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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And then the potion seeped into his bloodstream, his body funnelling every last drop of it exactly where it needed to go, his head shooting back with a sharp crack against the stone table. Although he was tipped upright, head slanted back, he hissed through his teeth, the temple spinning around him.
Some eyes turned to him and Tyree's heart pounded, stomach lurching, nausea rising as bile threatened to force its way up into his mouth. They were all there, all looking at him, even as Siren managed to break a hind leg free, his foot slinking down into a raptor's reptile-like foot: more like something a massive, predatory bird would have than anything Tyree was familiar with in his travels. The raptor scraped off the remains of the loincloth on his own body, ripping through the fabric, but there was no modesty left under there for him to take in. His tail stretched out as the raptor seemed to experimentally twitch it back and forth, for it would be what balanced him, of course, when he was fully transformed and settled.
"No... Please..."
No... I can fight this, I can hold it off. I just have to remember who I am, who I am. That I'm human, nothing else, not an animal. They can't make me change!
He could not beg and yet he had to also, praying to any listening god that they would get him out of it, even as his guts churned and his organs squished against one another. It was as if someone had their fingers dug into the cavity of their chest and belly, digging around in there, for not even his organs could stay in place, if he was indeed to follow in the footsteps of his friend.
No... No, I'm me... I'm always going to be me.
Tyree coughed and hacked, clenching and unclenching his hands into fists, struggling to stay calm. Yet how could there ever be any calm there when his skin was itching like that? He whined and twisted, bucking his hips and jostling the loincloth -- not because he wanted to expose himself, but just to try to get at his own body. His fingers twitched and he tried to claw at himself, wanting to scratch the itches away, his skin darkening a shade to a sickly form of grey.
Siren's transformation sped towards completion, though he could not spare too much attention to him, a weird amalgamation of human and raptor, covered in feathers, black bands of feathers layering down his arms, which looked like a blend between arms and wings. But Tyree's mind could fill in the gaps in the transformation for himself, as he'd seen the raptors outside, their rounded snouts and the teeth that were often visible outside their mouths, even when their mouths were closed and as soft as it was possible for them to be.
Siren's face settled into the full snout and head of a raptor, no trace of human skin remaining as intelligence faded from Siren's eyes too, his head flat where his ears had been, the brighter blue feathers framing his eyes, cheeks and where his eyebrows would have been too, so many tiny little feathers forming patterns that would be unique to the raptor. Yet Siren held his jaws open in a long, forlorn gape as his teeth sharpened, pulling into the curved points of fangs, even more sprouting from his gums at the back of his jaw. And then there was the push of a tail growing from the base of his spine, which had started as a tuft of feathers and swelling with flesh and new bone. Nearly at its full length, there was nothing Siren could do to take back his humanity, the transformation settling fully over him.
No longer a man, just a beast. And that was the way he would be forevermore.
No... No, that can't be me, it just can't!
Yet Tyree's heaving chest could only take in enough air to focus on the dire nature of his own situation, his eyes wide and wild, glazed with fear. Gone was his arrogance as he howled and thrashed, wrenching his entire body back and forth as if he thought, that time, that something was different, that he would be able to get free that time. His flesh rippled and bulged as he hissed through his teeth, thinking of his body, his humanity, of nothing else. Nothing else mattered.
As long as he clung to his humanity, maybe he could hang on to that to all costs, huffing and panting, straining through.
His body, however, was no longer under his control as his chest ached and the bite of so many feathers sprung to life across his chest, each one stabbing into his skin like the prick of a thousand needles all at once. He howled, his head thrown back, though that only served to smack his skull into the slab, mildly dazing Tyree, if only for a few moments. Pain did not belong there -- not when it was coming from his grotesquely transforming body, of course.
Tyree stared down at his chest in horror, clenching and unclenching his fists, the feathers settling into a rich purple hue, though they started with the softer, downier underlayer. Longer feathers swiftly pulled into place above them, though his body did not entirely feather itself to start off with, oh no.
This... This is not real. None of this is real... No. No!
That would be too easy, of course. The transformation potion, however the people had put it, spread through him, veins darkening as they funnelled it through his body, his body working overtime to convert, to take the form the potion dictated was needed. Everything had to change on a cellular level for that to happen, of course, his back aching as his spine stretched, a tail straining from him first.
And that could have been the worst thing of all as he heaved and panted, trying to lick his lips but finding that his tongue merely wobbled and twitched within his mouth. He shook his head faintly, merely rolling it from side to side, his chin still tipped down as his chest narrowed a little, taking on the shape, very slowly, of a raptor's breastbone.
No... No, this can't be happening... This really...can't...be happening...
I'm Tyree. I'm a man, I'm important, everyone knows who I am. They don't know who they're messing with!
His thoughts came more slowly, as if he was dredging them forth through a mound of sludge, huffing and grunting, his tail growing thickly from the base of his spine.
