[FUR] AFiW: A Change to Four (1/2)
Fox Cutter
one that is outside of the main series. This story is actually set a
few years in the future, and we get to meet the kids as adults.
There is also some new AFiW related art on the website that is related
to the story, so check it out.
Like I always say, this story, and the whole series, can be found on
my website.
--Fox Cutter
(Who's a Lion Morph)
Writer of "A Fox in the Works"
http://www.chaos-keep.com/
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A Fox in the Works
A Change to Four
By:
Fox Cutter
February 1st, 2020
"Look out!" Romana said as she sped around the corner, her
body tucked low over her skates and her tail flying behind
her. She leaned to the side, deftly avoiding a large bull-
morph who had the misfortune to step in her way.
He shot off a few choice words at her retreating back, that
she ignored as she wound her way through the Market. She
easily avoided any further close calls with the pedestrians
as the shops streaked past her.
The young lioness laughed happily to herself as she looped
around a group of surprised looking otters. She adored the
skates her Father had given to her for her twentieth
birthday, just shy of a year before, and wore them as often
as she could; much to the annoyance of Mother Oriana.
She turned in to a small side street of the market, coming
to a quick stop when she found that it was a dead end.
Turning around, she was surprised to find the store front of
the familiar shop, hidden away from the rest of the market.
It was always hard to find, moving around as often as it
did.
With a snap of her tail she caused her skates to vanish,
teleported to a small pocket dimension she had access to.
They were replaced by a pair of knee high boots made of a
fine brown leather with a small heel. They made a soft
clacking sound as she fell the few inches to the ground.
She quickly summoned her staff, causing it to appear in the
air in front of her. Catching it in her hand, she held it
close as she pushed open the shop door. She stepped inside
the shop, the sound of bells ringing out her entrance.
The shopkeeper was an old, balding human who stood a head
shorter than herself. He was dressed casually, like he had
only recently rolled out of bed. She had never bothered to
ask why he never seemed to change his clothing, but she
suspected it had something to do with his magic
"Hello, Romana, what can I do for you today?" he asked,
never bothering to look up from his work.
Letting out a humph in disappointment that her disguise
spell had not work, she walked up to the counter and smiled
at the old man. "I'm looking for a strand of hair from a
centaur's tail."
He looked up at her from over the edge of his glasses which
seemed to be perpetually perched at the end of his nose. He
thought for a few seconds before nodding his head. "I can
provide you with that."
Romana let out a relived sigh. That was the hardest part of
her spell to obtain, and she had been searching for weeks.
"That will be fantastic," she said.
She then moved her staff in the air, triggering a familiar
spell. The jewel at the top of her staff began to glow, as a
list wrote itself out in the air in blue fire. She studied
it for a moment, mentally checking off what she already had.
"I will also need a pair of second level harmonic crystals,
blue in color." With that said, she waved her staff and
caused the letters to fall from the air.
"Won't you need a blood stone as well?" the shopkeeper
asked, and then turned his back to her before she could
answer.
"No, I won't," she answered as the human rummaged though the
boxes that lined the shelves behind the counter.
With a snort he turned back around, a small bag that held a
single coarse hair in one hand and a pair of deformed, egg-
sized stones in the other. Both stones were colored blue, in
fact a much deeper blue than she had expected. "Well then, I
wish you well. Here is what you asked for," he said, then
set all of the items down on the counter in front of him.
"Thank you; I think this will do," the young woman said,
reaching into her pocket and pulling out a spell stone. She
set it down on the counter next to her items. She had spent
the last week making the stone just so she could sell it. It
wasn't easy, but she was pleased with it.
He snapped it up into his fingers, and examined it as a
jeweler would examine a fine stone. A smile crossed over his
weathered face. "This will be more than enough. Where did
you find it?"
"I made it," she replied, picking up her things from the
counter and placing them in her pockets.
The old man nodded his head. "Come back anytime; for this I
will let you have a few more items."
"I'll remember that," she replied.
He nodded, already focusing on something else that had
grasped his attention.
Now that she had her items, she turned around and exited the
shop. Once she was outside she sent her staff away and
looked around to make sure that there was no one to get in
her way.
Once she was satisfied that it was clear, she took a few
running steps and then jumped into the air. When she landed
she was once more in her skates.
The young lioness slipped back into the flow of the market,
not moving as fast as she had before. She was done now. She
had gotten everything that she needed. It was no longer
necessary to rush.
* * *
Romana slipped into her bedroom, having avoided most of her
family while moving through the house. With a happy sigh,
she closed her door and emptied her pockets, dropping her
newly acquired items on the top of her desk.
She fell to her knees and began to search under her bed, her
tail flicking in excitement. She pushed the containers under
the bed around before she uncovered a small wooden box. She
picked up the book and set it down on her desk.
With a wave of her hand and a few choice words, she canceled
the spell on the box, allowing it to be opened. Lifting the
lid, she added her new items to the others that were inside.
She then closed the lid, restored the spell and pushed the
box away.
Opening the drawer of her desk, she pulled out a well-used
notebook. It was filled with many different spells, most of
them unfinished. She flicked the pages until she found the
spell she was going to do that night, and started to read
over it. She wanted to be sure that she had everything
correct. She wouldn't have much opportunity to check them
while she was casting the spell.
She went through the notes. Having read them many times in
the past few weeks it didn't take long to be sure she knew
them. Even so, the suns had set by the time she was
satisfied. She opened the top drawer and removed a box of
white chalk. She then scooped up the wooden box, the chalk
and her notes, and stepped out of her room.
The young lioness snuck quickly through the large house,
being as stealthy as she could. She did not wish to be
caught, as she wouldn't be able to easily explain what she
was trying to do to her family, at least not until it was
finished.
