FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

*six months ago*

Renzyl sipped on his multi-hued drink as he sat back in the lounge chair of the resort that he and his brethren used as a neutral meeting spot for family gatherings. On the lounge chair next to him was Chrono, the silver raptor sunning himself as they basked in the glow of the blue star the world orbited. Next to them in the pool Famjin continued to swim about, seeing his neoprene fin swirling about in the water. As the demon dragon pulled down his shades he saw the rest of his brothers walking towards the pool. "Well this ought to be interesting," Renzyl grinned as he sat up and adjusted his speedo, ushering Chrono not to follow before he walked to the group of demons that congregated towards the edge of the pool.

o it looks like our little summer sojourn is almost at an end," Kirdos stated as the other nine stood in a circle. "Which means it's the perfect time to discuss our holiday plans. Now while it's Renzyl's turn to host in his realm, I would like us to have an actual party plan instead of all of us flailing around. So I thought we could try doing a secret santa this year."

"Well it can't be any worse than when we tried to do the whole White Elephant thing," Athear hissed with a chuckle.

"To be fair we should have explained the rules of the game better before we got those gifts," Tarien chuckled. "I think there's still two or three planets in someone's realm that's overrun with various anthro elephants?"

The males looked around at each other before the leather horse sighed and put his hand against his forehead. "Yeah, that would be mine." All the others laughed and pushed Santer around before they were asked to calm down. "By the way, Kirdos, thanks for that, I love having to deal with stampeding marble elephants whenever I go to that planet."

"Those statues are beautiful!" Kirdos said before he calmed down with a cough. "Anyway, I have ten chips here with each of our names on it. Everyone gets to grab one chip and that's the one you have to shop for. If you get your own obviously put it back and grab a different one, and I'll take the last remaining. Everyone got it?"

All ten demons nodded and the stone leopard/tiger held out ten obsidian chips, the names of demons unseen on the other side. Each one went up and pulled one out of the feline's hands, taking a look at it before they stepped backwards. When everyone had gotten their name Kirdos looked at them before he checked out his own chip. "Alright, this should be fun," Kirdos stated.

"Ten says this turns into a disaster like every time," Famjin smirked.

"This is not going to turn into a disaster!" Kirdos shot back. "Just don't wait until the very last minute, alright?" the others scoffed and nodded, then turned back to the remainder of their vacation.

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*Renzyl's realm, 11:57 nexus time*

Chrono walked briskly down the hallway, tablet in his hand as he made his way to his master's chambers. After a few knocks he opened the door and walked inside, where the demon dragon laid passed out on his bed. The silver raptor sighed and shook his head as he moved next to the bed and pulled off the rubber comforter, seeing the two nagas that were underneath. "Wake up Lord Renzyl," Chrono said as he also shook the nagas and told them to take a hike.

"Rrrrf, Chrono..." Renzyl groaned as he slowly sat up. "It's the holidays, what in the nexus could possibly be going on right now that demands my attention?"

"Well, I thought that you would like to get up to oversee the party decorations that we're hosting for your brothers," Chrono explained as he gave the tablet to the demon dragon. "You also have... you know... that thing that you told me to stop reminding you about." When the rubber creature cocked his head in confusion, Chrono just continued to circle his hand until finally Renzyl's eyes widened and he let out a roar of frustration.

"Damnit!" he shouted as he leapt out of bed, the creatures trapped in his vac-rack walls squirming as he grabbed the raptor and nearly dragged him towards the central chamber. "Alright Chrono, find me someone that I can turn very quickly," Renzyl ordered as he pulled the chip with the name of his secret santa recipient on it and sighed. "I'll think of something to turn him into along the way that he'll actually use. Gah, I hate having to shop for this brother... can't exactly get him a sweater."

The air became electrically charged as the spires of black stone arched with electricity and purple and red fog. Chrono informed his master that he found eight potential targets that he could snatch quickly, which Renzyl said to pick one at random. Once everything was locked in the demon dragon walked into the center of the platform and the portal opened before him. Beyond the tear in reality was a cityscape, one which Renzyl quickly stuck his body into.

Meanwhile a dark blue-furred wolf named Texotic walked down the street, sipping a soft drink from a straw before he stopped when he started to feel his hair stand on end. When he looked around he saw nothing, and he shrugged his shoulders and continued onwards. A breeze kicked up around the male's feet which caused him to pause once again, and as he looked around a swirling pattern of blue, red, and purple it opened into a black portal where the head of a black rubber dragon with glowing red eyes stuck out. "What is that?!" the creature said as he pointed in the opposite direction.

Despite the obvious ruse Texotic couldn't help but look where the demon pointed and then let out a yelp as Renzyl grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him in, the soda cup falling to the ground as the portal vanished into an empty alley...

When the blue-furred wolf blinked he found himself standing in a room made completely of obsidian, blinking his bi-colored eyes in confusion and shock as the rubber dragon paced in front of him. As he watched he felt something rubbery press against his chest and he looked to see a silver raptor examining him over, circling his body, which he realized was naked. "Um... excuse me," Texotic called out as the rubber creature ran his hands through his long, light blue hair that matched his forearms and feet. "Hey!"

"Hmmm?" Renzyl asked as he looked up. "Ah, do forgive my assistant, but I'm afraid I'm in a bit of a bind and I really need your help rather quick. My name is Renzyl and that's Chrono, you see you're standing there because your desires and traits will make you easily agreeable to something like rubbery pleasure, correct?" While the wolf didn't answer he could feel his sheath stir slightly at the notion as he felt himself blush, which Renzyl laughed and waved off. "No need to feel embarrassed at that, you're about to get eternal bliss and a rubber form of pure lust... and of course if you don't enjoy it you can just tell the one I give you to and I can get him... I don't know... a gift card or something."

Texotic cocked his head in confusion at the demon's ramblings, but a sudden pat on the furry butt by the raptor caused him to jump slightly in surprise. "He's all good I think," Chrono said as he walked over to where his master stood. "But what are we going to do about the conversion? The party is only in a few hours and he has to be wrapped."

"What about the rubber pits?" Renzyl mused.

"Take too long to cure." Chrono shot down.

"The vac-rack wall?"

"Won't work for your idea."

"What about the viper pit?"

"Are you kidding?"

"Alright fine," Renzyl huffed as he walked over to the wolf, who shuddered slightly as the demon towered over him. "We're going to make this a handcrafted gift then."

Texotic gulped as he saw the rubber wings of the dragon flared out, then shot down and wrapped around his body in one fluid stroke before he had time to react. He was quickly pressed against the muscular chest of the demon as the wings wrapped around him, the inner walls of the latex melting around his form. As he looked up all he could see was the glowing eyes of the dragon as the blackness of the rubber creature's body surrounded him, the wings suctioning to his form as he could feel Renzyl's skin begin to creep over his body.

"How are we feeling?" Renzyl asked as the wings closed around the wolf's body even more, a clear outline of his naked form against the membrane as the demon dragon stuck his head in the only opening left.

"Strange..." Texotic replied honestly as he felt the liquid latex continue to creep over his body and encase it, turning the same coloration as the fur it assimilated. "But it also feels... really good, amazing even. How is this happening?"

"All will be explained in time," Renzyl replied as the light of the room disappeared and the wing cocoon grew tight enough that the wolf's muzzle bumped against the latex one that poked in from the top opening. "It's time to give you your form. Fair warning, you will feel a slight pressure, just relax and let it happen."

Before Texotic could ask what Renzyl meant their muzzles became locked in a deep kiss. As soon as their lips locked he felt a think tongue press into his mouth and it felt like someone was breathing into his mouth and throat. At first it merely filled his lungs, then continued to expand as the strange, pleasurable pressure moved into his entire chest. Soon his entire torso felt like it was being filled as a similar tingling could be felt in his completely melted fur.

