while two branched, ivory antlers sprouted from the back of my head, soon taking over my hearing. My hair turned into a mess of bright yellow fur, growing in a row down my back until it reached the end of my tail, which sprouted a tuft of like-colored fur. Two whiskers with tufted tips sprouted from just below my new nose scales, reaching down to the base of my much longer neck as my pupils pulled into reptilian slits, my eyes turning dark yellow as I reached the end of my last set.
Getting off the machine, I took a deep breath and wiped my scaly brow (it wasn’t really sweaty, but the slickness of the scales made me think I was sweating up a storm). Any onlooker would easily notice that I had metamorphosed into a blue-and-yellow bipedal Oriental dragon, easily 9' tall with a neck, torso, and tail each about 4.5’ long, not to mention a serpentine body covered with muscles. But I was utterly oblivious to these changes, instead being completely focused on my workout routine. Besides, it was almost done: all I had left was the 15-minute cooldown on the treadmill. 'So, a quick jog, huh? Shouldn’t be that hard.'
I keyed in the settings, started the treadmill, got on, and began running. As I ran, my entire body underwent some finishing changes, the most obvious being the growth. I was getting larger... longer... more muscular. My muscles literally multiplied, forming multiple bulges as my scaly skin was stretched to its near-limits. Whatever remained of my clothing was shredded by the relentless growth, falling to the floor in tatters. My mane grew longer and fuller, the tuft of fur on my tail-tip growing in size alongside it. My antlers grew longer and branched out more, and my whiskers extended down past my further elongated neck, halting at the top of my chest. Furthermore, more fur sprouted from the underside of my muzzle, giving myself a small “beard” of fur. I blinked several times as my pupils slowly faded, my eyes turning into glowing dark yellow orbs (suprisingly, I didn't go blind). As I reached the home stretch, my growth plateaued at triple my previous height as I felt a slight jolt in my brain, my mind converting into a more fitting form, and just in time, too. My senses chose that moment to sharpen to superhuman levels, so if the mental shift had been delayed any I would have suffered from sensory overload.
Stepping onto the ground, I put my hand to my head, wondering why everything felt so...off all of a sudden. I had probably finished what had been the hardest workout I had ever done…but somehow, I felt like I could do more if I wasn’t feeling so, so strange. ‘What is going on here?’ Stumbling over to the monitor, I saw a message congratuling me on completing my workout and welcoming me to the "Dream Gym’s” family of members. This confused me, as I hadn't even considered getting a membership here yet - but these concerns were dispelled when the message vanished and the monitor shut off, leaving a wall-encompassing mirror in its wake. 'What in the...'
I only now noticed that I had become blue, scaly, and ridiculously muscular. Curious about my new musculature, I flexed my left arm - and was suprised at the sheer power I felt surge through that limb. I mean, I was probably pretty powerful already, being a dragon and all, but this – this was on a completely different level. Flexing my other arm, I felt an equavilant surge as I realized how...how good all this power felt. I could probably take a steel girder and tie it into a knot without a problem.
Next thing I knew, I found myself flexing in front of the mirror, reveling in my new strength and enjoying my new apperance - which I found to be quite stunning. Then again, it’s not every day you see an Eastern dragon-man whose entire serpentine body was covered with bulging muscles, even if it was just a reflection.
"Well, well, well, who's Mr. Handsome?"
Broken out of my reverie by the alluring female voice behind me, I swiveled my head over my shoulder, my gaze fixing on the new arrival. It - no, she - was a silver-and-white anthropomorphic Western dragoness who was about my height and looked quite muscular. Well, she wasn’t quite as muscular as I was, but still of a beyond-Amazonian stature. A pair of small horns graced the tip of her broad muzzle, which encompassed her entire face unlike mine did. Her eyes were pools of pure white that glowed under their own power, just as her silver scales shimmered in the ambient light of the room. Two gently curved horns sweeped out from the back of her furless head, and a row of small, sharp spikes ran from the base of her neck to the end of her tail. Furthermore, she was actually clothed: true, it was only a blue, skintight one-piece and an amethyst necklace, but it was something.
The dragoness sashayed up to me, gently caressing my face as I realized who this probably was. “Aria? Is that…you?” I was stunned at how deep, resonant, and sagacious I sounded now: my voice was hardly recognizable as my own.
She chuckled, and grinned in a way which reminded me of my girlfriend. “Please: when I’m like this, call me Glace.” So it was her… waitaminute. Backing away from the dragoness in front of me, I was wondering just why she had brought me here.
