Lucy is home - RPLOG
Participants
Date
27/10/479
Log
It is hat and breezy in the marketplace of Firmament today. The early morning bustle of the market has calmed to a more sedate pace, though merchants still call out their wares, fanning themselves in the shade of their stalls and tents. One in particular stands out. A coyote dressed in a suit of unusual cut and patterned in red and white stripes just like the gaudy tent behind him stands on a little soap box with his wide brimmed hat tipped back.
"Are you ready for a change, ladies and gentlemen?" he calls out to passing beings, "Want to fit in that dress again? Tired of shedding fur? Want to see how the other half lives? The Amazing Fleshcrafter can do it all and more!"
Lucas walked alongside the Good, her lord, Pontius. He wore a dress, his clothes and overall appearance very much making him look like a woman as he walked with the hippo, hands both clinging to his arms as he looked about. His eyes quietly searched the marketplace with concern. His posture straightened and he smiled wide, his long rudder-like tail turning to the hippo's leg to stroke up the back of it. "My lord? I there was a reason I asked you to come with me today. I... over here. There's something I wanted to ask you," he said, leading the Good to the coyote. He looked at tent as they approached then Pontius. "Sir, I want to fleshcraft myself. Be a proper woman as your consort, maybe... even give you an heir. I-if it's quite alright with... with you?" His voice was trembling, even his body shook a little, but he gripped onto Pontius's arm tightly, eyes watching the royal with excitement.
Pontius saunters along slowly with his cross-dressing escort and allows himself to be led by the much smaller being. When he finds himself in front of the fleshcrafter's tent and hears Lucas's request he can only stare in dumb silence for a moment.
"Are you sure about this, my dear?" the hippo asks, while the coyote hawker perks his ears in interest, "Don't feel you have to do this for me! It is not as though I need any sort of legacy! As much as I enjoy my standing as a member of the Good family, I am so far from the throne that it is not much of a title." He considers the effeminate otter and runs a thick finger down his cheek. "But I like to see you happy," he says with a smile, "Would this make you happy?"
Lucas's fset stand close together, his hands gripping tightly onto the Good's arms. He looks down for a moment and takes a breath then looks back up, drawing himself closer to Pontius. "It's not for you alone my lord. I'm at my happiest when I'm... like this, in a dress, pretending to be something I'm not. I feel more whole like this, but... even looking like this I know I'm not that, and I can't be, unless I do... this." He looks back to the tent and then to the Good, smiling. "I've always wanted to be a mother, and this... it'll let me be that. And you sir-" His head turns, pressing into the finger rubbing at his cheek. "You've done so much for me and you mean so very much to me too. I want to do this, for you and me both, if you'll allow it."
"Of course!" Pontius says, taking Lucas by the hand, "You will have whatever you wish!" His grin spreads, huge across his face, "Anything for my woman!"
That is all the cue that the coyote needs. He is at Pontius's elbow in an instant, rubbing his hands together. "And how can I help this loving couple today?" he asks with a predator's grin, steering the pair toward his tent, "Interspecies woes got you down? Never fear! The amazing fleshcrafter can solve your problems in a jiffy! Five tiny ounces of lunar dust is all that stands between you and your happily ever after!" It is obvious that he does not really understand the situation, but he is making a sale as best he knows how.
Lucas smiles wide and stands on the tips of his toes, kissing the good on the cheek. "Thank you my lord. It means so much to me," he said delightfully, leaning against the larger being as they approached the tent closer. His fur bristled as they approached, the coyote's sale pitch making h is heart race. "I... I need to become... oh, how do I word this? A proper mate for my lord here, good sir. I want to give him an heir. So I need to be like him and... um, oh dear... of a more appropriate gender I guess you could say." He draws a hand from the Good's arm to press it against his cheek, head turning to hide his face against the Good's arm. "Creators, this is all so devilishly awkward."
Pontius pats Lucas gently on the head and leads him into the striped tent after the coyote.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, my friend!" the coyote says, still grinning, "I understand completely! You just tell us what you want and the amazing fleshcrafter can do it! You are far from the first man in a dress I have seen walk through that tent flap!"