To her own relief she managed to traverse the hallway
without incident. Slipping inside her chosen room she closed
and locked the door behind herself. Both physically and
magically.
Letting out a long breath, she glanced around the room,
making sure it was as she had left it. It was one of the
house's three Great rooms, but many years before it had been
converted into a bedroom.
The only person who had been in the room for the last few
years was Romana herself. She had been spending her evenings
there, first cleaning the dirt from the floor, then drawing
a seven-pointed star at the center of the room. Each part of
the star was filled with runes and words, arranged to help
move and channel her magic. It was almost completed. It only
needed a bit more work for her to cast the spell.
The floor was cold against her bare feet as she walked
across the room. With it being officially empty, it wasn't
heated like the rest of the house, and the hard wood floors
held the cold like ice. What was worse was that she couldn't
cast a spell to warm herself, not this time. Any other
spells would get in the way.
She set her items down on a small table next to the star.
There were already other items waiting for her there: A
bottle of water, a small bowl, and a bag of herbs that had
been ground into a fine powder.
Opening her notes she turned them to the page for the spell,
carefully turning them until she came to the section that
she would need. She copied down a few notes onto a clean
piece of paper, then tore it out of her notebook and tucked
it into the metal spiral that decorated her left arm.
Then, in what was a long-practiced move, she grabbed the
bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her head and threw
it down onto the floor. She adjusted her sports bra over her
fur until it was fitting her comfortably.
For a few moments she pondered what her parents would think
if they knew she did much of her magic top-less. She found
it simply more comfortable to work with just a bra and not
have the fabric of her shirt get in her way.
The young woman removed a piece of chalk from her box and
walked gingerly into the center of her star, making sure not
to smudge any of her careful work. She settled down onto her
knees and closed her eyes, pausing a moment to compose
herself. The spell was long and complex, and she needed to
be as relaxed as possible to perform it properly.
Slowly she slipped into a light meditation, running over the
spell once more in her mind, making certain every part was
exactly as it should be.
Once she was ready, she opened her eyes and looked down at
the unfinished symbols on the floor. Brushing a lock of
blond hair from her eyes, she called up her magic, infusing
the chalk with it as she started to draw the last of the
runes.
She worked slowly and with great care, making sure each one
was perfect. It was exacting work, and even though it was
only a few dozen symbols it took her over an hour until she
finished the last one. Once it was done she took out her
notes and checked her work against them, just to be sure.
A feeling of magic started to fill the air around her. It
created a magical glow in the room, growing stronger with
each passing moment until even her father would have felt
it. It was tingling over her, lifting her fur as the lines
of the star began to glow.
Romana stood up, arching her back a bit to relieve the
twinge in her spine. Her muscles cramped for a moment,
bringing a gasp from her before it faded away. The pain was
half caused by spending the last hour bent over on her
knees, and the rest was caused by the constant flow of magic
through her body.
Rolling her shoulders a bit she walked back out of the
center of the star and returned to the table. The feeling of
magic lessened as she left the star. It was reassuring as it
meant that no one else in the house would feel it.
She turned her attention to the wooden box, opening the lid
and removing the seven blue crystals. With them in her hand
she returned to the star, placing one at each of the seven
points before returning to the table.
Next she opened the bag of herbs and poured them into the
bowl. She took out the centaur tail hair from the box and a
clump of red fur, which joined the herbs. The last item in
the box was a long hollow reed, with which she began to stir
the mixture as she slowly poured in the water. She started
to whisper a long spell as she mixed the elements together
until they had become a thick gray paste.
Finally came the part she wasn't looking forward to, but had
to do. She took a step back and unfastened her pants,
letting them drop away from her legs to join her shirt on
the floor.
The young lioness pulled the reed out of the mixture, which
came out clean. She used the tip of her claw to cut a sharp
point at the end of the reed.
Gritting her teeth, she took the reed in her hand, then
stabbed it down into her thigh. It wasn't hard, but still
went deep enough to break the skin and draw fresh blood.
Romana used the bloody tip to stir the paste again, keying
it to herself. Once it was mixed in, she set the reed aside
and placed her hands into the paste, picking up a large
handful which she began to work into the fur of her legs.
After half an hour of slow work she had covered herself from
the waist down -- legs, tail, panties and all. It had
started to dry in her fur, and was threatening to flake off
if she didn't move fast.
Without much time left, she gathered up a large white stone
and her bloodstone from the box, and then picked up one last
piece of chalk. She took them all with her into the center
of the star and sat down, folding her legs under herself.
She placed the stones into her lap and took up the piece of
chalk. She reached out to the one gap in the lines that made
up the star, and then connected the ends with a special
symbol, sealing the spell. As soon as it was closed the
magic started to flow around her.
The edge of the star began to glow a soft white color, the
blue stones at each point flaring like candles. Flickering
light seemed to flood the room, muting out all the other
light sources.
Romana closed her eyes, taking the two stones from her lap
and holding them close to her chest as she began to chant.
The words flowed off her lips with practiced ease. The
symbols in the star started to glow, light filling each arm,
leaving only the center clear.
Her words grew stronger as she opened her reserves of magic.
She felt the power flow over her body, her legs tingling
with the magic as the paste started to glow with its own
light. The points of the star began to lift from the floor,
closing around her, stretching out and curving over her head
until the points touched. The arms closed in tight around
the young lioness until she was wrapped in the magic.
Rolling her head back, she opened her eyes, staring into the
light that filled her world. A smile played over her lips as
she took in a breath, then whispered the last word of the
spell.
In an instant the magic tightened around her, pulling closer
to her body and rushing into her flesh. It was pain and
pleasure all at once, and Romana let out a strangled howl;
the sound of which was swallowed by her magic. The light
grew ever brighter around her, wrapping around her legs and
tail, digging through every cell of her lower body.
