Fenris on a Bender - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
31/1/479
Log
Fenris walks along the evening streets of Firmament, looking over the market stalls. Something draws him to the edge of the market to the great, striped tent where the fleshcrafter is. He stops and looks at the tent thoughtfully.
Jera was hired today. The foxen dressed in a modest harem outfit, silken sashes trailed across his form. His patterns made the perfect selling point, and the pay was more than he'd earn at any noble meeting.
"Jera?" Fenris says, recognizing the fox, "What are you doing all the way out here? Where's the coyote?" The big tiger looks around, but sees no one but Jera and a warm light from within the tent. "I mean," he continues, "I'm glad to see you, but this isn't your usual gig."
Jera blushes a little bit as the kit fox's bosom was left genuinely on display from behind her clothing. She smiles and waves a hand lazily. "The fleshcrafter paid well for...proper advertisement, you know. Form shifting...and this isn't one I'm too averse too if it's just for the week I'm working here. Got any lunar to spare, then?"
Fenris bites his lip and looks at the tent. "I am tempted," he admits, "I have been feeling like I need a bit of a change." The tiger laughs warmly. "But I am not sure what I would do!" he says, "I have some lunar I could part with though. What do you think?"
Jera fans her fingers out in offer, laughing delicately as her tail fished out the brochure. "Don't you know? Desert critters are all the rage now. You'd look good touring Shralesta as a snake."
Fenris gives this a bit of consideration, then shakes his head. "Good idea," he says, "But I don't think my paths lie through the desert. I was thinking I might head North for a while. I haven't trekked through Thera'Dor in a long time. I don't think that anything snakey would last too long up there." He accepts the brochure and flips through it with interest, stepping closer to the lantern light. "I, uh, see you've got breasts again," he observes, "How is the feminine side?"
"Ohh, just for a week while I'm on assignment! Working here pays for the fee, you know." The kit fox fans through the catalogue messily...confused. Clearly she wasn't all that familiar with the catalogue at all. She thinks for a moment and points down, covering the name with her finger. "Well, you could let me pick..."
Fenris looks hesitant for just a moment, then he shrugs. "Oh, why not," he says, producing a small pouch of lunar dust, "I said I was out for a change. Why not make it an adventure? It is just for a while, after all." The tiger waves toward the tent with the fleshcrafter. "After you, Miss," he says with a smile.
Jera chuckles and then leads the way into the tent. There are technicians there to manage the work...seems like she's just there to attract other people. Lunar dust is added to the machine as it whirs to life...
Fenris disrobes and carefully folds his clothing and sets it aside, revealing the beautiful, impressionistic blue butterfly on his left butt cheek. A reminder of past fleshcraftings. The big tiger stands and waits in front of the machine, running his fingers through his thick chest fur. The stylized hearts on his back ripple when he twists to look back at Jera. "Ready when you are!" he calls.
Jera sneaks Fenris a little pat on that mark there, a signal to the techs to make sure that the fleshcrafting didn't get rid of that. The machine starts to crackle with electricity even as the machine closes to offer you that little bit of privacy! She's picked a mink for you, and you feel it immediately with how large your tail got, fluffing out with white fur that people would probably hunt you down for a winter coat. Your form softens, mass shrinking rapidly...
Fenris keeps his eyes open, doing his best to stay still despite the vertigo from the sudden shrinking sensation. It was rather like falling during a deep tissue massage from twenty different hands. The tiger watches with interest as his fur slowly bleaches to white.
Nice and snowy white, soft and fluffy. It made you look twice as large as you currently were standing just 4 feet tall. Large ears keeping your form balanced as they twitch instinctually atop your head. Your chest swells out just like Jera's, curve softening...any touch to your own fur just so sensual that it feels like addictive petting. Blame creator pet s0ecies.
Fenris can't help but let out a soft moan, high and feminine at the feeling of the transformation. Leave it to Jera to make him a girl again. He could feel swelling in some places and shrinking in others. It was a very odd sensation indeed.
Sadly the mink isn't all that well endowed. Athletic, toned just like that streamlined shape of your growing muzzle with that visible pink button of a nose flanked by whiskers on either sidr.
Fenris is just as happy NOT to have the endownments she had had as a kangaroo, though it was strange to be reduced to these childlike proportions. The once-tiger restrains herself from. . . checking herself until the process ends, not wanting to mess anything up by moving before any final touches are added.
You could probably even go nude in public rather comfortably with how fluffy your form is, covering those stiff nipples and other sensitive regions that might get you in trouble. The final touches are streaks of blue and violet near the tips of your fur...
Fenris waits until the machine winds down and the doors slide open to tiptoe lightly on dainty paws out into the tent. "Leave it to you to make me smaller than you are," the little mink says, finally checking to see if she is, in fact, a she and not simply a very effeminate he, which might be a possibility with Jera at the wheel. "It is rather charming though," Fenris admits, running fingers through her fur and feeling her plush tail.
Jera chuckles and then pets over your headtuft, pulling you up for a big hug chest to chest. She pauses to step into the machine for a bit to quickly get her....well, his bit reset. Seems like this entire mirage was to just convince you to shift again! "It'll take at least a few hours a day to go through all that fur..m"
Fenris looks a little shocked as Jera undergoes his change. "What was this all about?" she asks, "what exactly are you up to, Jera?" The little mink hurries over to her clothing and retrieves her shirt which is now a baggy tunic and does her best to tie her belt on. She wondered if she still had the clothes from her last shrinking incident.
Jera shrugs her shoulders lightly! "I'm not up to anything...the fleshcrafter is always open for other people. I just got a free ride for encouraging more business is all!" She gives you an honest smile.
Fenris stares at Jera for a minute, then bursts into a high, melodic laugh. "You are a sneaky fox, Jera," she says, "But you had better help me pick out some new clothes!"
Jera chuckles for a moment and nods after, setting you back down on tiptoes after. "First, we'll need to buy you a better looking soul pendant for your fem forms."
Fenris rolls her eyes. "Of course," she says, accessories, "Well, if we must, we must."