As the internal and external changes met was when Texotic felt his entire form begin to shift. His fluffy tail became thick, but strangely lighter as the skin on his back stretched out into a pair of new appendages. Though he couldn't see it, his new rubber flesh gained a scale-like texture as he felt his ears melt into his head and his feet and hands grow slightly more reptilian. The strangest change, though, was when he felt the demon dragon's tongue withdrawal with a squeak, and it did his muzzle ballooned out slightly before his lips melted together, save for a strange one-way valve in the middle of his mouth. When the transformation was complete Renzyl flared open his wings and stepped back, Texotic's own new wings doing the same as he looked at himself in shock and wonder, realizing the flesh and meat of his body had been turned to rubber and air he could actually see through!

"Well Chrono, what do you think?" Renzyl asked as the multihued blue, inflatable dragon staggered around slightly, his hands pushing into his air-filled, rubber body in awe. "I do good work if I say so myself. He's still even got the earrings, I love it."

"He'd be great if he was going to Famjin as a pool toy," Chrono commented with a snicker as Renzyl frowned slightly.

"I'm sure my secret santa will find it fun as well," Renzyl shot back. "Now get someone to wrap him up, we've got a party to plan."

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*Haleon's Realm, 13:10 nexus time*

The robotic eagle stood there in the middle of a verdant forest landscape, green eyes glowing brightly as he mentally scanned through all the lines of code that composed his realm. As he did a notification window popped up next to him that informed him of the holiday party, which he dismissed with a wave of his wing. Then another one popped up, which said the same thing and this time he swiped his hand to wave off the pesky pop-up. Another few seconds went by and suddenly he was surrounded by dozens of squares filled with text notifications that continued to replicate and swarm him even when he tried to flap his wings to get rid of them.

"Alright, I got the message, Sare!" Haleon shouted angrily. As soon as he did the windows disappeared and the cybernetic demon sighed, rubbing his metallic beak in frustration as he dismissed the simulation. As the forest dissolved away it revealed walls filled with viewscreens, all of them showing various creatures within them that watched as he moved over to a desk and picked up a chip with a name on it.

As Haleon gripped the chip in his palm an automatic door opened and a black, metal crow walked through it. "I know you lose yourself in your work Master Haleon, but I've had that on your calendar ever since you told me about it at the resort," it said as he handed the eagle a tablet. "Nevertheless, I have prepared for your tardiness and compiled a short list of suspects that you can use to make a gift. They will be uniquely purposed towards your needs and cross-sectioned them towards the ease of transporting them here."

"You're thorough as always," Haleon remarked as he scrolled through the information, then looked at the demon's name on the chunk of obsidian with a frown. "Why of all my brethren did it have to be him... we are so opposite from one another I can't stand it. But the game must be played, let's just hope he's somewhere easily accessible at the moment."

Meanwhile Dax sat in front of his computer, hands on his keyboard as he continued to roam through the MMORPG that had found for free online. It had only been released for a week but it was already considered to be one of the hottest games on the planet, and the panda could see why as he played through it. The graphics, the gameplay, everything made it one of the most addicting games on the net. As he ran through a volcano corridor in the game a notification popped up that invited him to be transported to a beta level from the creator of the program. He looked at his watch and when he saw he had plenty of time, he clicked on the accept button.

As he watched the screen began to shift, except instead of the game changing his entire monitor seemed to ripple and turn silver. Dax looked from side to side in confusion before he leaned in to look at his changed screen. Once more the glass rippled in a fluidic nature, but just as he cocked his head a taloned hand reached out and grabbed the panda's head. His keyboard was knocked to the floor as the silver arm pulled back and dragged the male into the screen until he had completely disappeared, the screen returning to normal as soon as his feet passed through the threshold.

When the panda blinked again he found himself staring straight at the beak of the metallic hues of a muscular eagle with shiny, black feathers. "I uh..." Dax tried to say as he backed away, only to see a similar robotic crow behind him whose head twitched as he looked at him. "Where am I? What's going on here?"

"Congratulations, you've been chosen because you have the requirements we need in order for me to save face at a family holiday party," Haleon explained as his wings flared out, Dax able to see the integrate layers of circuitry embedded within. "I really don't have the time to properly reprogram someone, so I needed someone that would take to this like a fish to water."

"But we're not doing a gift for him," Sare piped up, which caused the eagle to shoot a dirty look before he focused back on the male.

"Anyway," Haleon could continue on as Dax raised a finger to ask a question, only to put it back down when the robotic creature grabbed a helmet and looked at him. "So let's call this a brand-new video game, shall we? Completely interactive and user-friendly, and with synaptic functioning processes it'll feel like you've spent years inside of it when in reality it'll be, I don't know," he looked at Sare, who just shrugged his shoulders, "...in any case, are we ready to go?"

"Sure!" Dax said excitedly, the eagle's beak curling up in a smirk at the panda's enthusiastic response. "Is there a user manual?"

Haleon just tilted his head and replied sure before he secured the helmet onto the other male's head. As the visor came down he nodded and the crow started to write code into the console before him. "So what is this, some sort of farming simulator?" he asked as several metal cables snaked down from the ceiling and up from the floor. "I'm not sure how much I'm going to like that, normally I'm more of a point and click-"

Dax's words suddenly stopped as the first cables connected to the helmet itself, the images on the visor swirling as the inside of the helmet began to melt and coat his head. Haleon took one of his feathers and cut the panda's clothing off with a few swift strokes, leaving him completely naked as he metal tentacles continued to wind their way over his body. The male's stimulation was clear as the nanites in Dax's head seeped into his skull, the crow's programming leaching into his brain with the help of the hypnotic visor as liquid metal began to drip down his neck fur. As he stood there completely still the terminals of the thick cords latched onto various parts of the panda's body, which shuddered in pleasure as the fur around it assimilating into solid metal as plugs formed where the two ends met.

"Processing... conversion fifty-percent complete," came out of Dax's mouth in a monotone voice as several of the stiffer cords attached to the panda's shoulder blades detached in the middle and arched outward, metal and glass latticing downwards until it formed the structure of wings that had the look of solar panels on them. "Partitioning personality profile 'Dax', new subroutines installed, organic assimilation at seventy-five percent."

Both metallic avians watched as black and white metal coated the panda's entire body, forming into plating that denoted a muscular build as flesh and bone was converted into synthetic components. As the assimilating nanites cascaded down his feet the toes fused and lengthened until they were a pair of thick talons. Finally the metal on the panda's back swept down his backside until it formed the tail feathers of a hawk, the red metal shining bright as Dax straightened up and informed that his assimilation was complete. As soon as the cables detached from his body it appeared Dax once again regained control of his body, new information being displayed on his HUD visor as he looked down at himself in shock at his new drone hawk form.

"A very fine completion indeed," Haleon said as he took a soft cloth and rubbed it against the new drone's metallic plating, giving the confused male a glimmering polish before he backed away. "Well, what do you think?" the eagle beamed as he gestured towards his creation.

"I think he's going to know this was the last minute when you give him a drone that does essentially the same thing that all his minions do," Sare replied flatly as Dax continued to inspect himself, holding out one of his arms as the metal morphed and reformed into a large blade. The crow watched as the metal hawk swung it around experimentally before Sare pressed a button on the console that caused Dax to stiffen before returning to a 'ready' position. "Oh yeah, no way he's going to figure out the rush job we had programming this one."

"Quiet you," Haleon hushed as he mentally notified two of his minions to come to his room with a large box and some wrapping paper. "Everyone can use a drone to help out around their nexus realm, and this one has just been preprogrammed with everything that all of my units know about the subject. Now let's get him wrapped up and ready ourselves for the party, I would hate to be dinged for being late after all this work."

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*Yavini's Realm, 13:46 nexus time*

The flowers bloomed as the green-furred kitsune passed by, walking past the walls of plants that made up the majority of the realm. Those plants that had some semblance of sentiency watched the vulpine walk by to a vine-wrapped pod. "Lord Yavini," the multi-tailed creature said as the vines began to part. "Lord Yavini, I know you are in your hibernation cycle, but we must prepare for your holiday party with your brethren."

Slowly the vines of the giant plant unraveled, revealing a black-furred fox with similarly colored vines twined around his fur. As soon as the pod fully opened he stretched his lithe form and stepped down onto the ground. "Where has the time gone, Talis," he said quietly as they walked back through the row of the massive arboretum. "What is the status of the gift that I had been growing?"