Then with a flash the magic was gone, fading away and
leaving Romana blinking in the sudden darkness. The spell
was completed, the magic gone now that it had flowed in its
charted course. Now that it was over she did the only thing
that was left for her to do.
She simply passed out.
* * *
Sunlight -- that was the first thing that Romana became
aware of. The light of the rising suns was shining down onto
her face, warming her fur and the skin underneath. A soft
groan slipped from her lips as aches and pains started to
make themselves known. Her back was stiff, and one arm was
pinned under her body. She lifted her free arm to block the
sun, blinking the magic sleep from her eyes.
'It's morning,' she thought to herself, lifting up her upper
body to pull her arm free. Pins and needles flooded over the
fur as the circulation began to return.
"The spell!" she cried out as she started to fully wake up.
She spun around to look behind herself, letting out a
pleased yelp. Her whole lower body had changed into that of
a full lioness. Four large feet were now splayed out under
her added bulk, and her tail was flicking against the floor
in the distance.
She moved one of her hands back down her back, just touching
the fur where her expanded body began. It was real, the fur
tickled at her paw-pads as she stroked the new addition. She
could not only feel her new body, but she could feel the
touch on her new flesh.
"I did it! I'm a lion'taur!" she cried out, throwing her
arms into the air. With a long whoop she tried to rise to
her four feet.
Instead of getting up, she ended up kicking her four legs in
all different directions. She only managed to roll onto her
side, kicking away the remains of her ruined panties in the
process.
A small grunt escaped her as she tried again. She hadn't
expected it to be easy, but after spending years being able
to naturally become a full lioness, she felt it shouldn't
take much skill to master her new form.
With careful and deliberate moves she tried to pull her
forelegs up to her body, just as she would as a normal
lioness. Instead they both twitched a bit, but nothing
actually moved.
The transformed 'taur frowned, and tried to move her hind
legs, but had no greater luck. They did actually move, but
not as intended, slipping more to the side than up under her
belly.
Her tail tuft tapped the ground, showing her impatience. She
used her arms to lift herself upward, then rolled her lower
body into a more correct position.
All she succeeded in doing was to pin her paws under her new
bulk.
Romana decided to ignore the problems with her legs and see
if the spell had any other effects on her. After a few
moments of investigation she found that her upper body had
grown to match the scale of her new addition. Her sports bra
was tighter than it had been the night before, and the
spiral arm band was snug against her skin.
Satisfied for the moment, she looked around herself,
searching for the two stones she had been holding during the
spell. The blood stone was just out of reach, glowing a dull
red in the sunlight, but the second gem was just within her
grasp.
She had to lay her upper body flat to the ground to reach
it, catching it with the tips of her fingers. She sat back
up, rubbing her stomach where she had bent. It felt
different than normal, her new build making it uncomfortable
to lay like that now.
She looked at the stone, holding it in the light. The white
of the stone was almost gone, replaced with a soft lavender
color, highlighting the flecks of gold that still hung
inside. Only a few spots of white remained in the stone, and
they were quickly fading away as she watched.
Romana's ears twisted happily. The spell was almost done,
and quicker than she had ever expected. She had thought it
would take a full day until the last of the change was
anchored. She looked deeper into the stone, searching for
any further traces of white, but there was just the handful
that had nearly faded away.
The moments ticked away as she watched the stone, her eyes
scanning from one point of white to another, catching each
one as it slowly evaporated from inside the stone. Finally
there was none remaining, leaving just the lavender behind.
With a smile, she set the stone down in front of herself. It
was the focus of the spell, the key stone that it all hinged
on, and now that the color had changed the spell was
complete. Not only was she changed, but her natural
abilities had 'learned' her new form.
She turned to stroke her new flank with one hand as she
closed her eyes. Her focus turned inside of her mind as she
searched out the ability to shift from morphic lioness to a
full lioness. It was much the same ability that her father
had, only weaker. She, Adric and Emmitt all had the ability
to change from morphic to non-morphic at will.
As her mental fingers brushed the surface of her power, she
felt the touch of a new form, resting with her others. With
a simple push, she found herself sitting on her knees,
bipedal once more. With a smile she returned to her 'taur
form to be sure she could control it. Satisfied she put
herself back as she should be.
There were a few moments of dizziness. Shifting so many
times so quickly had been a fierce drain on her resources.
She leaned forward a bit, her hands holding onto the floor
as the room spun around her for a few moments longer than
she had expected.
Shaking her head clear, she lifted herself to her feet.
There came a few moments of unsteadiness, followed by a
flair of pain down her back. She winced, touching the point
on her back where the pain had originated. It was kickback
from the spell, a side effect of using so much magic at
once.
It had been her hope to avoid the pain, clearly it hadn't
worked as well as she'd expected. From experience she knew
the pain would slowly grow worse the rest of the day and
into the next before it finally went away. It was simply
part of the price of the spell.
She retrieved the remains of her panties from the floor,
ripped apart by the addition to her body. She scolded
herself for not bringing an extra pair.
Instead she slipped back into the rest of her clothing,
moving stiffly as the pain increased. She gathered up the
rest of her things. Of the seven blue stones, nothing
remained but dust on the floor. The seven-pointed star had
fared no better, having been erased by the magic.
There was no sign that anything magical had happened the
night before.
With her box under one arm, and her notes under the other,
she spoke the words that unlocked the door. She padded into
the hallway, heading for her room. She wanted a nice long
shower, some fresh clothing, and breakfast. A very _large_
breakfast. It felt like she hadn't eaten in a month.
* * *
February 12th, 2020
Romana let out a long growl in frustration as she tried to
move her forepaws under herself, only to fail once more. In
the last ten days she had spent every moment that she could
in her new form, but she hadn't even mastered the basic
control she needed just to stand upright.