The inside of the tent is open and spacious with a tall mirror set up on one side and a smaller tent off to the other, apparently concealing the actual workings of this amazing fleshcrafter. A large, heavyset mole sits at a control panel sticking out of the side of the inner tent, and he looks up as the trio enters.
"You just tell Monty and me exactly what you want, and we can give it to you," the coyote promises, "No detail is too big or too small!"
Lucas nods his head, smiling slightly as they walk into the tent. He looks over the machine then back to his lord. "What do you want my lord? If they can make me into a woman then that'll make me happier than I ever thought I could be, but I am your consort. I am more than happy to let them shape my body to your whims." His tail sways from side to side as his excitement builds, standing up straighter and pulling himself towards the Good. "I'll admit I've got a few thoughts, but if you have any requests I am all ears. I do want to make you happy as much as this will make me happy."
Pontius only smiles down at his little otter escort. "Whatever makes you happy makes me happy, my dear," he says, though he reaches down and gives the otter a little pinch on the rear, "You just don't lose those lovely curves, hmm? And I look forward to being pleasantly surprised." The hippo then steps away to let Lucas talk to the coyote, looking over himself in the mirror and adusting his well cut outfit. Have to look good for the new lady in town, after all.
The otter smiles and nods, giving Pontius another kiss on the cheek before the pinch draws a squeak from him. Lucas giggles and nods at his lord before drawing away. He looks over the machine, hands crossed over one another in his lap. He swallows nervously but looks back to the coyote and straightens his posture. "So, what can you do to me sir? Color of my skin, hair, eyes, are there limitations?" He looks back at the Good, then returns his gaze to the Coyote. "Could you make me taller if it's what I wanted?"
"Tall, short, fat, skinny, pink, green, petite or positively bovine!" the coyote says, "If you can dream it, the AMAZING fleshcrafter can do it! You want florescent blue hair that goes to your ankles? We can do that! You want your lover's picture drawn out on your left buttcheek? We can do that! Taller is easy as pie!"
Lucas's eyes widen, muzzle painting into a reserved smile. "I'm not sure I quite want a picture on my ass but... I would like pink skin. Not too bright, but vibrant enough that I don't look like some disfigured creator... a rose pink I guess you could say. If you can make my hair longer then I'd like it to reach down to the small of my back, a natural sort of wave to it. Blonde at that, a very light blonde. if you could keep my eyes as they are that would be nice. Um, large lips, I... I don't know, I guess you can, make them naturally red, really vibrant-like." He looks down at his body, hands roaming over his frame. "Like my lord said, curvy, broad hips, maybe a little more than his, narrow shoulders, an hourglass, you don't need to make my midsection so narrow though." He draws a hand to his mouth, nibbling on his thumb tip. "I like my ass and legs, maybe just make sure they fit the rest of me, a little bigger on the rear wouldn't be so bad. Hands delicate, feet small." He looks up. "Oh! Breasts! Please, I would like them... well, big. Not like, excessively, but large." His head dipped and he nodded his head to the side. "Always liked them like that on a woman." He glances back at the royal, nibbling at his thumb. "I... I don't know if..." He looks back and sighs. "Leave me as tall as I am, please. I don't mind a few extra pounds, I probably wouldn't mind a little softness actually. Plump, but not fat. Full-figured." He nibbles on his thumb a little more, tail curling around his leg. "I... I think that's it? I mean, besides, obviously the... intimate bits."
"Can do!" the coyote says, turning to the mole who is frantically working at the control panel, "You get all that, Monty?" The mole only nods and grunts. "There you go!" the coyote says, turning his grin on Lucas again, "You just step inside that tent flap and we'll do the rest. I'm told that it isn't painful, but it is more comfortable if you hold still. And you may want to undress before you step inside. Don't know if that little dress of yours is going to be up for the job."