“You knew this was going to happen, didn’t you?”
“To you: yes, yes I did. To me: to be honest, I was as just surprised as you when I first changed.”
“When you first changed?”
“Did you seriously think I was always like this?” She gestured to her body before continuing, “This is what the ‘Dream Gym’ does: they give people new bodies. Bodies people can only dream of having otherwise.”
I blinked, the reality of what just happened starting to slowly sink in. "Now do you get it, big guy? You told me about your thing for dragons - especially Orientals - a loooong time ago. And I could tell that you were harboring a desire to be one-"
I was stunned by this revalation. "How on the face of the Earth did you-" I had never told ANYONE (barring my folks) about that pipe dream. True, I was planning on telling Ari – err, Glace – eventually, but how did she find out about it already?
"Psychology major, remember? Took Body Language 101 first year... Wasn't too hard to tell there was more to what you were saying. It didn't take much for me to realize that you had a hidden desire...a desire you had given up on as it was so unrealistic." Of course. How did I forget about her people-reading skills? "Anyways, after I found out firsthand what this place really does, I was curious if they had a way of fulfilling that pipe dream of yours. And lo and behold, they did. Not only did their pool have the capability to make you a more aquatic Oriental, the weight rooms could make you a muscular version of any species whatsoever. I only chose the weight room because I thought you might enjoy being big and beefy."
“Well, you were right on that last part. I’ll admit that I do enjoy my new, ah, striking appearance, but this power…” Glancing down at my hands, I resumed speaking: “It’s just…incredible. Even just standing here, I feel like I can lift a school bus with no problem. Heh… Actually, I could probably lift two school buses without breaking a sweat! And when I was flexing earlier… the surge of energy it gave me was magnificent. I can only imagine what it would be like to use these bad boys to their fullest…” Clenching my fists, I couldn’t help but grin wildly as thoughts of what I could do with my new body and strength entered my mind. ‘This is going to be great.’
The horror I felt was barely describable. Christine could just as well have put me face to face with a hungry crocodile; the terror would have been the same. Only crocodiles had the advantage of being sated and tired eventually. This thing, though... It was pure and utter evil. All I'd wanted to do was to pay my girlfriend a short visit, and what I got was the sight of her holding the tool of darkness - again.
"What?" My girlfriend grinned mischievously. "You look as if you've seen the devil."
"I have!" I managed to blurt out and pointed a trembling finger at the abomination in her closed fist. "You hold him in your hands!!!"
"Oh, this?" Christine waved the wand about, prompting me to jump back a couple of steps, terrified. I definitely didn't want to be anywhere near it! "That's just a wand. A magic one, though. But nothing evil. Don't you remember all the fun we had last time?" She said.
"Fun?" I ogled her. "We spent a whole day being stepped upon by Shirley's sister-in-law. Speaking of which... where is she?"
Instead of a clear answer, my girlfriend simply grinned and self-consciously stroked her dress. "Do you like my new dress?" she asked.
"Why did I even ask..." Suddenly extremely wary, I let myself sink down on a chair, only shedding a short glance at Shirley's transformed shape, a flowery summer dress. These two were playing with fire all over again. Didn't they even learn? Didn't even Laila learn? "Why, in God's name, did Shirley's sister-in-law lend you her wand again? Last time she got herself and us stuck! That's like giving a live gun to a child!"
Annoyance showed in Christine's face and she pouted. "Hey, this time, we know about the dangers. Seriously." She took a quick step forward, too fast for me to react, and my eyes opened in horrified knowledge as she raised the wand. "You're such a pussy."
It wasn't the first time, I had been transformed by the devilish thing. But this was the first time I'd been transformed into something living rather than an ordinary piece of clothing. Well, at least that meant that I could voice my displeasure... Although it didn't come out that impressively: "Meow!?!!"
My girlfriend giggled and she crouched down to pat me on my head. "Oh my, it really worked. You make a real good pussy, err, cat and - OUCH!"
Satisfied, I watched her scowl as she retreated her scratched hand. It served her right to transform me without my consent again! Even though this form felt fairly nice, with excellent reflexes...
"Bad kitty!" Christine said, annoyed. "You're better off a tiny poodle!" And in the next moment, I found myself inhabiting the body of a small, fluffy dog barely the size of a rat. "Yep, better." She smirked while I glared at her, silently fuming.
I didn't even try to bark, I didn't want to make her laugh at me as well...