Today she was outside, under the noonday suns that flickered
between the leaves of the trees above her. The backyard was
safe enough for now, and the large trees gave her something
to use for support.
She closed her eyes and rubbed her fingers on the top of her
muzzle. She had promised herself she couldn't step back
inside until she mastered at least standing up, but after
four hours she hadn't moved.
The young lioness ran her hands over her large body,
stroking the soft fur, a purr coming from deep inside of
her. She found it exhilarating to be a 'taur. The body had
strength and power to spare, she could feel it every time
she tried to move, but it was useless to her if she couldn't
even get onto all fours!
The only part of her new body that she had any control of
was her tail, and there wasn't very much she could do with
that.
Finally she let out a sigh and rested her head against the
tree, feeling the rough bark on the fur of her cheek. "I
must have screwed up the spell," she said under her breath.
That was the only thing she could think of; it was suppose
to have allowed her to use the body, not to fumble around
like a child.
She tried to think of what to do, and who she could turn to.
Little Fox was back on his world for a few more months, and
Elena would simply tell her parents what she had done. They
were the only 'taurs she knew. There was no point in talking
to Salie, it was to late to fix the spell, and once again it
would come back to her parents.
Closing her eyes she tried to think. After a few short
moments she found herself starting to drift off into
slumber, the exertion of the day having drained her. She
tried to fight it off, not wanting to risk someone coming
home before she could change back.
It came as a terrible surprised to her when she opened her
eyes and discovered that it was already too late. Standing a
few feet, her hands on her hips and her large skunk tail
held in the air was her sister, Becky.
"And what is this about?" she asked her eyes tracking over
the addition to her younger sister.
Romana blushed a bit, tucking her tail around her rump.
"Hello, Beca," she said lamely, dropping one hand over her
eyes. "You're back early."
She walked closer to her sister, an odd look on her eyes.
"What exactly is it you have done to yourself here? With the
four feet and all?" she asked with a smirk.
A blush crossed over her face as she pressed down her hand,
blocking out the look on the skunk's face. "Just trying out
a lion'taur form," the young woman answered after a moment,
hoping it would be enough for the skunk to go on her way.
"Really? I'm surprised Salie would have taught you a spell
like that. Last I remember she said you lacked the control
to properly perform them," she said with a tisk, then placed
a hand on Romana's shoulder.
"It's just that... um..." she paused, struggling to come up
with some kind of response that didn't sound like a horrid
lie. Nothing came to her.
Romana felt Beca's fingers wrap around her wrist and pull
her hand away from her eyes. Blinking she found herself
looking right into her sister's soft blue eyes, framed
around the black stripe of fur that ran down her muzzle.
"Salie didn't teach you this spell, did she?" Beca asked in
a soft tone, not accusing, but just curious. A curiosity
that was reflected in her eyes.
"No. I made it myself."
"It looks good on you, but why the change?" she asked,
dropping the lioness' wrist and taking a step back to look
at her.
Romana frowned and dropped her eyes. She noticed in passing
that Beca was wearing a knee length skirt. It was a change
from the pants that she normally wore. "It's not that simple
to explain."
The skunk huffed and settled herself down cross-legged in
front of her sister, brushing her skirt out over her legs.
"Mom, Dad, Rhea and Emmitt won't be home for a few more
hours. You have time to explain as much as you wish to me,
and I'll sit here, listening to it all."
Romana tried to shift her bulk, but only caused a twitch
down her flank. "It's partly Little Fox's fault."
"Oh really?"
She paused, hoping that it would be enough explanation, but
she could tell from the look of Beca's face that she would
have to go on. "Yes, Adric and I used to watch him all the
time when he came to visit. I'm sure you remember."
"I remember all three of us getting grounded for trying to
ride him."
Romana laughed, the memory coming back to her in a flash.
"After Adric and I discovered that we could shift, we both
wanted to be 'taurs. I remember begging Dad to talk Salie
into finding a way to change us. He didn't of course."
The skunk woman nodded her head. "So, how long have you been
planning to do this?"
"Years," she admitted, glancing down at her large forepaws.
"Ever since I learned my first transformation spell. That
night I remember laying in bed, thinking about what
happened, and that I could use it to bring fruition to this
dream. I toyed with it for a couple years, but I was never
able to work out the details like I wanted."
"But now you could?"
She nodded her head. "I realized that I could use my natural
ability, amplify it so it was strong enough that it would
absorb the transformation spell. I wouldn't just be changing
myself, I would be learning a whole new form."
"So you have control over this?" Beca asked, her large tail
twitching over her back.
Romana smiled shyly. "Yes, I would demonstrate it, but I
wouldn't exactly be decent," she replied, motioning to the
neat pile that contained both her pants and her underwear.
The skunk girl chuckled softly. "I don't think I want that
kind of view of my sister," she said, then shook her head.
"I'm glad to see that your spell worked."
"Not completely, I can't move in this body," the 'taur
replied.
"You're paralyzed?" A look of horror starting to build on
her face.
Romana shook her head. "No, I just can't seem to control
it." As an example she tried to stand up, which only
resulted in twitching some muscles in her hind legs.
"Interesting," Beca replied, tapping her fingers together.
"Maybe I can help?"
"How would you do that?" she asked, crossing her arms over
her chest.
"By starting with baby steps," she said, standing up and
brushing off her skirt. "Roll onto your side."
"What?"
"Trust me," the skunk said, walking to stand next to the
'taur's long body. "Just roll onto your side, and I'll show
you."
Romana looked at her sister in curiosity for a few moments
then decided that it would be best to trust her. "All
right," she said. She then twisted her upper body around,
using it to pull her lower body to the side, but it wasn't
enough.
