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In a day and age where smartphones had every conceivable accessory upon them, Sigma couldn't think of the last time he had to seek out a flashlight, but that was his fate, after the power was knocked out and his phone was left with a minor charge.

His smartphone was dead, the house was almost pitch black, and even with the keen, feline senses he was blessed with, the king cheetah was developing a rough case of eye strain, and didn't feel like relying on his night vision to find his way around the house any longer.

Guests who had been staying the night for a small get-together were mostly unconscious down the stairs from his room, but after a long and wild evening, Sigma was having trouble sleeping. His light gray fur and the darker, nearly onyx shade of his rosettes faded into the darkness as he tiptoed and moved around unconscious guests, desperate to find a flashlight...mostly so that he could read a book and ease his mind.

It wasn't too surprising that his thoughts were racing, after such a wonderful party, but it was definitely frustrating to hear a chorus of lazy, sleepy snores in the background as he tried not to step on anyone. His eye strain was only getting worse, and he was having to sneak from room to room as he tried to think of where he would have ever left a flashlight.

The linen closet was a bust, the utility closet was just as empty of flashlights, and finally, there was nowhere left to look, other than the very first place that he should have.

"The catch-all drawer," he whispered to himself, as he slipped quietly into the kitchen and slid the drawer open. "Big surprise that we'd have just tossed it in here after all of these years...I don't even know many people who own one of these things anymore."

Luck began to turn for Sigma as he felt around in the drawer and found a couple of batteries that were a perfect fit for the rather slim device. He pointed it upon on the wall and tested it to make sure that the bulb wasn't burned out, and was surprised to see that the light upon the kitchen wall was blue, even though the bulb appeared to be perfectly normal.

Shrugging it off, Sigma was satisfied with it producing any light whatsoever. He had a book to catch up on, and the light was plenty bright enough for him to read from as he used it to guide his way back to the stairs.

"How do you adjust these things again?" he murmured, as he began turning the head of the flashlight. Typically, turning it to the right would produce a narrower, brighter beam, and turning it to the left would create a wider, duller beam, but instead, as he twisted back and forth, he found that twisting the light just changed the shade of blue, until it was fully shifted to a bright, warm shade of pink. "...The hell?"

The beam of light stayed at a set width, but it changed color rapidly with just a quick twist, and Sigma tried not to panic when he noticed the plain, white sheet laying upon one of his guests begin to shift color before the light even grazed over it. He flicked the flashlight off rapidly and allowed his eyes to adjust to the darkness once again, and sure enough, the sheet stayed a bright shade of pink, despite the fact that nothing ever actually touched it.

Thinking that perhaps there was just a spilled drink, Sigma resolved that he'd just have to buy them a new set of sheets, as he flicked the light back on and made his way to the stairs.

The lack of sleep might simply have been catching up with the king cheetah, as the few people left stirring awake didn't seem to notice the change in color, and even gave Sigma a few awkward glances as they saw the look of concern on his face. He didn't stop to chat, however, leaving them to wonder what all of the fuss was about as he followed the light back to his bedroom, unaware of the trail that it was leaving along the otherwise neutral tone of his carpet.

"Never really tried to read by a pink light before, but it is pretty bright," Sigma talked himself up, trying not to be disappointed with the fact that he couldn't find an ordinary light source.

After all, he wasn't going for any ordinary reading, and he was glad that no one followed him back to his room to ask any questions about the flashlight.

Wearing a mischievous grin, Sigma reached under his bed and fished out a romance novel. He was already stripped down to his boxers before, but as he flopped back into his bed, he pulled the fabric down until it was dangling off of just one of his legs, and still holding the flashlight, he began flipping through the pages.

The light came to rest on his footpaw, as the boxers dangled around them. He was trying to recall exactly what page he was on, due to the lack of a bookmark, and at first, he thought he only felt a minor itch upon his toes, caused by the silky fabric that was sitting there.

When he remembered what had happened downstairs, however, he cast a gaze up to his footpaw, and his jaw began to drop.

"They're...turning pink?" he asked himself, as he saw the edge of his once blue boxers taking on a shade reminiscent of purple, and slowly, that color was brightening up and fading into a heated fuchsia. "...I wonder..."

Setting the book of erotic delights aside for a second, Sigma found himself in the middle of such a story as he sat upright on his bed and began to move the light toward his own body. So far, anything the pink light wandered upon was made more feminine in a rapid fashion, but those were only clothes and objects, so far.

Sigma wouldn't believe that the light was any kind of a threat until he knew that it would work on living flesh.

"Hmmph. Like this is actually going to work," he muttered, as he lifted the light and held it over his own crotch. The end of his sheath and his warm, fuzzy sack were bathed in pink energy, and he snickered at the thought of the light working on him as he held it in place.