Lucas looks at the machine and nods, stopping a moment when the coyote mentions undressing. His face burns hot underneath his fur, but nods. He takes a deep breath and begins removeing his clothes, the thick fur covering his body offering some modest protection that keeps him from looking terribly indecent, even hiding any evidence that the otter were a man between his legs. He collects the clothes and folds them up then pauses, looking at his wrist. He looks back up and walks over to the mole, extending his arm to show off a mark on it. "Um, one last thing. You see this mark on my wrist here? This water droplet? I'd like that to stay there. Not in fur, obviously, but maybe a patch of skin lighter than the area around it? It's very important to me." He suddenly remembers his nakedness and covers up his body with his neatly arranged stack of clothes before returning to the tent. "I... who should I give these clothes to?"
The coyote grins and nods. "No problem! And just leave them there, I guess," he says, waving to a couple of chairs set up for waiting friends, "Or give them to your beau, there."
Pontius, the beau in question is watching Lucas with a thoughtful smirk, enjoying the familiar sight for one last time.
Lucas looks to the Good and smiles, walking back up to him. He offers the clothes as he leans in, standing up on the tips of his toes to kiss the hippo on the lips. "I hope you'll like what I've picked out. And thank you again for approving my lord." He pulls back with the clothes free from him and walks to the machine once more, standing tall, proud, a little bit of a sensuous sway in his step to give the royal, and even the coyote and mole, a bit of a show. "I just step in?" His eyes widen with a start and he turns back, pointing at the clothes. "I've got some lunar dust in there. It should be with my coin purse."
The coyote gleefully walks over to accept his fee as Lucas slips into the machine and the door closes behind him, leaving him in the dark.
"All set in there?" comes a muffled voice from outside, "Cause here we go!"
There is a sudden whirring sound as the machine comes to life and swirls of luminous mathemagic wrap themselves around the little otter. His skin starts to itch and tingle as his smooth, glossy fur starts to quickly retract into his skin, which starts to take on a rosy, pinkish hue. A sense of warmth starts to spread from Lucas's belly, slowly outward as the change begins.
Lucas comes to stand in the middle of the machine, the darkness making his stomach muscles tense, but his head nodding. He realizes he probably can't be seen so calls out, "Y-yes, ready! Should I just stand still or-" He hears the whirr, his tail curling up around his legs as he keeps himself still, hands crossed over his groin as his eyes closed. He tries breathing slowly, calmly, but feeling the math work over his body, makes it hasten. He resists the urge to scratch himself as he begins to feel very naked, and more than a little cold. A shiver rolls up his spine as heat fills his stomach, a heavy exhale that leaves him breathless for a moment while the head spreads out through his body.
The otter's tail curling does not last long, as Lucas's thick, rudder-like appendage starts to shrink and wither. Meanwhile, his modestly curvy butt starts to leave modestly behind. Soon, a little stub of a tail protrudes over a rounded, heart shaped derrier. Under his hands, the no-longer-entirely otter feels a strange, tugging sensation, and a tightness all over as his lithe form starts to take on a general plumpness. He had obviously heard stories about this machine, but its magic is truly boggling.
Lucas draws in a deep breath very slowly as he feels his tail shrink, a twitch in his eye as he misses the comforting squeeze of his own tail. It passes quickly, a squeak rising from his throat and clenched jaw with the swelling of his rear, the corners of his lips curling up as the math's changes pour over his body. He feels a near constant tingle roam through his frame, though it's not the math, but more the excitement of a wish coming true. His hands slowly squeeze as he resists the urge to feel the padding adding to his frame or to squirm as he feels the tug. He cannot restrain his broad smile even as much as he tries to control his giddy excitement.
That odd tugging comes to an abrupt end, and the heat intensifies in the former otter's groin and abdomen. But he. . . she can't really focus on that as her face suddenly alters. Her vision goes blurry for a moment as her nose suddenly balloons out in front of her and there is a distant ache, like a memory of pain as her teeth literally melt in her mouth and reform into a more hippopotamine configuration. Her round, otter ears move up her head and become more mobile and expressive, while a tingling in her scalp heralds the arrival of thick, blonde locks that slowly crawl down her neck and curl in natural ringlets.