"You're going to have to push me," she said with a blush.
With a nod, Beca bent over and pressed her hands against her
sister's large bulk, pushing against it as she slowly rolled
over onto her side.
Much to her embarrassment, Romana let out a long purr at the
touch. It was the first time someone else had touched her
new form, and it felt fantastic, better than she had ever
expected.
"There," Beca said, sitting down at the 'taur's forepaws.
Gingerly she took one of the forelegs in her hands. "Ready?"
"For what? I'm still not sure what you are planing on
doing," she asked, one arm resting on the ground, her palm
propping her head so she could look over her bulk and at her
older sister.
"Just pay attention to your body," she said, then started to
pull on the leg, slowly extending it out to its full length.
Romana gasped as she felt the new muscles move for the first
time. She could feel the power trapped inside, just waiting
for her to learn how to release it.
"You can feel how everything is moving?" Beca asked, slowly
pushing the leg back against her large body.
She nodded.
"I'm going to keep doing this for bit. You need to
concentrate on how the muscles move. While I'm moving them,
I want you to try and move them yourself."
Romana nodded her head. "I see. That makes a lot of sense."
"Now hurry up and learn this. Everyone else will be back
soon. We don't want them to catch you like this," the skunk
replied.
"At least not until I can use it properly. Thank you for
covering for me, Beca, and for your help."
"You're my younger sister, what else could I do?"
* * *
March 18th, 2020
Romana stared up at the roof of her bedroom, watching as the
light from the rising suns slowly crept over the flat
surface. It moved slowly, inch by inch, and she had been
watching it for the last hour.
She hadn't slept at all the night before, and her stomach
was starting to seriously bother her. She knew she was
coming down with something, probably some sort of flu, but
it had never been this bad before.
It also meant that she wouldn't be able to spent any time
that day in her 'taur form, which disappointed her. It had
been almost a month since she'd had an opportunity to slip
into that body for more than a few moments.
It wasn't for lack of trying. Both she and Beca had been
trying hard to arrange it for some time, but their plans had
been throw off by a surprise trip back to Earth. One of her
cousins had gotten married, and everyone was invited.
The trip had been a grand old time. It was also the first
time they had been able to go to Earth without disguises.
The world had finally changed enough that they could safely
go about in their natural forms.
Both Beca and herself had been looking forward to today.
With three hours alone in the house they had lots of time to
work on her movement. Now that looked like it might not
happen, unless she managed to find a way to feel better.
She rolled over in her bed and wrapped a hand against her
stomach, pressing firmly on it. She was starting to worry
that the discomfort had been caused by all the food she had
been eating in the last week. It felt like she was always
starving.
As her belly churned under her touch she let out a grunt and
gave up on trying to sleep. Rolling out of bed she stood up
and found herself light headed. She held herself in place
for a moment until it cleared, then pulled on her robe.
Closing it over her body she wandered out of her room.
One hand was pressed against her belly, trying to hold it in
place, the other was against her forehead as each step sent
waves of nausea rolling over her body. She stumbled along,
occasionally pausing to allow her body to settle before
continuing on her way.
She was halfway to the kitchen when she felt her stomach
role around inside of her. Gasping slightly she rushed as
fast as she could to the hall bathroom, then brought up most
of her dinner.
Wiping her face clean she curled up on the bathroom floor.
Whimpering softly, she felt the acid still on her tongue and
lips. She tried to spit it off, but couldn't find the
energy.
The cold of the tile floor was seeping though her thin robe
and pulling the heat away from her skin. She whimpered
again, trying to roll her body, but found she was too weak
to move. Eventually she started to cry; She didn't know what
was wrong with her, but she knew she had to get help.
A squeak came from the hallway, the sound of someone walking
past the bathroom door. She let out a gasp, trying to call
out for help, but only a long moan came out.
It was enough, as a few moments later the door was pushed
open against her feet. The familiar face of her younger
bother looked in, his still thin mane ruffled around his
face. "Romana?" Emmitt asked, looking at her for a moment
before realization struck the teenager. "I'll get help!" he
said, and then rushed out of the room.
She let out a soft whimper and curled tighter on the floor.
Her eyes drifted closed as she shivered in the growing cold.
Finally her awareness started to drift away.
The feeling of a hand on her shoulder and her body being
shaken pulled her back from the darkness. "Wake up hon, wake
up." It was the familiar sound of her father's voice.
Romana pulled her eyes open, trying to focus on the outlines
of her father's face. "Daddy?" she asked, feeling so very
ill.
"Stay awake, Romana, please stay awake. There's something
important you need to do," he said, leaning in close to her,
his hand stroking over the side of her face.
She blinked, trying to clear her eyes, but nothing came into
focus. "What is it?" she asked quietly.
"Change into your new form," he said.
The young lioness looked up into his eyes, surprised that he
knew about her change. Her first reaction was to deny
everything. "New form?" she asked.
Her father nodded his head. "Yes, the lioness'taur. I know
all about it. Please shift into it."
She gulped and nodded her head, shivering from how cold she
was. She rolled over onto her side, trying to find it in her
to shift. It was hard, so very hard, her body didn't want to
move, and it wanted to change form even less. It took
everything she had to force her body to change.
Once the change started it moved quickly, her body swelling
out, her lower half expanding, twisting until she was a
'taur.
The pain in her body ebbed as the new form took hold, and
exhaustion crested over her body. Letting out a sigh, she
closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
* * *
March 20th, 2020
Romana's eyes flickered and slowly opened, the sound of
distant conversation drifting around the edge of her
hearing. She felt refreshed, like she had finally slept for
the first time in a month.
As her vision cleared she found herself staring at a large
window, which looked out onto a distance hillside. It was
framed by a plain white wall, one that had never been in her
room.
