Sand beneath the paws
<SpanFullTF> Before you lay many a costume, but what grabbed your attention amongst this grouping was a curious sort of vulpine. Sandy colored with rather large ears with swirling tattoo like markings on it's forehead and ears. The costume was rather small for your size, part of what was curious about it compared to the others and grabbed attention.
A simple poke of curiosity, stroking the velvety soft fur. It was cute, but how could one wear such a thing? A simple silly thought entered your mind, bringing you to pull the costume off it's resting place. You open it, slipping a hand inside as best you can. Very tight, perhaps for a child, you think.
The head was large enough to place upon your own, the hole of the costume seemed to stretch to fit onto your head. There was little chance this would fit on you. Moving to take the costume off, you feel a sudden twinge of static from it, your skin bristling with goose bumps. The head would not come off!
The energy seemed to increase, the room around you fuzzing up to some degree in your vision. The costume starting to open up around you, still too small for you to wear but it was intent on trying. As you wonder how it could possibly be doing these things or how it thinks it could fit you, you notice that the room is starting to seem a little bigger than you remember.
This was worrying, and the costume was starting to slip on. The head slipping over your own as your body shrank in size, smaller and smaller and yet you felt nothing in regards to lost age. The handpaws opened and engulfed your own, arms in arms, legs in legs, it was tight to fit but you were wearing it for certain now. Very odd, the costume had to have only been about Three foot in height or so, not counting the ears!
The tingle hit hard, you could feel the costume pressing tightly to you, the world through it's eyes starting to clear. Your skull pressed down and out as a muzzle began to grow to match the costume's own, thankfully without any pain, only mental discomfort at the realization of what was occurring. You could feel fur sprouting all along, and the air itself on the costume began to feel as if were not even there.
Your ears began to stretch and grow, and grow, and grow some more! Tall, wide ears fit for a fennec, sounds of the room you never even knew started to ring in your ears. The movement of fur on fur, the cracking of skin and bone as your fingers shortened slightly, growing claws and black pawpads. Your legs buckled, shifting stance in an awkward way, sending you off balance.
Balance was found soon however, as your spine extended into the tail, growing long fluffy bottlebrush fur along it into your own fox tail, which flicked about on instinct to help keep you from falling. Your feet buckled as well, pressing upwards on your toes as your heels grew up and back, forcing you into a digitgrade stance, your toes pulling into four toed paws to accommodate. Claws from your toes, pawpads growing in, but curiously a layer of sandy brown fur growing out from around and on the pads themselves.
Your teeth were shifting, growing longer, sharper...a curious taste for insects, reptiles, and rodents pressing at your mind. your nose turning black, wet, scents of the room, of yourself, filling your nostrils. There was some strange feeling as the changes finished, looking down you could tell you were quite male, although modest thanks to a silky desert robe that partly covered your form now. <spanFullTF>
<spanSumTF> A strange and unusual change, shrunken and shited into a three foot tall, Male anthro fennec fox wearing a silky desert robe for modesty. <spanSumTF>
The world around blurred once again, you fell a bit dizzy, falling onto your fuzzy rump as things whited out around you. It was not long before you woke back up to the sting of hot air and sand beneath your paws, a hot desert laying out before you. To your east, the scent of water, food, people...but even stronger were the sounds! you could hear many people talking, animals calling out, you could hear running water and even the sand roiling in the wind around you.
A city stretched out for miles around the oasis, marble and golden stone buildings and spires, elegant and regal. People of many races milling about, all anthros like yourself, even a rare taur and talking feral creature. What strange place did you land in?
You stand up, feeling the sand beneath your paws, the fuzzy on the padding keeping them cool. You, the three foot anthro fennec fox, had quite a new, perhaps temporary life before you. You have to ask yourself...what will you do now in this odd place?
Written by Fox Tenson on 16 July 2012
The end (for now)