"Well sir... um..." Talis visibly fidgeted as his tails wrapped around themselves nervously. "I know you wanted to do something with the gardens, but despite my informing you several times to plant the right seeds you had put it off, so... you may have to think of an alternative gift to give your secret santa."

"Unfortunate," Yavini sighed as his vines flared out slightly, which caused the kitsune to back up slightly. "I don't suppose you've spread vines out and saw if we could procure a suitable replacement? I have an alternative gift in mind that will need little in the way of cultivation."

"I do have one or two that we can easily pull out and transport here for your gift," Talis replied as he went over to one of the beds of mud that surrounded one of the chambers and pulled out a seedling that looked like a venus flytrap. "On your command, Master Yavini..."

Meanwhile a multihued gryphon flew through the air, Frysco humming to himself as he rode the air currents of the exceptionally sunny day with several shopping bags in his hands. As he passed over the park that was only a few blocks away from his house he noticed something in one of the clearings that caused him pause; what appeared to be a large plant of some sort had sprouted in the mud of a shallow riverbank. His curiosity getting the better of him, he banked down to fly lower over the area to get a good look at it. It would just be a quick look, he reasoned to himself as he skimmed over the treetops, then he would get back to making himself some dinner.

As soon as he began to fly over the clearing, though, he realized the plant was a lot bigger than he had first thought. It was almost as tall as the nearby trees and appeared to be some sort of round pod. He flapped his wings a little harder to clear it, but before he could gain altitude it suddenly split down the middle and a barrage of vines shot towards him. They wrapped around his entire body and as they continued to coil around him it pulled him into the mouth of the strange plant. His groceries fell into the mud as he was quickly reeled into the middle of the strange flora, which once again snapped shut once Frysco was inside and burrowed back down into the earth.

A short time later Frysco was spat out onto the grass, completely naked and covered in a strange, clear goo. When he looked up he saw that the entire scene had changed, gone were the usual trees of the park he had been taken in, instead it felt like he was in the middle of a huge greenhouse. What surprised him more were the two vulpine creatures that stood over him, one with fur as black as night and what looked like vines in his fur while the other was a green-furred kitsune. They reached down and helped him to his feet as Talis brushed the residual plant sap off of his feathers. "Wha... what happened to me?"

"Not important," Yavini replied curtly. "Tell me, do you like plants?" Frysco thought about the question for a second, looking around his surroundings once more before he nodded. "Do you think you would enjoy being a plant creature?" The gryphon's beak dropped open slightly and, once he realized that the other creature wasn't kidding, shrugged with another slight nod.

"You see, I told you that I'd find you someone interested," Talis said happily.

"Fair enough," Yavini responded. "How are we going to prep this one? We already got the sap from the transport, I suppose we could just do this via the seeds. A shame you're not furry all the way, but I suppose we can change that, too."

Frysco just looked at the two timidly as they continued to speak in a way he couldn't comprehend, watching as the kitsune handed the fox a burlap bag. "You might want to close your eyes for this one," Talis suggests, the gryphon squeezing his eyes shut as the fox took a handful of powder out of the bag and blew it towards him. The dust cloud smelt strongly of fresh herbs as he coughed several times, breathing in some of it as it settled around his body. When Frysco opened his eyes again he saw that he was covered head to toe in the strange powder, though it didn't remain that way for long as he felt every bit of his skin start to writhe.

"The process is relatively short," Yavini explained as Frysco tried to brush the strange mixture off, only to find it stuck to his body like glue as the tingling on his skin increased. "Normally I'd put you in the mud for a few days to allow the seeds I just blew on you to properly cultivate you, but I'm afraid we simply don't have the time for that. So just relax and enjoy."

Frysco just gulped and nodded, but even as he stood there he squirmed slightly as he felt something wiggle against him. At first it just tickled, but then as the sensations grew deeper into his skin he began to feel a strange sense of pleasure that came from it. As he looked down at his lower body the grey fur began to turn green and grow even longer. When he tried to say something about it his words came out slightly garbled, and when he opened his mouth wide to figure out why his tongue hung limply as it went completely numb. Slowly the appendage turned bright green and lengthened considerably as the consistency of his feathers also shifted.

"Looks like everything is growing very well despite the hastened prep time," Yavini commented as he ran a finger along Frysco's vine tongue, watching it curl up and slithered forward to wrap around his arm. As he got closer the gryphon's eyes rolled back into his head from the blissful sensations as flesh and blood were turned to plant matter, though what that plant matter was varied from each section of the newly-minted plant creature's body, including the sprigs of blue mint that the demonic fox plucked. "Very healthy indeed."

"I really think he'll enjoy this," Talis said as he brushed a hand along the swatch of lemongrass that covered Frysco's left inner thigh, which caused the plant gryphon to shudder in pleasure. "He smells wonderful, looks aesthetically pleasing, and is also useful to boot."

"Am... am I going to be eaten?" Frysco managed to ask as he felt his internals shifting, the normally solid mass writhing under his skin as vines slithered inside him like snakes as he smelled the earthy aromas that emanated from his body. "I just want to know because when you plucked that mint it felt really good, but I appear to be completely edible now."

"Oh no, far from it," Yavini said with a dismissive wave, gesturing to the spot on the gryphon's shoulder that had already regrown the mint leaves. "As you can see you can be harvested from the various patches of herbs and such that you grow, of which you feel the most intense pleasure, and in return my brother will be taking really, very good care of you. And of course if you don't like your position, which I highly doubt, you can always ask to leave, clear?"

Frysco thought about it for a moment before he nodded, then let out a gasp as thin vines began to wrap around him. "Once he's all wrapped up get ready to go," Yavini ordered. "And make sure no one whispers a word of this, I'd hate to be known as the only brother that had to create his gift at the last minute."

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*Famjin's Realm, 14:32 nexus time*

Sean swam frantically through the water of the demon shark's aquatic realm, the gas-masked orca using the currents naturally produced in the sea caves in order to propel him through it. Other neoprene creatures watched as he flew by, all of them aquatic in nature as they quickly gave him a wide berth. Once he made his way through the labyrinth he emerged in the underwater cave where his master sat cross-legged with a brightly-colored ocean-blue kimono on in front of a shelf filled with black sand. "Lord Famjin!" the orca cried out as he ran up to the edge of the shallow pool.

"Calm yourself, Sean," Famjin replied, taking the small bamboo rake and forming an intricate pattern in the sand. "You must learn to be like the sand, ever able to change its shape so that it may form the most beautiful of pictures. The sand is not anxious, it is steadfast but still accepting of change."

"But sir," Sean insisted as he backed away slightly from the serene shark. "I hate to interrupt your mediation time, but uh, it's almost time for the party." The statement drew a small noise of understanding from the neoprene shark as he slowly moved the rake once more over the sand. "Sir... you still haven't picked up your gift for the secret santa."

The next sound was that of bamboo breaking as Famjin gripped his fists tightly, then hit the rock shelf so hard the sand flew up in all directions. "Get to the warp pool, NOW!" he roared, Sean jumping back into the water as his master quickly followed suit. After a few minutes and a frantic swim later both of them emerged in another cave, this one dominated by a swirling vortex of water in the center of it. "I will not get shown up by my brothers again for not bringing a gift this year!"

"Master Famjin!" the smaller shark called out, ushering the bigger male over to the console where the water reflected several portraits. "I've been looking up potential targets that would be more receptive to physical and mental transformations, I think if you use one of these and make up something you would at least have a gift to bring to the party today."

"I guess it'll have to do," Famjin sighed as he looked at the obsidian token with the name of the brother he was gifting for. "Of course I had to get our eldest, I will look like a fool if I mess this up."

As the two looked over the potential subjects one in particular stood out and Famjin pointed his finger at it excitedly. "There, he's already close to what I need," he said as he walked over to the swirling pool. "Punch in the coordinates and I'll go and grab him myself."

Meanwhile Tiran slithered down the wet pavement, umbrella in his hands to shield his upper body from the light rain. The naga had just left his house to go run some errands, and though it had been raining quite hard for a while, it had finally let up enough for him to walk to where he needed. As he made his way down an empty side street he had to maneuver around several puddles on the water-logged street but finally found one that he couldn't get around. He sighed as he resigned himself to get his belly scales wet as he traveled across the puddle to get to the other side. What he hadn't counted on was in the middle of the puddle suddenly dropping down into an impossibly deep pool, becoming completely submerged as he felt like he was pulled further and further down.