She tried to roll over, but found that her movement was
restrained. Looking down at herself she discovered that she
was in her full 'taur form, and she was lying in a special
hospital bed.
"What happened?" she asked, searching her memory.
"I'm afraid you hurt yourself," a very disappointed voice
said from the other side of the room.
With a gulp, she turned herself around as best she could.
Her father was sitting in the room with her, his hands
resting on top of his cane, and a look of disappointment of
his face that matched the tone of his voice.
"Hurt myself?" she asked, blushing a bit as she looked down
at her body. Only the simple hospital gown protected her
modesty.
He nodded, brushing a hand through his short cut hair. "The
spell you did; I'm not sure what happened, but it didn't
just give you a new form. Instead it reshaped every part of
you, including your soul."
She blanched, touching her hand to her chest. "My soul?"
"Yes, hon, you never really spent much time in your new
form, not as much as you needed. You became soul sick," he
said.
"Just like you." A sick feeling filled her stomach as she
finally understood what had happened.
He shook his head. "Not just like me. You shifting ability
isn't as strong as mine, so you'll have to spend more time
in this new form, with less leeway than I have."
The transformed lioness frowned and said: "Oh."
"We might be able to fix it, but we'll need Milgrove's help
for that. Beca is trying to track hir down, but there's
another problem we have to deal with first," as he spoke his
face fell even further.
"What problem?" she asked, leaning closer to her father.
He signed and reached out, placing his hand on her large
flank. "Beca said that you can't control this body."
"I'm learning," she said with a long sigh of disappointed
that Beca had told anything to her father. "It isn't easy,
nothing is working the way I thought it would."
"Which was why you didn't spent a lot of time like this," he
replied. "You're going to have to learn it, and learn it
soon. Your mothers and I have been talking, and we've
decided that physical therapy would be the best choice for
you."
The young woman hated it when her parents made decisions for
her behind her back. She was an adult, on every world they
lived on, and they had no right to make decisions for her.
She wanted to protest it, but decided to keep her muzzle
closed; she knew they would talk about it later.
Her father gathered himself up a bit as he spoke. "You've
also been form-locked. You are staying in this form until
the doctors are satisfied that you have full control of it."
Anger flashed across her face, her ears pulling flat as she
snarled. "You form-locked me?!"
"Yes. When I'm satisfied that you're well, it will be
lifted. Until then, you will not be able to change at all."
Romana tried to gather herself, but the anger that was
rushing through her made it hard to say anything. "I... I
can't believe you did that to me!"
"And I can't believe you cast a spell like this on yourself
without testing it first. You have no idea what it could
have done to you, it could even have killed you. You know
better than that," he said. There was no anger in his point,
and the disappointment was gone as well.
She huffed and turned away from him. "I know it was dumb,
but I wanted to do it, and I was sure it would be safe," she
signed, looking down at herself. "I was mostly right."
"That 'mostly' is the problem. I'm sorry, Romana, but it's
for your own good, no matter how much I hate saying that,"
he said, placing his face into his hands.
She had nothing to say in response to that.
They sat in silence for a few minuets before her father
stood up. "Your first session will be tomorrow, I'll be here
for it," he said.
"I would rather go it alone," she said, turning away from
him.
"Alright, kiddo, if that's what you want. I'm going to go. I
don't think my being here is helping you any. If you need
me, if you need any one of us, just call, okay?"
She still didn't say anything. After a few moments passed
her father sighed and walked out of the door, his shoulders
slumped over in sadness.
As the door closed behind him she dropped her face into her
hands and started to cry.
* * *
April 16th, 2020
Romana rested in the warm water of the pool, her head laying
on her folded arms, which in turn rested on the edge of the
pool. She had her eyes closed, trying to block out the world
around her, but the stink of the chlorine wouldn't be
ignored.
She was waiting for the therapists to hoist her out of the
pool, and she was feeling frustrated. She had nothing to
show for a month of work, she couldn't walk, she couldn't
even roll over all the way. The only reason she was
'standing', as false as it was, was the long brace that she
was lying on, her paws just inches from the bottom of the
pool.
"This is so fucked up," she said with a sigh. She hated
being trapped; in the water, the bed, or in her own body.
She just wanted to be herself again, just to walk on two
legs and be able to move herself. She just wanted to be
normal again, but her father had seen to that.
There was a splash as someone jumped into the water, the
waves washing over her shoulders and soaking her hair. She
snorted a bit and flicked her ears. "It's about time, I've
been waiting forever," she said, looking up.
She had expected to see one of the physical therapists is
the pool with her -- the better to strap her large body into
the hoist. She was surprised to find that it was someone
quite different.
"Bad day?" Adric asked, a small smile on his lips. Her twin
bother, younger by only a few minutes, relaxed in the water
next to her.
A mix of emotions crossed through her. She wanted to reach
out and hug him, happy to see a familiar face, but she was
also angry that this was the very first time he had come to
visit. She knew that his classes would have prevented such a
trip, but she though he could make an exception for her as
they hadn't seen each other since the trip to Earth.
Finally her happiness won out, and she wrapped her arms
around him, pulling him to her chest. "I'm glad to see you,
but what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in school?"
she asked.
He returned the hug, holding her for a few moments before
pulling back. "Class just started, so I had time to come and
visit," the young lion looked over her transformed body. "I
like what you've done with yourself," he said.
The young woman blushed a bit, and tried to move away, but
failed completely. "I'm sorry you have to see me like this.
I feel stupid about what I did."
"It does look nice on you," he said, pulling back a bit.
"Thank you."
Reaching out he placed his hand on her large flank. "Feels
strong," he said.
"I wish I could show you, but I'm stuck here," Romana said,
slapping at the water.
He nodded, the look on his face made it clear that he
already knew what had happened. "That's terrible," he said.
