Dio Through the Looking Glass - RPLOG
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Date
4/10/479
Log
The light rain does not manage to slow down the hustle and bustle of the marketplace. Crowds of beings buy and sell goods of all kinds, merchants call out their wares, and in one particular corner of the marketplace a coyote in an odd, striped suit calls out his peculiar wares in front of a similarly striped tent.
"Step right up ladies and gentlemen!" he calls, "Are you looking for a change? Wish you could be stronger? Better looking? Are you an elephant in a mouse's body? Want to live like the other half? Look no further! With the amazing Fleshcrafter, all this and more is finally possible!"
Luckily for some, the rain would help deter the results of a rather absent bathing habit of one particular individual. However, nothing short of a good brush with thick teeth could pull the debris hidden within the lion's unkempt mane. "Ooh," Dio whispers beneath his breath, gently gripping his small pole shaped bag with curiosity. Walking towards the transformative tent in a child-like spring and step, the lion quickly makes his way over, waving all the while. "I heard o' somethin' like this before," he exclaims before rubbing his fuzzy chin. "I think an idea is startin' to come to me."
The coyote's full attention is immediately on the lion with the full power of his salesman's smile. "Of course, Sir!" he says, "Step right up! If you are in the market for a change we can certainly provide!" The rubbernecking crowd doesn't slow the salesman down as he ushers Dio forward toward the tent. "You just come in out of the rain and we'll have ourselves a little consult, eh?" he grins.
Lost in thought, most of the coyote's words simply bounce off Dio's tried and true thick skull. It's not until the salesman begins walking towards the tent before things finally start to register. "Ooh, o' course lad. Nothin' like a good tent. Ya know, I was just sleepin' in one not too long ago." It doesn't take much ushering to get the feline out of the rain. "Ahhh, that pitter patter o' rain on a tent. That's the stuff. Anyways..." Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a small bag tied at the top with a bit of twine. "Is this all really true? Changin' a being into another one? I don't wanna seem like the evil type to ya, but..." With a cute grin, even laughing to himself a bit, he continues, "There was a two fer one sale on this 'ere loaf o' bread. And there are a few lads I'd love to play a few pranks on."
"And the sale is only one per person, ya catch my drift," he says with a wink.
The Coyote puts an arm around Dio's shoulders, then quickly retracts it when bread crumbs tumble from the lion's mane and he steps away just a little, wrinkling his nose at the damp feline. "Ah, aha, yes," the coyote says, looking at the bag in Dio's hand, "I am sure you could play a marvelous prank with the remarkable power of the Fleshcrafter. You tell me and my friend Monty here what you want and we can make it happen. There is just the small matter of our fee. . ."
Unravling the twine upon the small bag, Dio reveals the contents within to be precious lunar dust. "I'm guessin' ya want this sort o' stuff? Fer a prank o' this magnitude and the sales I can bypass today, I'm thinkin' it'll pay fer itself." There are few things salesman love more than a dumb customer. Settling down his other loaf-shaped bag, the lion brings both hands down to his pant's buckle and begins undoing it. "I don't really care too much. Just somethin' feline I guess, if this even works. I better be gettin' my dust back if this is some kinda prank to punish me fer my own prankin' ideas. O', and do I gotta get naked fer this kinda thing?"
"Only if you like," the coyote says, gleefully taking the lunar dust, "And we can do feline. All sorts of feline. Big, small, fat, thin, anything you like." He makes the little bag disappear as if by magic and ushers Dio toward a smaller tent covering whatever mechanism actually constitutes the Fleshcrafter. A heavy Mole sits at what must be the controls. "You just step inside our little box and let us work our magic!"
Dio stares at the coyote for a bit, pants nearly half-way off in a small moment of silence. "I suppose there's time fer that later," he says with a chuckle before pulling them back up and buckling once more. "I ain't too worried 'bout it. Somethin' feline. Surprise me." Not really thinking about the consequences of his actions in the persuit of gags and bakery, the lion stares at the strange machine before finally heading in. "How long is this gonna take?"
"Not long at all, my friend!" the coyote says as a curtain closes behind Dio, "Just try to hold still. I am told it helps keep things comfortable."
There is a very short moment of silence, then the machine buzzes to life and streams of mathemagic swirl around Dio in the darkness of the machine. There is a strange, pins and needles sensation that starts to spread from the Lion's fingertips and toes. The prickling gives way to a sense of pressure on Dio's body, like heavy hands pushing on his sides. Bread crumbs start to tumble to the ground as his heavy mane starts to shrink away.