The book was nearly forgotten as Sigma kept his focus on the beam, and though the pages were still inspiring him to think of the sexually impossible, he was still in utter disbelief, not just about the state of his boxers as they changed color, but at the state of his sheath, as the narrow entrance slowly began to shrink.

Refusing to trust only his eyes in the paltry light, Sigma reached in closer with the very end of one of his pawtips and examined the hole, finding that he was just barely able to sneak the end of one digit inside.

The sensitive skin within was already tightening around his examining touch, and Sigma gasped with untold shock as his body continued to change, without his willing it.

"T-this...this just can't be!" he cried out, though he caught control of his voice midway through his panic. He didn't want to worry his guests, but that was just barely enough to keep his voice down as he yanked his pawtip free. If he'd waited a moment longer, he worried that it might have become stuck, though that wouldn't have been the case.

Thinning as much as it was narrowing, the passage shifted shape, and Sigma couldn't help inspecting it, though his imagination was putting the pieces together. Already, he could feel the familiar weight of his sack beginning to shrink away, and though he thought it might just be his mind playing tricks on him, he knew his genitals as well as any other male; just one quick, teasing jostle of his orbs was enough to confirm what he was worried about.

They're getting smaller, he thought, and he kept his open palm under the soft, warm fuzz of his nutsack, allowing it to act like a scale and feel the difference as weight continued to fade away. How is this possible? Is it...is it really the light?

Sigma flicked the light off for a moment, and just in that brief pause, he felt what was left of his orbs come to settle yet again, but when the light flipped back on, it took only a few seconds for what was left to completely disappear. The fur tightened into the sides of Sigma's thighs, and his cheeks flushed as he felt a strange warmth gathering at the end of what remained of his sheath.

The flesh was wiggling, and it was almost painfully sensitive to the touch as Sigma brought another pawtip in to examine the change. "Huh...kinda...kinda v-velvety," Sigma whimpered, as he tried to come to terms with the decision he was making.

He could easily put a stop to the change, but as his flesh continued to shift, forming into a more obvious shape of a thin, vertical pair of delicate labia, he was too enticed to turn back, and a pair of eager pawtips began to gently press and spread at the nether lips, taking full advantage of perhaps the most unique opportunity he'd ever have.

There wasn't some kind of a grand shock, as Sigma expected to feel. He was sure that there would be a moment of deep, unstoppable pleasure, thanks to almost every major portrayal of female pleasure, but instead, there was a yearning elation; it started gentle and subtle, at first, as he explored the new genitalia he'd been blessed with. "They're s-so smooth..." he praised his own anatomy, his voice beginning to tremble ever so slightly as he explored his new body, trying to figure out the best angle to attack from.

With his old cock, it was a fairly simple procedure: get an erection, stroke it repeatedly, and the process would be over in minutes. After that same amount of time, however, Sigma found there was only tiny strands of glistening wetness upon his pawtips, and a slowly growing pleasure within, like a fire that had to be continually stoked so that it could grow into a massive, roaring flame. It was meticulous work, but every change in sensation kept Sigma engaged, from the clenching of his new inner muscles, to the rapidly growing buzzing in the peak of his sexuality.

It took only one gentle, albeit lucky tap with his pawtip to find his clitoral hood, and his fangs sunk down into his lower lip as he squelched out a loud, passionate gasp. His body was warming up, and though it was such an intense feeling that it bordered on painful, Sigma couldn't help swirling his pawtip delicately around the birth of his clitoris.

His legs quivered in an instant, and his whole body shook as he worked against the better judgment of his nervous system. Mingled discomfort and ecstasy rolled over his body in growing waves, until he finally had to abide his new sex and avoid his clit for a moment, but it only heightened the sensation of a digit parting his labia. Inner muscles were all the more sensitive to the touch afterwards, and ever the fast learner, Sigma was already starting to get a grip on the balancing act that was female sexuality.

"Is t-that...is that my c-cum?" he tried not to groan too loud as he felt an even greater volume of warm, silky juices spilling into his palm, and as the inner walls adjusted to a digit, he was able to finger himself while the heel of his palm gently rocked against his sensitive clit. He wasn't sure if he was achieving his orgasm at first, but with each pass against his body, Sigma felt his chest tightening, and the quiet ache that built in his loins finally released, as he threw his head back into the pillows and tried to muffle a desperate scream, "F-fuck... fuck me! Yes! It's...it f-feels incredible! Nnnnf! Mnn!"

Vaginal walls fluttered around a single pawtip and tried to clench on it as the inexperienced passage was rocked with a first orgasm. It was only in shaking, shuddering passion that Sigma happened to knock the switch on his flashlight; the ability to transform was far away from his thoughts, right then.

He was more concerned with seeing if his new parts could handle a second round immediately after the first, as he'd always been told.