When he surfaced again Tiran found himself in an undersea cavern, looking around as he swam there. "I don't remember this being underneath the city," he said before he swam to shore, which as he began to climb up, he was suddenly offered a helping hand by a very muscular shark man. "Uh... thanks."

"Quite welcome," Famjin replied with a smirk. "My minions tell me that your name is Tiran and, more importantly, you're able to help me with a little conundrum that I'm having."

Tiran looked back at the pool that he had just come out of, then back at the neoprene covered shark as he looked at him in slight confusion. "Maybe?" Tiran replied. "I mean, I think I just got kidnapped here, but I have to admit I'm a bit curious on the why. You don't, you know, need my organs or anything?"

"Nothing of the sort," Famjin replied. "I need to turn you into a sea creature as a gift to one of my brothers. You serve him and in exchange he'll probably let you do things that you'd never dream of. Sound like a plan?"

While Tiran was still a bit confused he was always up for an adventure and nodded, in the background Sean breathed a sigh of relief before he brought up the neoprene suit that he had brought up. The neoprene shark instructed him to get into it and then to get into the pool. While the naga held up the baggy suit he was pretty sure it wouldn't fit him, it was so loose on him it felt like he had just put a bag over his body and there wasn't even anywhere he could push out his arms. The same happened for the mask as well, even though there were very few that would fit his cobra hood as well as his head this one did the trick, but the downside was it hung so far away from his muzzle he had a hard time getting the respirator in his mouth.

Once the naga had been properly suited up Famjin made sure to seal the two pieces together, which Tiran was unaware was quite literal as the seam disappeared between the breather hood and the baggy suit. Once they were finished both Sean and Famjin grabbed the encased male and took him to one of the nearby aquarium tanks and dumped him in. The naga began to panic slightly as he sank to the ground, though as soon as he did the filtration system in the suit hood kicked in and allowed him to breathe.

"You sure this is going to work?" Sean asked as Famjin watched. "I mean all I did was glue two pieces of your neoprene together and attached a filter hood on it."

"Trust me," Famjin replied. "It's already starting, just sit back and enjoy the show."

As Tiran felt his body hit the bottom of the tank he began to wonder just how he could move when he began to feel the neoprene start to stick to his scales. The pressure of the water had already closed in the suit to his body, leaving an excess of material, but as he continued to float there the suction between himself and the suit seemed to grow even tighter. The neoprene around him began to even out into two symmetrical sides as his snake body formed the center. When he tried to move his arms he found the suction to be too great, though the suit itself seemed to have other plans as it moved them out to extend into the flat neoprene body he now had. An experimental flap of his arms revealed that while he had essentially been vacuum sealed to the point he couldn't move his body anymore, he could still move the neoprene itself.

At first Tiran thought it was over, but then he felt a similar encasement around his head. His cobra hood was incorporated into his body as the mask tightened around his face. Eventually he could finally see out of the lenses in the hardened rubber as two tubes extended out from his serpentine muzzle and were encased in the neoprene. When the suit had finally finished he looked like a shiny manta ray, his still-snake head where the face would be as the mask secured around his face fed him oxygen.

"Do you see what I did there?" Famjin asked. "It's a manta rak, a vac-rack that can be used underwater. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of that."

"I'll certainly admit its creative enough he may not notice it was thrown together at the last minute," Sean said with a nod.

"Please, he's too busy with all his fans to notice such a thing," Famjin replied. "Now get him dried off and packed away, now that this is done we have plenty of time to get him wrapped up before we head to the party itself..."

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*Modino's Realm, 15:29 nexus time*

There was an air of intensity as a spandex falcon moved his way into the arena, several zentai-transformed males were in the ring wrestling for a full identity as those synthetic anthros that already had one cheered in the stands. As he walked up the stairs he gave nods to them, which in turned prompted them to either nod back or bow their heads before they returned to the action. Eventually he reached his destination, a set of glassed-in box seats where an extremely muscular spandex bull sat with two males in leopard and tiger-printed catsuits served him. As soon as the demon saw his second in command he ushered the two to get them a drink, their featureless faces nodding before they walked towards the bar in the back.

"You may want to hold off on that drink, Master Modino," the avian replied as he held up a chip with a name imprinted on it. "I know you've been putting this off for some time now, but it's time we got something for your brother."

"Ah hell Falcon, you know I was going to get around to it," the bull replied as he stood up, stretching his synthetic muscles. "I don't suppose we can wait until the fight ends."

"The party is in four hours," Falcon replied bluntly.

Modino sighed and took his Stetson off of the side of his chair. "Alright send out the other Birds of Prey and find me someone that will take to my power like myself to booze," he ordered, putting his hat on before he took the drink from his servant and thanked him. "Once you do, bring him back to my shop and I'll make him suitable for a gift that's both practical and from the heart."

Falcon nodded and turned back out into the stadium, which had just erupted into a cheer as the playing field had been cut and half and the creatures playing had started to gain facial and other features. He looked out at several of the avians in the audience, which seemed to instinctively know when their leader was looking at them and met his gaze. Once he had made contact with all of them they got up at the same time and made their way down towards the exits of the arena. As Falcon moved down he looked at the name on his list, hoping that he was right about the call he had made.

Meanwhile Kami whistled slightly to himself as he set his laundry down on his bed, everything freshly folded and ready to go. The first thing he had to do; however, was grab hangers from his closet for his shirts, and as soon as he opened the closet door to grab them he felt like something wasn't quite right. His clothes were all still there, but they had a strange shine to them that he hadn't seen before. When the wolf ran his fingers along it and stretched it out he realized his normal cotton shirts had somehow turned to a strange spandex material. He continued to move through the laundry he hung up before and found the same condition on all of them, though when he got to the end of his closet he saw something that gave him pause.

"What the," he said as he looked at what appeared to be a costume of a brightly-colored bird hanging there, though as he reached out to grab it the eyes suddenly opened and it leapt out at him. Before the wolf could do anything it had latched around his wrists and dragged him into the closet with surprising strength. The hangers clattered to the ground as the wolf was pulled deep inside, disappearing into the unnatural blackness of the shadows before the door closed shut behind him.

When Kami blinked again he suddenly found himself surrounded by spandex birds, all of them quite muscular and patterned like what he imagined luchadores would look like. None of them talked, even when the wolf asked what was going on. When he finally did hear a voice it was from someone behind them and they parted to reveal the handsome visage of a bull, though instead of the usual cowhide his body seemed to be comprised of the same spandex as the birds as he offered the shocked and confused wolf a drink.

"I do hope my friends here didn't ruffle you up too much on your journey here," Modino said as he handed Kami a glass. "The truth is I need your help, and my sources say that you're the one that can help me. You see, I need a gift for one of my brothers and I need it to be something unique so he thinks that I didn't do this at the last minute. If you want to be that gift that I can promise you that it'll be very much worth it; you'll have an endless amount of pleasure, plus if you ever grow bored you can just leave, or probably be turned into something else."

Kami looked between the two before grinning sheepishly. "I guess..." Kami replied as he scratched his own headfur. "Sure, why not, at the very least I'm interested to see what this all is."

"Fantastic," Modino said as he snapped his fingers and was given a white spandex zentai suit. "Go ahead and get naked, then just put this on."

The wolf looked down at the garment given to him in slight confusion before he stripped down as he was told. When it came to putting on the zentai, though, he found that it was easier said than done as it went against the grain of his fur. Just as he was about to look up and ask for help he saw the bull smile and snapped his fingers. Almost immediately after the fabric seemed to jump from the surprised Kami's hands and began to crawl up his body on its own accord. The magically-guided fabric climbed up his legs with ease, the wolf letting out a slight gasp when it formed into a bulge around his groin before moving up to his waist.