Finally left alone with his thoughts, Dio looks around and rethinks his decision. Was this really a good idea? "Well, whatever ya say, lad I suppose." Hearing the machine whirr to life, the lion's heart rate begins to pick-up. A cold sweat breaks out upon his brow as a slight feeling of panic begins settling in. "W-what's happinin'," the lion exclaims in distress as he grabs himself anxiously. "L-let's turn this off." The transforming feline breathes rapidly and shallow. While not in pain, he doubles over with nausea and a frightened pant, one hand leaning up against the side as a brace.
There is a feeling of lethargy and heaviness as Dio's build starts to change. There is a sensation that can only be described as warmth in the lion's bones as his shoulders become narrower and his hips wider, his thick, manly build giving way to feminine curves. There is a remarkably uncomfortable tugging in unpleasant places as the lion. . . well, maybe still lion ignores the advice to hold still. Dio's mane fades away to a slender neck and his tawny fur starts to darken to an orange-red.
"I... I can't..." Perhaps it was an undiscovered phobia or just the fear of trying something new like this, but the waves of panic overflowing the poor in-between feline cause him to become dizzy and weak in more ways than one. Looking down at his arms, he watches the strength fade away to be replaced with slender stripes. His knees buckle together as he feels a strange push in a rather sensitive location. "Please," he gasps and coughs, hearing an alien voice coming from his throat. Breathing so quickly, he leans against the machine's side with his body weight, the only thing really keeping him from being passed out on the floor.
There is a weird sense of vertigo as the feline, and definitely NOT lion, shrinks down a few inches and becomes a bit more petite. There is another bizarre, indescribable feeling deep in Dio's abdomen and he no doubt wishes he had taken his trousers off, because something is definitely happening down there. The tuft of his tail retracts, leaving it long and smooth as stripes drip across his. . . her curvy form like spilled ink. The strange feelings finally fade as the light of the mathemagic winks out and the machine falls silent.
"A perfect procedure!" comes the voice of the coyote from outside the box.
While the procedure worked great physically, the "patient" certainly didn't come out of it without some mental scarring. The newly minted tigress slumps against the machine's side and settles her fluffy bottom against the floor. She barely registers the door opening as her gaze peers to the floor, one hand gripping at the center of her chest along with a shallow and quick panting. Ever her trip across the metaphorical fence hardly registers to the once masculine fellow.
The coyote pushes aside the curtain to welcome the new tigress, only to find her flopped on the ground and his grin turns to a worried frown. "Are you alright?" he asks, looking back at the mole who is out of sight, "I thought you said that it went perfectly! What is wrong with her?" He turns to look back at the now female Dio. "Are you alright, Miss?" he asks.
Dio closes her eyes for a few moments in an attempt to regain her composure, ignoring the outside world. The worst of it is over, the machine is turned off. Deep breaths, in and out, in and out... And then a long exhale escapes her lips before she finally regains control of herself. "Wait, w-" The tigress coughs, reaching for her throat as it almost feels like someone else is talking for her due to the radical transformation of her vocal chords. And then it finally regsiters. The much shorter feline springs up, causing a pair of certain other new things to spring as well in their own way. "MISS?" In a panic, the tigress pats down her whole body, feeling her curves and other abnormalities. Though, it's rather difficult to fully see thanks to her extremely baggy clothes that would function better as a blanket at the moment. And then one pat upon her sacred area... "Dio jr!"
The coyote looks momentarily relieved when Dio seems to be alright, then worried at his, now her, continuing reaction. "I thought you said you wanted a change," he says, smiling nervously, "And what a prank this will make, right?" He wrings his hands. "Listen, I can't change you back free of charge," he says, "But if you have the lunar dust, we could always send you back in after a little cool down time."
This was all too much. How could something like this even happen? And what would be worse, going into the machine again or... "Uhh, yeah, o' course," the tigress says nervously, holding her pants up all the while. "This is just a dream I think. O' maybe a good ol' prank," she claims with a nervous and forced laugh. "I'm just gonna go wake up in my bed is all!" With denial fueling her short slender legs, the tigress jolts from the machine and regains her precious bag o' bread before making her way outside.
There is just enough time for Dio to catch the coyote and mole looking worriedly at each other before she is out in the hustle and bustle of the market and the light rain once more, holding up her over sized clothing and sack of delicious, comforting bread.