"It is," she said, placing a hand over her face. She could
feel tears starting to prick at the corner of her eyes. "I'm
so angry about this. Angry at Dad for putting me here, for
form-locking me, for leaving me stuck like this."
Adric nodded slowly, licking his lips before he spoke. "I
see... well if it's any consolation, your breasts are
bigger," he said.
The heat of the blush moved across her face so fast that she
was surprised her fur didn't start to smolder. She looked
down at herself, and at her exposed cleavage. For her
sessions in the pool she wore a bikini top, as her normal
one-piece suit wouldn't fit anymore, and it showed off more
than she was used to.
Her brother chuckled a bit. "This from the woman who always
wears sexy shoes."
"You have your way of showing off, and I have mine," she
replied.
"That body is all about showing off. You really can't hide
being a 'taur, not here, and definitely not on Hr'raal," he
said, moving a bit closer to her. He ran a hand over her
foreleg, stroking the wet fur through the water. "Once you
get all the kinks worked out, I wouldn't mind being like
this myself. Though not permanently."
"I think that can be arranged."
They shared a quick look for a few moments, but she couldn't
think of anything more to say, and apparently he couldn't
either.
A small smile crossed over Adric's face, then he took in a
deep breath and dove under the water. She watched him move
under the surface, his hands clinging to her front leg as he
pulled himself deeper. Then, without warning, he started to
tickle the pads of her feet.
Letting out a short gasp and a burst of laughter she pulled
her paw away from his twitching fingers. "No fair!" she
cried out, slapping water in his face as she surface.
He laughed, pushing his long hair away from his face and
smirking at him. Water was running down his face and
dripping from the bottom of his muzzle.
"Don't do that!" she snapped at him.
Adric's smirk grew wider as he pressed closer to her. "Do
what?"
"Tickle me!"
He shook his head. "Funny, I thought I was making you move
your leg."
There was a moment of silence before she looked down and
stared at her feet through the rippling water. "I moved my
paw," she said.
"Yes you did. The doctor was right; you do need a different
kind of therapy. Being stuck in the hospital won't help you,
you need something more personal."
Romana looked up at him. "What are you suggesting?"
Her brother tilted his head to the side for a few moments
before smiling at her. "Your therapist thinks you'll do
better in a familiar place with a familiar face. We can go
to the lake house, you and me. He's willing to show me what
to do to teach you how to walk again. I won't be alone, but
it will be just you and me most of the time."
"Father wouldn't allow it," she said, pouting a bit.
"Who says we have to tell him," he replied, climbing out of
the water and resting on the lip of the pool. He tugged at
the legs of his swimming trunks, keeping them from sticking
to his fur.
Romana sighed. "Everyone," she said.
"Sis, you're an adult, you can do what you want. Your
therapist agrees with me, and won't stop you. To be honest,
it was his idea. We don't have to tell our parents, we'll
just nip off and they won't really know until you can walk
home."
She sat in the water, digesting what he said, trying to
decide if what he was saying was a good idea or not. It
wasn't like being in the hospital was helping her, all she
had succeeded in doing was sulking. A change couldn't hurt
at all, and with his help she had done more than she had
since the transformation.
"Well then, Adric, when do we leave?" she asked.
"In a few hours," he told her, picking up a towel and
starting to pat his fur dry. "It's going to be a lot of work
for both of us. I'll get someone to get you out of the
pool."
She reacted out, grabbing at his leg as he started to walk
away. The younger man turned back to look at her.
"Thank you," she said.
"I couldn't do anything less for you," he replied, a knowing
smile fluttering across his muzzle.
* * *
April 27th, 2020
Romana flipped the pages in her notebook, looking over the
notes and carefully written symbols of the transformation
spell. She ignored the meal in front of her, as she had for
the last hour, only occasionally taking a bite.
Tapping the eraser of her pencil against her nose, she stuck
her tongue out slightly, trying to work out a complex part
of the spell. She turned the runes around in her mind,
trying to work out any interactions she might have missed.
With a flash it came to her, and she let out a pleased
squeak. "That's it!" the young lioness'taur declared as she
quickly adjusted her nose.
Adric looked up from his books. "What is it?" he asked.
A smile crossed face. "Why the spell power was too strong in
the magical attachment. This is part of why it didn't work
the way I wanted it to," she said. Her smile fell a bit as
she continued. "Now I just need to work out how I changed my
soul."
Her brother thought for a moment, and then carefully closed
his book. While she had been learning to use her body, a
slow process, but one that was moving forward, he had been
studying for his classes. He had already earned his
Engineering degree, and was now trying to get his masters in
starship design.
"Will that help you turn back?" he asked.
She paused for a moment, fluttering the pages of her
notebook. "No, not really. I'm stuck like this until Dad
releases the form-lock."
"Then what's the point?"
The smile returned to her face for a moment, her ears
perking up. "Well, when I fix the spell, I can use it on
you. It would be just another form, not like me."
The younger of the pair tisked gently. "Maybe you should
have Salie look at it, she is your teacher after all," he
suggested.
Shaking her head she set the notebook down. "No, no need. I
can do this myself."
"Doing it yourself is how you got stuck in this form," he
said, returning to his book.
"I'm stuck in this form because of Dad," Romana replied as
she finally started into her meal. She stuck her tongue out
when she realized it was cold. Crossing her forepaws,
something she could now do, she pushed the plate away.
"Could you reheat this?" she asked.
"Do it yourself," he said from behind his books.
"I still can't stand," she replied.
"Who's fault is that?" His voice was cold.
The young woman signed. "What is wrong with you today?"
"I'm trying to get my homework done, and I need to
concentrate," he replied. He was still hidden behind the
book, but it was clear he was speaking through clenched
teeth.