"Yeah, sorry." She giggled at me, without looking sorry at all. "But as to your question from before... Let's say Shirley borrowed the wand again. And we really didn't want you to know, knowing your possible reaction... But well, you surprised me there and I didn't have time to hide the wand."
I yipped angrily. That still didn't give them the right to transform me again. Especially not into this... This... Purse-pet!
"Right." She sighed. "I know what you think. But seriously, I know you. You'd probably have ratted us out to Laila. Don't deny it."
Not that I could have denied anything at the moment, I thought ruefully. Therefore I just glared back, baring my teeth and snarling. t rather sounded like the whine of an electric shaver. On low battery.
"So you're stuck with me and my plans for the moment. To make it not as hard on you, I left you a living being. Isn't that nice of me?" She smiled heavenly down on me. "And I promise you some awesome make-up sex afterward. But until this... you'd better come with me." Suddenly, her eyes became dreamy. "I'm wondering which of my purses you'll go best with...?"
"Since when do you have a poodle?" The unfamiliar, red-haired girl asked Christine and viewed me curiously. I panted uncomfortably and struggled a bit, but there was no escaping from the pink purse my girlfriend had put me into. My legs were too short and she'd closed the zipper in such a way that only my head was looking out, so I had no other choice than let myself examined closely. From my vantage point, the girl's head looked like a giant's... Not to mention those of all the other girls which had assembled around us.
I'd expected my girlfriend to go clubbing or retreat to some private location in order to fool around with the wand, but instead she'd packed me with the wand and had then driven off to this estate. The thing was huge, with a large garden and a pool behind, and the name on the door sounded familiar, so maybe it was the home of one of her friends? It definitely looked that way, but what the hell were all the other women doing here? Again, thoughts of mayhem and destruction rushed through my head. Shirley and Christine alone were bad enough, surely they didn't plan on involving more of their friends in their shenanigans?!
"Oh, he's cute, isn't he?" Christine grinned. "That's my boyfriend Wayne, I just turned him into this furball for the duration of the evening. He was... reluctant to engage in our fun." I snarled an angry confirmation, earning me nothing more than a pat on the head by Christine. "Oh isn't he adorable?"
The red-haired gaped, just like most of the others around us. "So that wand really exists and wasn't just an elaborate hoax?" One asked incredulously.
"Oh, come on Samantha." Another chided her. "I bet that's just a normal poodle, she's just fucking with us. There's no way these stories about this magical wand can be true!"
"Oh, ye of little faith..." With a knowing smile, Christine produced the wand from pockets. "So you need a demonstration? Well, why not..."
In the next moment, I felt the zipper being opened and myself being lifted out of the pocket. There! That was my chance to escape. The hedge was only a few feet away-
Unfortunately, the tip of her wand was even closer.
I lazily stretched myself in the sun and cautiously observed the hubbub on the other side of the pool. I'd fully expected her to use me as a demonstration object, but she'd caught by surprise when I'd not become an object. Instead, she'd turned me into a seal. A real, honest-to-god seal. With flippers, whiskers and chubby tail-flukes.
That alone had been enough to make most of the girls believe, and after she'd then also turned Shirley back into a human even the last had accepted that the magic wand really did exist. They had taken this blatant demonstration of magic with different emotions, but to my chagrin, condemnation hadn't been any of them.
In retrospect, hoping for the girls to run away screaming had always been unlikely, but the enthusiasm they'd radiated shortly after the revelation had baffled me. Maybe there was something in women's blood which made them love shopping, shoes, transformations, and all the other stuff which made us men shiver with dread...
But whatever their reasons, it hadn't taken long for them to wholeheartedly agree to being transformed. As soon as their attention had shifted from me, the cute seal, to Shirley, the former summer dress my girlfriend had worn, I'd robbed away from their huddle. To the pool, that is. In this cumbersome form, there was no way in hell for me to get away, so I'd settled on searching for a particular sunny spot near the pool and resting.
Much to my surprise, I'd started to like this shape. Simply relaxing and taking in the warm sunlight felt like heaven. I'd really have loved to try this body in the element it was built for, but there was something in the water of the pool which made my recoil in disgust. Probably all the chlorine. I wrinkled my nose at the thought.
While I'd been relaxing over here, there'd been lots of action on the other side of the pool. All of the girls had been transformed at least once now, most of them several times, and I'd lost track of most of them. Christine was still there, of course, apparently content in her new role of sorceress.