By the time the strange material had encased him up to his chest Kami wondered how he was going to get into the arms, only to watch the cloth split all the way down to the fingers before enveloping him. As it did he saw the already affected parts of his body had slimmed down slightly, and when he ran his cloth-covered hands over them he realized that he could no longer feel the fur underneath the fabric. He realized in surprise that from the neck down the zentai suit had merged completely with his body, leaving the black-furred wolf now a white-cloth canine.

As Kami tried to ask what was going on the zentai hood took the opportunity to open up and clamp down around his face. As the wolf felt the material stretch around his face all he could do was let out muffled grunts, especially when it completely enclosed around his head and sealed up behind him. When it was done the suit was completely seamless, and though it had covered his eyes, Kami realized he could still see as he turned to find that even his tail had been completely encased to retain its shape.

"Ta da, one living canvas," Modino said with a grin as he watched the wolf stroke himself, which caused the transformed creature to shiver in pleasure. "What do you think, Falcon? Is it not genius?"

"I think that your brother is going to turn you into the decorations for next year when he inevitably figures this out," Falcon replied. "Though I suppose with the time we have it's got to do. I'll get him all wrapped up, master, there should still be some time before the party to do so and get you ready for it."

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*Tarien's Realm, 16:20 nexus time*

Two black-furred jackals sat in the middle of a room filled with pillows, both of them relaxing back as they took drags from the hookah that sat in the middle of the room. Leon watched as the demonic canine took a deep breath in of the pure white smoke, then after holding it for a few seconds released a cloud of pure black vapor. He did that several more times before he sat back and let his second in command take a hit. "Hey Leon, what time is it?" he asked while the other male smoked.

"16:20 standard nexus time, Master Tarien," the other Jackal replied. "Why?"

"I thought I remembered specifically I had something I needed to do," Tarien mused, which prompted the other male to shrug and take a hit from the hookah. They both continued to sit there and smoke back and forth before they suddenly bolted upright, cursing as they scrambled to their feet and off of the pillows they had laid on. As they made their way up and out Tarien grabbed the obsidian chip he had left on his favorite hookah as a stark reminder not to leave his gift getting until the very last minute, which was exactly what they had just done.

"I don't suppose we have anything here that could possibly pass off as a gift?" Tarien asked. "Who am I even supposed to be getting a gift for again?" He looked back down at the obsidian chip before he smacked his head. "Aw man, I knew there was a reason why I kept pushing off his gift, our realms do not go well together."

"Well you got to think of something," Leon replied. "I think if we give him anything in the realm they're going to know we just slapped something together."

Tarien sighed and rubbed his temples, wisps of black smoke leaving his muzzle with each breath. "Looks like it's going to be a homemade gift from me," he said with a sigh before looking at Leon. "Can you find someone for me? Nothing in particular, just a person that's going to take to this better than most. Once you find someone let me know, I'll snatch them and we can get this show on the road."

A few minutes later Stormdancer was looking at a magazine while he waited for his cookies to bake in the oven. As much as he wanted to get out there and work while he waited he knew if he got to into it he would end up burning another batch, something he definitely didn't want to do again as he waited as patiently as he could for his treats. Once it was done it was back to the computer, and as he sniffed the air he felt his mouth water. Then suddenly the odor changed from freshly baked to burnt, and when he looked at the oven in surprise he saw that black smoke was coming out of it.

"How did that happen!?" the dragolf shouted as he looked at his phone to still see time left on the clock. When he opened the oven door he was suddenly engulfed in a thick cloud of black smoke as he took out his cookies as fast as possible to try and stop them from burning even more. When put them on the stove; however, they looked perfectly fine, something that caused him confusion before he looked down inside the oven itself. When he did he suddenly felt a lunge as he was pulled forward, the smoke completely engulfing him before it was all sucked inside the oven and disappeared.

Once Tarien had gotten the winged wolf to his realm he deposited him onto one of his fluffier pillows, the jackal/wolf reforming himself. "Welcome to my domain," the jackal said, though it was slightly hard to understand him with his mouth full of cookie that he swallowed before continuing. "I am Tarien, lord of smoke, and I need you to help me fulfill a need of mine, and in return, you get to be a pleasure pet."

Stormdancer started to speak before he realized that he also had one of his cookies in his mouth, which he took a bite of before he spoke. "I really don't know about all this," he said as they all continued to eat. "I have things to do, more cookies to bake, I really can't spend a whole lot of time being someone's boy toy, and this sounds like quite the commitment."

"Well then you're in luck," Tarien replied with a grin. "It's not permanent, unless you want it to be, and when you've had your fun you can go back to your world and those cookies will still be fresh and hot out of the oven. You'd really be doing me a solid on this one, and you don't even have to do anything except for one thing."

"I guess that sounds like a pretty good deal," Stormdancer replied. "Alright, what's the one thing I have to do?"

"Just... breathe..." Tarien said as his form grew incorporeal again and drifted towards him, his misty muzzle pressing against the dragolf's. When Stormdancer opened his mouth in surprise he felt the smoke jackal push inside his maw and down his throat, though only for a few seconds before it withdrew and Tarien once more stood before him. When he was about to comment on the strange kiss he realized that he could see his own breath, just like the jackal in front of him as he began to feel strangely lighter.

More tendrils of smoke began to surround Stormdancer's body as he saw his fur begin to hover in the air. When he rubbed his hands against it the strands seem to wrap around his fingers like they were made of nothing but shadows, though when he finished his stroke they quickly reformed back into their normal configuration. As the jackal's corruption continued to seep through his system he began to feel something pull against his spine, and when he looked back he saw that a second tail had grown behind his first one. It wasn't painful, in fact a soft growl of pleasure escaped his lips when a third one joined the second.

Stormdancer began to shiver as he no longer felt... solid in his chest. When he pushed his hand against his pectoral muscles he let out a gasp when it sank right in, though he could still feel his body press against his arm it no longer stopped him. That sensation began to spread all over his body and especially into his wings where the furry membrane turned semi-translucent and shifted like an oil slick in water. As the uplifting sensation began to push its way into his arms and legs he groaned loudly as a fourth tail joined the other three, each of them wagging in the air as tendrils of smoke seemed to transfer from one to the other. A similar phenomenon happened in his fingers and toes when the transformation finally reached them, much like his wings a thin semi-translucent membrane of pure smoke separated them as every breath he exhaled brought a plume of black vapor from his mouth and nose as his changes ceased.

As the multi-tailed, semi-solid creature looked at itself Leon tilted his head in confusion at the creature. "I don't get it..." Leon said as he scratched his head. "What is it?"

"Well, when you put him in water he'll swim around and purify it like those charcoal things, plus with an amorphous form like that he'll be fun to watch, too," Tarien said as he rubbed his muzzle. "Was it too much like what I usually do? Do you think he'll hate it?"

"Nah, I think it'll be fine," Leon reassured, though as Tarien turned around his face turned from a grin to a worried expression before he tried to bury it. "Why don't you go and relax, I'll show our new friend to a place where we can get him all boxed up and ready to go. And who knows? Maybe someone else forgot theirs, too, and it won't even matter what ours looks like."

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*Kirdos's Realm, 16:53 nexus time*

"You forgot, didn't you," the marble cheetah said with a smirk as he dodged out of the way of a flying cup of brushes as he watched the obsidian tiger/leopard hybrid dig around in a giant trunk.

"I did not forget, Chase," Kirdos growled back as he continued to dig deeper until just his legs were sticking out of it. "I have something prepared, we just need to grab someone to use it on and we're good to go." The obsidian creature let out a loud ha and came back up, this time with a jar of bright green paint. "See, I told you that I was prepared for this."

Chase looked closer at the jar and smirked even wider. "I know what that is," the cheetah said. "You were going to use that against him in one of the planets we were trying to infiltrate before it ended up shifting out of position in the nexus realm and became useless to the both of us. I can't believe that you're going to use-"

The marble cheetah stopped mid-word as Kirdos snapped his fingers, turning his second in command into an actual statue for a while as he stopped to look at the jar he had just found. He sighed as he looked down at it, then at the chip of the person he was using it for. As much as he hated to admit it he was shopping at the last minute, which means he was going to need his seconds' help as much as possible in the hours coming up to the party. He snapped his fingers again and the cheetah began to move once more, moaning out despite himself before he was able to regain his composure.

