This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.
All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.
Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.
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Roberto blinked. Something was different, though he still looked the same, turning his hands over to check the light hair on the backs of his hands, his beard still there when he brought his hands up to his face. Everything felt the same too...but Roberto didn't think that could quite be so.
The world around him was rugged and mountainous -- and he was quite sure that he had only just gone to bed some time ago. Bright and awake, his heart pounded, the dry ground around him begging a rougher climate than the one he felt he had left.
"Where..." He tried, his tongue dry, needing a moment to moisten again as he grunted. "Where am I?"
"You're where you need to be."
He baulked, heart leaping -- but she was nothing to fear. Not the female Argonian, tall and lizard-like with a slim waist and as kind a smile as possible on her reptilian face. She approached him from behind an outcrop of rock, dressed in leather garb as if she was a hunter, though he was very familiar with the Argonian species. After all, he had played as one in Skyrim.
But the difference in him playing as an Argonian had been that he'd been...female in the game.
A tremor ran through him, as if a warming shiver was curling up his spine. Rooted in place, he gasped, lips parting, yet nothing was within Roberto's control.
Not as his night clothes loosened softly around him -- not much, but enough to show how his body was changing. He shuddered bodily, slowing holding his hands out before him, but he couldn't control his body all that much, merely making light, soft movements as his flesh rippled.
"Unff..."
The Argonian with blue-green scales smiled at him, a small pair of horns protruding from her head, pointing back from her skull, though they were neat and not useful for combat.
"Relax," she said gently. "Everything will be okay."
And he had to listen to her, even as his heart settled, the frantic flutter and skip of it easing down into a rhythm he could accept. His skin changed, becoming rougher, hairs falling away, replaced with a leathery kind of scaley skin where Roberto doubted there would be any match in the human world. For it was already evident to him he was no longer in the world he understood, even if the implications of that were not things he could take on, not yet.
The green scales spread down his hands, up his arms, disappearing under the sleeves of his loose nightshirt. Slowly, his waist pulled in, giving him a lighter, more feminine appearance, though he remained strong, his thighs thickening up a little more with muscle. His head itched and hair brushed his face and neck as it fell away, leaving him bald, even drifting from his chin. Roberto breathed out slowly. Maybe it didn't belong there anymore...though he didn't quite know where that thought had come from either.
He grunted and tried to lick his lips, to moisten his dry mouth in any way that he could, though it was more of a challenge than he could have anticipated. That was okay though, for it was not something he had to think about or worry about at all, not as his skull pushed out, lips stretching, fitting a face that would prove very familiar to him.
"Unnnggghhh..."
The female Argonian smiled and rested a comforting hand on his shoulder, though it was unnerving how his flesh rippled under her touch, his shoulders smaller and lightly, the clothes on his top half feeling like they were a little too big. He stood taller, pressing up without thinking about it on to his toes, which dug down into the ground with short, sharp claws forming from the nails. He squirmed from the sharply pinching sensation, as if someone was pressing down on a nail that was no longer present on his body, yet his bare feet twitched with a tougher sole.
That was good too... It was better, for him at least, as he rose a few inches higher, lips parted, though not in a smile. It was difficult to smile as his skull crinkled and crackled uncomfortably, spreading a sensation just like popping candy through his head. Whereas it was not anything that would hurt Roberto, it would have been a lie too to say it was comfortable in any way. His jaw stretched and strained, laying down fresh bone, a deep ache pounding through his face as his teeth grew into sharp points, just like fangs.
Roberto groaned, fingers twitching, though he wasn't able to do more than that as the base of his spine cracked and stretched, protruding from just above his buttocks as it pressed out and out and out. It curled and twisted as it grew, though he already knew what he was becoming -- for the image of another was right there before him, another Argonian soothing and supporting him through the transformation. Even growing a tail just confirmed that as his heart leapt and his new lips broke into a fragile smile.
"There you go," the Argonian reassured him. "The shift is always a challenge. I am Shahvee."
He wanted to tell her who he was -- but how could Roberto possibly do that when he was in the process of becoming someone else, someone more?
For as he grew leaner and more defined, small bone-like protrusions -- not horns, they weren't long enough -- growing around his head and jaw line, something else changed. He was powerful, yes, but there was no longer a sense of masculinity about him, pulling him down another path.
He straightened a little more, eyes wide, a ridge forming softly over his brows as a deeper change took place within his loose trousers. There were cotton, designed for comfort when sleeping when the weather was a little chillier, but his genitals had been free within them. They were no longer free, however, as he stepped into another body, truly, his shaft and balls retracting and smoothing over the flesh of his crotch where they had been.
"Oh..."
His heart leapt, but that was not all there was to it as he tried to breathe slowly and steadily, a little dizzy, the world swaying around him. Not as something soft formed between his legs instead of his male genitalia, slipping up inside him to form another passage and reproductive organs that, somehow, he felt the weight of them forming. Even if Roberto could not see them, he knew they were there.