As for the rest... well, the red-haired girl whose parents apparently owned this house had replaced Shirley as Christine's dress. Shirley on the other hand had indulged herself in trying out several animal forms, finally ending up with cats again, although really large ones this time. Thankfully, she hadn't decided upon teasing me, either because a seal didn't look tasty enough to a cat's eyes, or because the other girls who'd turned into antelopes, deer and horses looked tastier. Even now Shirley, in the form of a black panther, playfully chased a nimble Thompson gazelle around the property while a pair of zebras observed the hunt warily.
Transformations into birds had been high in demand as well, but only for a short time. After the third crash upon attempted take-off, the girls had realized that the skill of flying didn't come along with the body. Although this one parrot in the pool definitely had looked funny...
Only few had tried out transformations into clothing, though, something which had helped to stabilize my world view again. Thank God not all of Shirley's and Christine's friends were as crazy as those two! And even now, aside from Christine's new dress there were only two more girls wearing their friends: one attractive, short-cropped blonde who was splashing around in the pool, a close friend covering her as a bathing suit; and a tall, lesbian girl who was currently wearing her lover as panties.
Sadly, this state of affairs wouldn't hold up. For Christine, as the wielder of the wand, had stipulated a condition for letting the others play with it. And it looked like she was about to collect her tithe...
My girlfriend grinned as the other "girls" assembled around her. It was a peculiar looking assembly: a wet girl in a swimming suit; a normal looking girl whose hands constantly seemed to stroke her groin; a black panther; two zebras; a large python (seriously, the damn thing had totally freaked me out when it wriggled itself under my chair); a couple of wolves; and so on...
"All right!" She proclaimed self-consciously. "You all had your fun, so now I wanna have mine. I want to go clubbing tonight and I still need a proper outfit. So you will help me out." It was not a request but a statement, and more than one of the girls (or animals?) looked uncomfortable. This only seemed to make Christine's smile even wider. The rascal was enjoying this! "So... I already have something in mind. I'm gonna start with boots, volunteers forward please...?"
At first nobody reacted, but then one of the zebras nudged its companion. This didn't escape Christine's attention. "Oh, Nicole and Jessica? Perfect!" Before the other zebra could even react, the two animals had been replaced by a pair white boots. "Okay, shoes are provided. Next some pantyhose, please."
Warily I watched on as the living population in the garden dwindled. The lesbian girl quickly became the pantyhose, which had the side effect of also providing panties; Shirley became a bra; the wolves jeans and a top... The speed of the changes almost made me dizzy and it took barely five minutes until Christine and me were apparently the only beings left in the garden.
Smirking and showing off her new outfit, she sauntered over to me. There'd been too many girls to become clothes, not that this had stopped Christine. She'd just continued with jewelry and gadgets. I had to admit that she'd hardly looked better before, and even though I was a seal now, I could still appreciate female beauty when I saw it.
"Well, what do you think?" She asked me with a grin and struck a pose. "You think I'm looking good? The girls really fit me, right?"
I simply growled at her, not wanting to confirm her in her madness although I did agree. Unluckily, my girlfriend took that as criticism of her appearance.
"What, I'm not?" she pouted. "Well, of course..." She seemed to ponder for a moment, scrutinizing her attire. "Well, you may be right there, the jewelry is not that fitting yet. Hm... yeah, Gabrielle's color isn't fitting. Just a moment." Swiftly, she took out the wand again and put its tip onto the silvery armlet she'd turned the python into. "I think she'd better go with my outfit if she'd be made out of... Gold!"
And that was exactly the moment when everything which I'd feared all along finally happened: when things went to hell. I had no idea whether she'd accidentally touched her skin as well, or whether the armlet was too close to her body, but the end result was all too clear. It took only a fleeting moment, and my girlfriend had turned from a moving, healthy girl into a solid, rigid statue made out of gold.
I gaped at the statue my girlfriend had become. Impossible. Again. It had happened again. Almost unable to believe my bad luck, I let myself flop down from my beach chair and flopped to her as fast as possible. Which actually was pretty damn slow.
In my mind, I was cursing over and over, but since I currently was a seal, all I could mutter were some incoherent snarls and barks. Finally, I reached her stiffened body. For a few minutes, I simply observed her form. She had been lucky that she'd opted for boots without heels when she had transformed her friends. If she'd worn heels, they'd probably have broken the moment she'd turned into gold. And God knows what would have happened if she'd have toppled - if she'd stayed in one piece or if she'd broken up.