"As I was saying," Chase said as he coughed to attempt to cover up his embarrassment. "It was fortunate that you told me to do the legwork before you got lost into one of your many projects, so I went ahead and did some scouting for someone that you can use not only as the perfect match to what you need, but also is more than likely going to say yes. I'll give you the coordinates, if my hunch is correct you'll have plenty of time to set up a trap."

Zarrow slowly walked down the street as he readjusted his shoulder bag for the tenth time, the gryphorca trying to stay warm in the cold weather as he went to his usual shop for some snacks. Just before he got to the store; however, he noticed something peculiar; on the wall of the shop there was a mural of a grassy field that someone had painted on it in order to improve the aesthetics of the place, but what caught his eye was a black feline with silver stripes and spots on it that seemed to almost be looking at him. It caught his attention enough that he stopped in front of the mural and did a double take at the new addition.

When he turned away for a second to see if anyone else noticed it when he looked back he almost jumped backwards. Now the feline was not only bigger in the mural but also was pointing down the alleyway. Cautiously Zarrow turned his head towards the alley, only to find that it was completely empty. While he was preoccupied with looking where the painting told him to, he failed to notice the feline becoming more three-dimensional in shape. By the time he looked back Kirdos was already close enough to wrap his arms around the hybrid who hardly was able to let out a sound before he was dragged into the painting, the shoulder bag falling to the ground as both creatures disappeared.

When Zarrow blinked once more he found himself standing in a gallery full of statues of other furs, though his attention was drawn to two in particular that actually moved as they examined him. "What did I tell you?" Chase asked, which only confused the gryphorca even more at their ability to speak. "He's almost perfect, just a few brushstrokes and you're ready to go!"

"I suppose you are right," Kirdos replied before looking at Zarrow. "So Chase tells me your name is Zarrow and you have some sort of special shapeshifting ability?"

"Well, I suppose I can shapeshift by turning myself into goo..." Zarrow replied, taken slightly aback at the sudden interview.

"Into... goo..." Kirdos replied before he shot a look at Chase.

"What?" Chase replied. "I said almost perfect."

"I can make this work to my advantage," Kirdos replied. "Alright Zarrow, I need you to stand with arms and legs spread apart. My second here will give you the basecoat and I'll be applying the details, hopefully with a little luck we can get you ready for the party. Now take off your clothes."

"Wait, what?" Zarrow asked as he shyly turned away from the eager leopard. "What are you going to do to me? What party? What's going on here?"

Kirdos' face scrunched up in slight frustration. "Did I not already tell you why I need you?"

"You didn't," Chase chimed in as he came over with the green paint from the jar.

"Oh..." Kirdos replied. "Well I need to transform someone into a gift for this secret santa thing, and that someone is you. Chase here thinks you'd be perfect since you're curious enough for this to work and wouldn't mind being a sexual plaything for a dominant male, plus you can do it as long as you want and then return to your time without a second thought. So did Chase pick the right person, or is he going to have to be a cheetah statue for a few years?"

Zarrow swallowed hard as he looked at the two. "I... guess I could see what you mean..." the gryphorca replied as he started to take off his clothes, only to have Kirdos take a claw and slice them down the middle all the way to his underwear that fell off his black and white hybrid frame. "Hey!"

"Sorry, got to expedite the process," Kirdos explained. "Now stay still and let Chase cover you up. Chase, I'm going to come up behind you to start with the feet."

The cheetah nodded and took a large brush loaded with the green paint that had streaks of silver in it and began to slather it over Zarrow's feet. The cool substance spread evenly over his feet and ankles before the cheetah quickly moved up. As the paint quickly dried it seemed to tighten around his feet, which made them look like he wore a pair of green socks that went up to his knees. When he tried to wiggle his toes; however, he found himself unable to, which caused a yelp to escape his beak as Kirdos took a smaller bottle of gold paint and expertly drew straight lines on him.

"The petrification effect is temporary," Kirdos explained as Chase reached Zarrow's midriff, which slimmed down slightly and gave him a leaner appearance. "I need you to be still so I can paint these on here. Even though you can shift them later the straightness will be defined by this moment, so try not to squirm too much."

Despite losing the ability to move below his waist, though definitely not the sensation of touch as each stroke sent shivers down his spine, Zarrow remained as still as he possibly could while the marble cheetah reached his chest and shoulders. The gryphorca's chest tightened as is grew harder to take in air, but as the cheetah stretched out his wings and painted those he suddenly realized he no longer needed it. As Chase disappeared and Zarrow felt the paintbrush on his back and the rest of his wings he watched Kirdos continue to make an intricate series of lines that followed patterns that led all the way up his body. He could hear the hybrid feline curse as he reached the wings, which now were completely petrified in place, but couldn't turn his head because chase had just painted his neck and head.

"Finishing touches," Chase said as he reappeared in Zarrow's vision. "Close your eyes." Zarrow did what he was told and felt the cool substance go on his beak and face. After a few minutes it was done and the gryphorca could no longer move it to talk, which was probably good since he felt Kirdos' paintbrush paint more golden lines on his beak soon after. Unlike the rest of his body the lines on his face were intricate and thin, forming into patterns that looked amazing, even though his eyes were frozen shut for the time being. When they were finally finished both felines stepped back and admired their work with a satisfied nod.

"Well I didn't think it would actually work," Chase commented as Zarrow finally began to move again to flap his dark green wings as the circuitry glowed in the light, as did his different-hued eyes when he opened them once more. "I do believe you made a living circuit board."

"Yeah, and not a moment too soon," Kirdos replied as he checked his phone. "Hurry and get him wrapped and help me wash up. Last thing I need is for his sharp eyes to notice some of that paint on me after I give him this gift. I only hope this works, otherwise I'm never going to hear the end of it..."

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*Athear's Realm, 17:32 nexus time*

Marru and Wolf slithered their way through the halls of the liquid snake's realm, the alcohol-filled nagas moving with purpose towards their master's chambers. Those that came across them quickly either melted into the floor or pressed their bodies against the walls after they saw the purpose in their eyes. One of Marru's hands was clenched in a fist as they finally reached the large door at the end of the hall, Wolf pushing it open to allow them inside. The room itself was dominated by a large pool of black liquid, the surface of which was as still as a mirror aside from the occasional swell as they slithered to the edge.

"Either one of us want to go in and get him?" Marru asked.

"We do that and we likely won't come back out until after the party ends," Wolf joked. "Who knows how many are in there with him, I think the best thing we can do is what we discussed and hope that he senses it. Go for it."

Marru nodded and unclenched his hand, the obsidian chip glimmered faintly in the light before the alcohol naga tossed it into the pool. They watched it sink into the thick liquid and waited, which wouldn't be for long as a serpentine visage rose up from the pool. The two bowed their heads as their master reformed itself out of the black goo, tossing the chip in his hands as he looked down at them. "Which one of you two am I going to have to liquidate for not reminding be about his?" Athear hissed.

"My lord," Wolf started to say. "We did remind you several times throughout the months, each time you told us that you were going to take care of it. Had we not checked to see if your gift was ready while we got your other things ready for the party, we wouldn't have even known that you hadn't done it yet."

Athear sighed and looked down at the name that was imprinted on the chip. "This one is going to be a bit difficult," he said as he flipped it in the air before catching it, thinking for a few seconds before he got an idea. "Hey, is that one thing we were working on ready to go yet?"

"Well... I mean... yeah," Marru stammered slightly. "We just haven't had anyone to test it on yet."

The liquid naga grinned as he slithered over the pool, which seemed to reach up and try to drag him back down as he made his way towards the edge. When he got there the substance settled back down once more. "Find me someone right now that we can get that won't mind being a test subject," Athear said. "I'll go and get the concoction ready for when you return. Don't come back here without information on someone, I'm not going to be embarrassed by being the only brother without a gift."

A short while later a blue-furred bobcat was in his living room getting ready to finish off the day, already clad in his pajamas as he sat down on his couch. As he got himself comfortable; however, he heard a peculiar noise that came from his bathroom. Kajiit got up and walked over to see what the problem was, only to be greeted by a bathtub filled with some sort of black sludge. "Well that's not good..." the bobcat commented as he knelt down and examined the goo.