"And I'm going to need to get back to my room soon, I do
need to work my legs," she said.
Adric snapped his textbook closed and glared at her. "Then
either do it yourself, or wait until I'm done."
"We don't need the attitude," she snapped in reply.
He glared at her for a moment, then started gathering up his
books. "If you want to talk to me, I'll be in the living
room," he said as he climbed to his feet.
"Adric! What has gotten into you?" she demeaned, trying to
move to block his path. Her four legs moved, but not enough
to move her substantial bulk.
The young man came to a stop, turning to look at her. His
ears were pulled down into his black hair and his blue eyes
flaring. "I'm a bit tired of you," he said.
"Of me?" she asked, surprised and slightly wounded.
"Yes of you, and how you are acting. You have done nothing
but wallow in self-pity since we came here, and how it's not
your fault."
"Well if Dad hadn't--"
Adric threw his books to the ground with a surprising amount
of force. "Dad isn't the reason you are stuck on all fours.
Dad isn't the reason you were soul sick to the point that
you had to go to the hospital. You did this to yourself!" he
bellowed out, using much of the lung capacity they had
inherited from their father.
Romana pulled back, looking at her brother in amazement and
horror. "But Dad form-locked me," she said in a weak voice.
"Because of what _you_ did to _yourself_. Everything that
has happened was because you did it to yourself, and I'm
sick of hearing about how it's Dad's fault. You're not a
child, so I suggest you start talking responsibility for
your own actions," he said, gathering up his books and
walking through the archway into the living room of the
small house.
The young woman watched him go, his tail shaking in
agitation as he vanished around the corner. She stared at
the doorway, trying to understand the way he had been
acting. Could Adric have been right? Could it have actually
been her fault?
Leaning back she looked down at her body, flexing her hands
until the claws slide slightly free. She didn't know what to
say to him, how to make him feel better. She reached for
anything she could think of. "I'll have Salie look over the
spell," she said.
Her brother had nothing to say in response.
* * *
The day passed slowly for Romana. By late evening, she was
still in the kitchen, and had been the whole day. She had
managed to move herself around a little bit, and tried as
much as she could to stand up, but she couldn't get all four
legs moving in conjunction.
What was worse was that her stomach was growing persistent
for food. It had started as a small ache, but was beginning
to make her uncomfortable.
Her frustration was compounded by the fact that Adric had
left a few hours before. The only comment he had made was
the slamming of the door on his way out. She had tried to
talk to him throughout the day, but it seemed to only cause
his anger to flair, and now she was left in the failing
light as the sun started to set over the lake.
"Damn it, Adric, what do you think you're doing?" she asked
the darkening room, but no answer came.
Sighing, she looked to where the light switch was, only a
dozen feet away across the tile floor. If she didn't want to
be left in the dark, she was going to have to turn it on
herself.
Slowly she started to move herself to it, first pushing with
her hind legs, then pulling with her front. It wasn't easy,
her upper body upset her center of balance, making her
wobble, but she was able to move.
The young lioness marked time by the setting of the sun. She
moved inch by inch as the suns reached the water, and
slipped further behind the horizon. The night had finally
fallen completely by the time the light switch was in reach,
the only real light coming from the neighboring houses.
The lights flared on, bright enough to blind her for a
moment. She brought her arm up to cover her eyes, blinking a
bit as she adjusted to the sudden change.
She placed both hands on her face, panting softly. She was
drenched with sweat; it clung to her body and soaked her
fur. It had taken her as much work to move only a few feet
in an hour as it had to run a mile before her change.
Leaning her upper body against a wall she let out a sigh. If
she had know how much work it took to be 'taur, she might
have had second thoughts about doing her spell.
Romana looked down at herself, pulling at her shirt, using
it to fan herself a bit and try to cool off. Her tongue was
starting to stick to the roof of her muzzle.
At least she had done it, she had actually moved herself. It
would have been better if she was able to walk, but it was
something. Something more than she had done since she had
been changed.
Changed herself.
No matter what her Father had done, it would still have
taken just as much strength to move across the floor. Even
if she wasn't form-locked, even if she wasn't stuck as a
'taur; a form she had given to herself.
A spell she should never have done.
A spell that she had been so confident that she had right,
that she had every single thing perfect, that she never
really checked her work. A spell she didn't have the skill
or training for.
A spell she had made.
Had cast.
Her.
All on her own.
The epiphany came like waves, crashing over her with growing
force until it carried her away with them. She could yell
and scream all she wanted to, but there wasn't any denying
it anymore. It wasn't her Father's fault that she was form-
locked, it was her own.
She twisted her body around until she could lay her head on
her flank, feeling her body start to shake in anger, which
moved into sobbing before becoming a simple cry.
* * *
Some time latter she felt a hand come to rest on her back.
Sniffling a bit she lifted her head to find Adric sitting at
her side.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you here like that," he
said, looking sheepish.
She looked at him for a few moments, wiping her face with
the fur of her arm. "I'm sorry for the way I've been
acting," she said.
Nodding his head a bit he held out a bag to her. "I got you
some dinner," he said.
Romana looked down at the bag, the smell of the food wafting
through the room was unmistakable. Hamburgers -- not the
kind you could get on Earth, but something very close. She
took the bag from him and peeked inside of it, her mouth
starting to water. She was even happier to see that four of
the burgers were resting inside of the bag.
"Thank you," she said, smiling to her brother.
He shrugged. "It makes apologizing easier. I shouldn't have
yelled at you; I just got frustrated hearing you go on about
how it's not your fault."
A frown played across her face, then the lioness reached out
place a hand on his shoulder. "But it is my fault. I've had
a lot of time to think tonight, and you're right. This is my
fault, all of it," she admitted with a sigh. Saying the
words made her feel a little bit better, but not by much.