Ferret
Hey. Yes, you. Would you like to be my ferret familiar? You would? Well, come over here and try on these cute ferret paw gloves... <3
Some short and teasy second-person ferret familiar transformation fun, with hints of pet and affection and warmth; written in April 2022, hope you enjoy it~
I pulled your new ferret paws over your silly human hands, like gloves. Snug. Warm. Wiggly digits. Your paws, your ferret paws, fusing to your skin, feeling so nice and proper. You could push your nose to them, to the soft fur and firm pads and burrowing claws, feeling every touch as your own, getting the first hint of your new ferret scent.
Giggly, excited, and changing. Just whispering into your ears; ferret, ferret. You'd be a ferret. I brought up fur on your neck, rubbed through it like a scruff, and gave it a tug to loosen your body, open your ears, and put a gentle swirl into your eyes. You'd listen to me. I'd be your owner, and you'd be my fluffy assistant, my helpful familiar, my sweet pet.
It wouldn't have worked if you didn't want it. I know, it was a surprise, up until then you didn't even know such a thing was possible. I'd summoned a familiar, and there you were; not exactly arriving ready for service, suddenly wrenched out of your old world and your old life. You calmed, we had tea, we talked, and I could see my words inspiring new thoughts, new ideas. New possibilities.
I held up your new muzzle, furry outside and smooth inside, ready to be pressed against your face. It was the most intense part of the change, I apologised; it would feel so close, so personal, over tongue and teeth, nose and mouth, even up to your eyes. Senses overloaded. Seeing if you were ready. Asking again.
It was a whirlwind. You had to ride it out, all the pressure and warmth; sharpening teeth, sprouting whiskers, your very shape rounded, shortened, wider nose, paws flying up to pull on the prosthetic, but it wasn't coming off, would never come off, it was your muzzle now. Fur wouldn't stop, replacing hair, shaping your ears; warmth ran into your eyes and from there to your mind, distracting, broadening your senses, hearing and smelling and seeing, like a little ferret running loose inside your thoughts until it became you.
Panting, dooking, as the world came back into focus and your ferret paws explored your ferret cheeks, your ferret nose and eyes and ears. A cute ferret head, with brown and silvery fur you'd come to have all over. I was too excited to let you settle, and I went right in with your orb collar, just under your chin. I framed you between my paws, held close to my eyes, and I squeezed them together. My perspective came true, making you gasp and whine as pressure began to shrink you down. All that size was swallowed up by the orb on your collar, crackling with energy as I kept you getting smaller. Of course, you'd have to be small to be my pet, and the smaller you got, the more magical you'd be to begin with. Eventually, I was able to lift you out of your clothes and up in my paws, for the first time; as you squirmed and squeaked, as fur coated and hindpaws stretched and I kneaded away everything that was human, leaving only ferret. Long body, stubby paws, finishing with the production of your slim, flicky tail. My perfect ferret, that was you.
I'd add some magic to your orb, sealing your collar in place as part of you. I'd touch up your claws, your eyes and nose and ears, with a dash of my colours. I'd have to teach you how to speak again, though you understood me just fine. We had very much magic to understand and to do; and, I'm sure there'd still be yet more for us to understand, together.
-fin