Despite his better judgement he knelt down to try and see if there was a way to unblock the tub and remove the black ooze from his bathtub, only to feel nothing there. The more he fished around the stranger the goo felt around his body, as though it was coalescing around him. As he continued to lean forward he suddenly felt something grip his wrist that caused him to gasp, but before he could do anything he was pulled forward into the tub of goo. He struggled briefly as he emerged from the surface completely coated in the stuff, but then a second serpentine head rose up in the bathtub and dragged him back down once more. Soon neither person could be seen and the only indicator that anyone had been in there was the air bubbles that rose up briefly before they popped.

Several minutes after Kajiit had found himself in the strange world of the liquid naga, a towel wrapped around his shoulders as three strange nagas looked down at him. The bobcat also had become completely naked as well, which their leader Athear told him was due to the liquid that they transported him in and that he was sorry for it. They also explained to him why he was there, that they needed him in order to not look bad at a holiday party that apparently all of Athear's brothers went to and that they were doing some sort of secret santa. The others nodded in agreement as they asked him if he was in, which given the possibilities that they promised he believed would be worth whatever they threw at him.

What they threw at him, he realized once he had agreed to their request, was a bucket full of white foam that covered him. Kajiit just took the now-sopping wet towel and tossed it aside as it became useless. As he tried to wipe the substance off of his body he found himself unable to and as he continued to scrape it off it began to get tinted blue and black. Meanwhile the bubbly sensation of the foam continued to penetrate further into his body until he realized that he wasn't just covered in foam, he was becoming it!

As more of his body continued to become assimilated by the strange substance he tried to reach backwards with his hand to see how much of his uncovered back had become it. At first he couldn't reach, but the more he tried the further he got until he easily touched it with his hands. When he looked at his transformed arm he saw that it was bent at an unnatural angle, then when he stopped stretching it reverted back to his normal form. He realized he had complete control over his foamy form he experimented by merging his legs into a form similar to a naga, then grew a pair of horns and wings before he reverted his lower body back to legs, but of a draconic nature. When he wanted to complete the look with a draconic muzzle he felt it form out of his upper and lower jaw as he let out a playful growl with his new head.

"Looks like you were able to create a foam creature after all," Wolf said as they watched Kajiit test his new abilities by expanding several feet taller. "Now I'm sure he can fill all sorts of things. Forget the last minute, you may get the gift of the year for this one."

Athear scoffed and looked at the two alcohol nagas with a grin. "I'm sure my other brothers have been preparing their gifts for months now," he stated as he looked at the blue foam bobcat. "Still, it is certainly better than nothing. I wish I had some sort of decorative container or something to put him in, but we're going to have to make do with what we have. Make sure he's prepped and ready to ship, it would be a crying shame to go through all this trouble only to forget him here... although I think I could certainly find some uses for him as well."

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*Santer's Realm, 17:55 nexus time*

Leo and Adrian stood outside the door to Santer's bedroom, the two muscular leather plushies looking at each other nervously. "Are you really sure we want to do this?" Adrian asked, the stag sighing as he looked at the door.

"It's better he be informed now than show up to the party with nothing," Leo replied. "Only question is how we want to break it to him. You know how much of a perfectionist he is, if we let him go off the rails then he's going to come in with a half-finished gift anyway."

Once the two had formulated a plan they walked into their master's workshop, the leather stallion at his workbench with a piece of leather that he meticulously stitched together while staring into a magnifying glass. "There had better be an extremely good reason for why you are interrupting me right now," Santer snorted as he continued to stitch.

"Sir, it's about the holiday party," Leo said.

"I still have an hour before it begins," Santer rebuked. "I will get this done and be ready to go to Renzyl's realm along with-" he stopped mid-stitch and sighed, setting the needle down. "I didn't get the gift yet for the party, did I?"

The two leather creatures shook their head and handed him the obsidian chip, the stallion looked at it under the magnifying glass before he set it down on the table. "How quickly can you find someone that I can turn?" he asked as he got up. "We aren't going to have any time for finesse here, so as close as you can get to compliant would be great."

"We actually had someone in mind when we first realized that you had forgotten," Leo replied as they watched the horse put on a leather jacket. "You can grab him now as we take time to prepare... possibly using the oil instead of stitching something?" Santer looked down at the leather he had started to grab and realized that his minions were right, there was no way he could get a project like this done in time. He nodded and as soon as his back was turned they breathed a small sigh of relief before they got to work.

Meanwhile Azure looked around the toy store, trying to find some last minute gifts of his own as he browsed the various games and other novelties. Nothing seemed to jump out at him, but he did get to the back of the store he saw something that caught his eye. Amongst a pile of stuffed animals was one in particular that was bigger than him, a muscular horse creature that appeared to be sown out of leather. As the wusky got closer he was amazed at the craftsmanship of it as he couldn't even find any seams. Part of him wondered how much such a thing would cost as he began to look it over for a price tag.

As his search brought his gaze up to the stuffed animal's mouth he suddenly realized that there was a smile on its face that hadn't been there before, and when he leaned in closer it suddenly leaned up and kissed him square on the muzzle. "Hello there handsome," the leather horse said, Azure's jaw dropped in shock as those muscular arms wrapped around him and dragged him into the pile of stuffed animals. Eventually both creatures disappeared completely, the last thing was a blue and grey tail that quickly slid into the pile until that too was gone.

By the time Azure realized what happened to him he was already back on his feet again, only this time instead of a store he appeared to be in some sort of workshop where a leather stag, horse, and minotaur were all gathered. "Welcome to my leather emporium," Santer said. "My name is Santer and you've been chosen because my minions think that you'd be willing to take my deal without much muss or fuss. Were they right about that, or am I going to have to toss you out of the mountain of teddy bears?"

"Uh..." Azure replied as he looked at the three muscular creatures, unsure if he was dreaming or if he had somehow slipped in the store and was now in some weird coma. "I guess that would depend on what sort of deal you're offering?"

"Gonna rub you down with a special oil," Santer explained as he led the wusky to a large wooden table that would easily fit him. "That oil is going to change you and then we're going to give you to one of my brothers as a gift for the holidays. Then you can stay there and enjoy being an immortal, lust-filled creature until you want to go back home... or stay there forever, you in?"

After a few more questions Azure couldn't see the harm, in fact the way Santer explained it felt a bit like a vacation. As soon as he agreed they got him naked and on the table, then the minotaur and stag immediately began to oil up their leather palms before rubbing it into the wusky's fur. Everywhere they touched began to tingle and as the amber liquid seeped into his skin it seemed to melt his fur into it. They did that with his entire body and Azure watched in fascination as similarly-colored leather replaced every inch of his body.

Once they were finished with that step they moved back, and at first Azure thought they were finished until Santer himself came forward. With his hands dripping in the transformative oil he pressed Azure's legs together and began to work the leather between his legs. To the wusky's astonishment the two appendages began to stitch themselves together, his toes and legs merging together into one piece of leather with a seam that ran down the middle of it. The additional leather also seemed to cause that part of his body to grow, his six foot body now at least eight to ten with addition of his snake-like lower body that went all the way up to his waist.

As soon as Santer finished with that he moved up to Azure's face, but before he did he took a different type of oil and rubbed it on his hands. The former canine snorted slightly as Santer put his hands on his face and began to work the features there. Within a few minutes the horse had shrank back the canine muzzle into something more serpentine, even sticking his fingers into his mouth where the wusky got a strange but not unpleasant taste of spices, then pushed his hands to the back of Azure's head. Azure groaned in pleasant bliss as he felt the leather that was his flesh get flared out, pushing out into a cobra hood, though he kept the canine ears. Just when the transformed leather naga was about to say something he felt the leather on his head begin to harden as well as his mouth until he could only move his muzzle up and down and talk somewhat.

"So... you made him a naga plushie?" Leo asked as Santer stepped back and examined their work.

"It's a little more than that," Santer replied as Azure pushed into his stomach to find it completely hollow still retentive of its shape. "He's a waterskin that can change the properties of liquids, the muzzle I hardened so that it could act like a cap and he could move around without spilling. Just fill him up, then tell him what you want and he can make it happen. Like a spitting cobra, except more likely the spit will be booze or some other beverage."