But as it was, she'd been turned into a perfect golden facsimile of herself, still wearing all of her friends and still clutching the wand in her hand. I barked in frustration. There was no way in hell for me to get this wand. First, it was way too high for me to reach it. Second, even if I could reach it, I wasn't that sure that I could remove it without toppling the statue and being smashed by its weight. And third... I was a seal. I couldn't use it anyway.
It was like the first time all over again, only this time with me being animate and the others being objects. Not that this made any difference...
"Wow, that escalated quickly..."
The sudden voice coming from behind me made me jump. I'd been the only living thing left in the garden! All the girls had either been turned into clothing; or, in the case of my girlfriend, had petrified themselves. So who...?
I turned only to find nobody. Well, except for this snow-white swan which eyed the statue of my girlfriend with interest. As it noticed my dumbfounded face, it smiled at me - since when can swans smile?
"I mean, that got out of hand really fast." The bird giggled and flapped its wings to underscore. "I'd expected them to at least last until the evening before they trapped themselves again. In fact, me and my husband had a bet going on. Damn, so now I owe him ten bucks..."
I was still staring at the animal in a state of shock. What the heck was going on...? What the hell was this bird?
Sympathetically, the swan looked at me. "Oh, right you don't recognize me. Just a moment..." Its form started to blur, and then I blinked in astonishment, for I knew the person who'd replaced the swan. It was Laila!
"Yeah, hi Wayne." Shirley's sister-in-law smiled at me. "Long time, no see. You suffering under your girlfriend's eccentricities again?" She sighed. "They really think they are clever, don't they? In fact..." she grinned, "I'd known that they'd 'borrowed' the wand again. That is one powerful piece of magic equipment, of course I won't leave it unattended a second time. But then again... my husband and me really had a laugh about the deviltries the two of them did with wand before they got themselves - and unlucky you - stuck last time."
She chuckled and effortlessly snatched the wand out of the statue's cold, immobile hands. "Plus it enhanced my wardrobe. And since my husband and I want to go clubbing tonight..." Laila looked the statue over appreciatively. "Well, the girl really has a good taste in fashion. I like that outfit. In fact, it probably may fit me well..." The witch snapped her fingers and in the next moment, she was wearing all of Christine's transformed friends - and my girlfriend was standing there, a completely nude (and perfectly detailed, as I noticed with a blush) statue.
Laila twirled around a few times, admiring her new clothes. "Yeah... I think that really suits me. Transformed clothes are always the best. And it isn't even that I'm taking them on a tour against their will - after all, they wanted to go clubbing. Not on me, though, but these are just details..." She chuckled evilly, then looked at me with a smirk, and I felt my heart sinking. Oh no, not again... I definitely didn't want to spend another day on her body! But luckily for me, this time she didn't need me to complete her wardrobe.
"As for you, my friend..." She grinned a malicious smile. "...I think you should enjoy your stay here. I'll fetch you tomorrow, after I've sufficiently wasted myself tonight. But you need some company, therefore..." She touched the Christine-statue with the tip of the wand, replacing it with a very surprised looking female seal. "There, all set for a lovely twosome tonight. Well then, we'll see ourselves!"
And before I, or seal-turned Christine, could react, she turned into a white swan again and gracefully took off. Wordlessly, I stared after her, then focused my gaze on Christine. I had to say that she looked... cute as a seal. Puffy, but not as puffy as me. Lots of rounds. And not to mention these dainty whiskers... Not that these details kept me from scowling at her and barking my displeasure. I couldn't really speak anymore, but even seal-sounds were sufficient enough to make my "I've told you so!" painfully clear.
Not that Christine had any problems with understanding my message. Embarrassed, she stared at the grass, tucking her flippers back under her body. I scowled a bit longer, then sighed inwardly and started robbing back to my beach chair. It was too late to change anything anyway, so we could at least make the best of it. And there was still sun. Plus, the chair looked big enough to support two of our kind...
And as I said... she really made a cute looking seal...
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Daenerys and Drogon - A Song of Ice and Fire
My piece for the Game of Thrones tribute art book! I’m so happy to finally be able to show this! It took a lot of agonizing hours (and many more layers) but I’m really proud of the result.
Our Kickstarter is LIVE! The art book is seriously amazing, I’m so honored to be a part of it. If you love Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, and want a book with over 100 pieces of professional-level illustrations dedicated to it, this is for you! Please check it out and tell your friends!
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