"Well at least if he doesn't like it he can regift it next year to the other scalies in your family,"

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*Jerkah's Realm, 18:17 nexus time*

The chocolate crocodile hummed to himself as he continued to prepare the food that he was going to bring for the holiday party, his minions scurrying about to make sure that everything was perfect. As he looked in the oven to make sure that his soufflés were rising properly he felt a tap on his shoulder that caused him to look up. "Ah Yuri," Jerkah said as he stood back up. "Did you finish tempering the dark chocolate?"

"I did Master Jerkah," the caramel-scaled naga replied as he fiddled with his hands. "I know you have a lot to wrap up before the party, but there may be something that you forgot."

"Did I forget to glaze the bundt cake?" Jerkah asked.

"It's perfectly covered," Yuri replied. "What you forgot is-"

"I didn't forget to marinate the fish, did I? Famjin would be furious!"

"No, they're good too, it's-"

"Stuff the chicken breasts?"

"No, it's-"

"Cook the candied-"

"You forgot to get a gift for your brother!"

Yuri panted slightly as he finally managed to get out what he needed to say, holding out the small obsidian token with the name of the brother in question on it. Jerkah looked down at it for a second, then his eyes widened as the plate of vegetables next to him started to smoke. He let out a cry and put the ruined side dish on the back burner, then told one of his other minions to make a new one before he grabbed the caramel naga and nearly dragged him out of the expansive kitchen.

"Oh man, he's going to kill me!" Jerkah said as put his hands against his snout. "Alright, no pressure here... I know we have some leftovers that we can use, and with a little inventive crafting perhaps we can salvage this after all. How much time before we're supposed to get to Renzyl's realm for the party?"

"About forty minutes my lord," Yuri replied.

"Ahhhhhh!" Jerkah said. "This is worse than when I suddenly had to make a whole new course after I found out the guests didn't like to be turned into snakes, which who doesn't like to be nagas?!"

"I enjoy it, sir," Yuri reassured.

"Alright, we need to do this quick and dirty," Jerkah replied. "Find the easiest mark you can while I prep, then we go in, get what we need, and get this done."

Meanwhile Daniel walked down the city streets with his four arms each carrying a bag as he crossed down into the alley that connected the street with the one that would take him home. As he walked by a white van he stopped when he saw that it had the words Free Candy written on it, something that caused him to pause. When the mewtwo slowly looked around to the back of the van he saw a naga with caramel colored scales slithering around in it before he turned his head and saw the inquisitive male.

"Hi there!" The naga said with a grin on his face. "I have some free candy in here, do you want to come in here and get it? Best stuff on earth, I guarantee it."

"Are you kidding me?" Daniel replied flatly as he stepped completely around and crossed two of his arms.

The grin on the naga's muzzle grew wider as he sheepishly put a hand to the back of his head. "Yeah, I am," Yuri replied. "I just needed you to come back here and then give enough time for my master to position himself."

Before Daniel could respond the mewtwo hybrid felt a sharp shove behind him and toppled forward right into the naga's coils, which quickly wrapped around him as the crocodile pushed them both up into the van. As Yuri continued to wrap his body around the struggling male Jerkah stepped inside, closing the doors behind him. After a few seconds the van and its contents disappeared from the alley, leaving the forgotten bags as the only indicator that someone had even been there.

After a few minutes of moving and explanation Daniel sat there in the chair as both pairs of his black-scaled arms were crossed, his eyes narrowed at the naga who currently had a cold steak pressed against his eye after he had been punched in the face by the released hybrid. "So let me get this straight," Daniel asked. "You abducted me to get me here as quickly as you could... so that you could turn me into something else... so I can be a gift for one of your brothers in an alternate realm because you waited until the last minute?"

"You catch on quick," Jerkah said with a grin, though it disappeared when Yuri flashed him an angry look with his own good eye. "Normally we don't resort to such desperate measures, but time is of the essence, and we had to get your body started first if this was going to happen on time. All you have to do is try some of this, and given your proclivities I guarantee you'll enjoy it. And if you don't, then after the Christmas party I'll change you back and owe you one."

Daniel looked down at the slice of cheesecake, then back up at the chocolate crocodile with an incredulous expression. Given how the strange creature talked he had an idea on what it would do, but if that was the case then Jerkah was right and he was curious on what would happen. He took the cheesecake and ate a piece of it, and his eyes widened at how good it was. He quickly took another bite, then several more and before he knew it the whole thing was gone as he handed the plate back to Jerkah and waited for something to happen.

It didn't take long, the four-armed mewtwo hybrid felt his stomach gurgle slightly as the black flesh on his stomach began to grow texturized. As he rubbed his hands on his skin it felt more like cloth, and that feeling began to spread quickly as he felt his lips go slightly numb. When he rubbed his tongue on them it was the strange feeling of fabric on fabric as the shiny plate on his head deformed along with his skull. He let out a slight gasp as his blunted muzzle grew outwards, his nose becoming strangely triangular in the process while the same cloth texture spread over his head as it did on his body.

Daniel continued to feel the new cloth flesh of his head stretch outwards as a pair of big floppy ears appeared, which pushed his horns further down as a mane of synthetic hair grew over his head and down to his back. Though his upper body remained mostly the same aside from his new body composition, he watched as an additional toe grew out of each of his feet and they were altered slightly to look more canine in nature. His four arms began to explore over his radically altered head as the transformation reached the final point, his tail shape flowing into a more streamlined shape as another fluff of fake fur appeared there just like it did with his head. With that the changes seemed to finish, the four-armed cloth sergal looking down at himself in fascination.

"I'm... not sure I get it, sir," Yuri asked as he watched Daniel examine himself. "What is he supposed to be?"

"A cheesecloth sergal," Jerkah said with a grin. "He can capture other people with those extra arms of his and turn them into various sergals as well, like cheese, cheesecake, etc. Plus I think he will certainly like the fact that he'll fit in quite well in his realm."

"If you say so, my lord," the naga hissed. "Shall I get him prepared for you?"

"Please do," Jerkah said as he looked at his watch. "I don't have much time left and there is still a lot of packing up before we get to Renzyl's realm. Let's get this party started!"

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*Renyzl's Realm, 19:00 nexus time*

Renzyl's main hall was filled with music and food as the brothers made their way in, each with their own minions that either assisted them or brought in the gifts that they were to exchange. The rubber dragon greeted them all and told them to help themselves to the food that Jerkah had prepared for them. There were rubber lizardmen around to serve the brothers their drinks and food as they settled in for a holiday dinner. It was rare for the ten to be gathered at the same spot all at once, so their conversations were filled with catching up on what they were doing with their realms and anything new that happened to their lives. Of course they all still knew that they were essentially facing one another to try and rule the entire nexus realm, but what they could share, they did as they continued on with their meal.

When dinner was finished they all retired to one of the living rooms that Renzyl had prepared for the occasion, all of them sitting down in one of the many spots as they sipped their after-dinner drinks. "Well I suppose there's no time like the present," Kirdos said. "Why don't we go ahead and do secret santa? Renzyl, if you could have your minions bring in the gifts."

Renzyl nodded and motioned for his servants to go out and bring in the gifts, then after a few minutes the bigger nagas and lizardman came in the with large packages and put them next to those who had brought them in the first place. When the other nexus creatures saw what everyone had bought relatively the same size package that moved occasionally they started to throw glances at one another, some looking away attempting to be coy about it while others simply looked at the floor. When it was clear that everyone was thinking the same thing Renzyl was the first to let out a small chuckle, which caused a chain reaction where all the brothers began to laugh.

"We really are the worst at this," Kirdos said as he shook his head.

"It's the thought that counts?" Haleon asked as his metallic wings ruffled slightly.

"That really doesn't make it much better," Tarien also replied once he had stopped chuckling.

Kirdos just shook his head and raised his glass into the air. "Here's to another attempt at having a normal party," the obsidian hybrid said, the others doing the same before they took a drink and Kirdos clapped his hands together. "Alright then, I guess there's really nothing else but to get started. Who wants to go first?"