Wolf Companion TF Spell Story

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I've been playing https://www.transformaniatime.com/ and decided to make some spells! There's a few I've already uploaded, but they're spells for the game to turn people into various things! For this one, the art was for an old tabletop game and isn't needed anymore, so I decided to put it to a new use!

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Story by https://linktr.ee/Ra_Zim 


Wolf Companion Transformation

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Victim POV:

0-20%: You're walking along when you notice a mage approaching you. Something is very off and wrong here, which surprises you when you realize that their actions are perfectly normal outside of Sunnyglade. All they're doing is waving hello and coming up in a friendly way. Geez, this city really has messed with your paranoia in a bad way. You notice the magical aura surrounding the approaching mage but they get to just a few feet away and make no attacks against you, simply smiling and saying, "Hello there! Nice day, isn't it?" You blink in confusion and can't quite figure out how to respond to a simple, friendly question. Despite the confusion on your face, you still look at them wary and a tad bit suspicious. No one is that nice here. You don't even notice that your hair has turned a silvery gray and your ears have pushed up into points.

20-40%: This strange mage reaches out and you recoil back instinctively before realizing they were simply reaching to give a handshake. They give a small chuckle before saying, "Oh come now, something wrong? Wolf got your tongue?" That's an odd way to say that old phrase, but it really does seem like this person merely wants to be your friend, as odd as it is in Sunnyglade. You stammer out a quick reply, "W-well, uh, sorry just... Nevermind. Yeah, it's a pretty nice day." You accept the handshake, keeping focused on their face for some sign of subterfuge but you just can't place anything and you're definitely not seeing any attacks. Could it really be possible that someone just wants to be a friend? You give a small friendly smile back to the other mage, your focus entirely on their face and unaware of the changes coursing through your hands, especially the one shaking the mage's hand. The fur growing across your hands and arms, the shortening fingers and loss of your thumb as it shrivels and moves up your arm to become a dewclaw on your forearm goes entirely unnoticed as you just feel a strange sense of familiarity and friendship towards this strange mage.

40-60%: "My name is $ATTACKER_NAME$. What's yours?" The question catches you off guard as the other mage backs away a foot or so, glancing around the two of you while they wait for your reply. You shift on your feet and try to get a better stance as you feel uncomfortable standing straight up. You reach up to pick at your shirt that seems to be getting rather hot and ill-fitting before you finally respond to them with nothing more than your name but you give a small, gruff bark before you actually speak and clear your throat, speaking your name more rough than usual. They simply smile at you and reply, "Well, it's very nice to meet you $VICTIM_NAME$! It's nice to find someone so friendly here, isn't it?"

60-80%: "Y-yerf, er... Yeah... erf..." You reply to their question, blinking as you try to clear your throat again only to finally notice the new muzzle that has formed in front of your face. You bark loudly in alarm and look down at the rest of your body but the movement seems to be too fast and a wave of vertigo crashes over you before you find yourself on all fours, looking down at a pair of large paws and the front legs of some manner of canine. You are stunned, just staring at those paws in surprise before your companion... Wait, no, they're an attacker! You are stopped by this thought until they start to pull your shirt off, you squirm and try to get away, giving a bark of protest before you stumble and fall onto your side, still trying to protest, "N... arfo! Don'f! Thark... I'm not arf dog!" They keep going and pull your shirt up and off of you, and with it something changes in your mind. You feel confusion as your head just feels... lighter. You catch a glimpse of yourself in a nearby window and realize that your head is fully that of a wolf now, ears perched on top of your head, nose twitching as it sniffs at the air. You catch a whiff of your companion and wiggle the stub of a tail you've grown happily and lean closer before you shake your head and give an angry bark. You know something is missing in your mind, but you can't place what at all. You feel an affection towards your attacker, it's not right. This isn't right at all.

80-99%: "Aww can't speak anymore, boy?" your new companion says as they move down towards your legs. You tried desperately to speak, to prove them wrong, but even to your own ears you hear nothing but whines and barks. You watch them move down to your legs and can see through the pants you're wearing that you've lost your humanity there. Your companion, gah, that word again, but you can't even think of them as anything but your best friend and companion. Every time you try to think of them as an atta-companion, gah, that happens! You can feel your mind shifting every time they pull off an article of clothing. With the first shoe, memories of your childhood fade away, replaced with scattered images, sounds and scents of growing up alongside the other mage. With the second shoe, you can't remember any education except for the careful training you were put through to make sure you would be safe and effective in any battle. You remember eagerly learning it all so you can be the best protector to your friend that anyone could hope for. You feel that loyalty growing stronger as both of your socks are removed at once. You whimper softly as you see your former feet shifting to paws. They elongate and soft leathery pads form on the ball of your feet. Your nails sink in to become somewhat dull claws, the toes thicken and push your big toe away, said big toe dwindles down and moves up your foot to become a proper dewclaw. Then the last of your clothes are pulled down. With them your few remaining human memories become fuzzy but don't fade as your friend stops to watch as your crotch shifts. As your new male canine anatomy finishes, your friend finally frees you from the last of that strange fabric. You know you used to like wearing that stuff, that it was proper, but now... You can't even remember the name the two-leggers use for it. You were a two-legger once, right? You used to use magic to attain greater power and protect your friend! Wait, that's not quite right. You shake your head with even more confusion as the last of your human memories have nearly faded away.

Male: "Aww can't speak anymore, boy?" your new companion says as they move down towards your legs. You tried desperately to speak, to prove them wrong, but even to your own ears you hear nothing but whines and barks. You watch them move down to your legs and can see through the pants you're wearing that you've lost your humanity there. Your companion, gah, that word again, but you can't even think of them as anything but your best friend and companion. Every time you try to think of them as an atta-companion, gah, that happens! You can feel your mind shifting every time they pull off an article of clothing. With the first shoe, memories of your childhood fade away, replaced with scattered images, sounds and scents of growing up alongside the other mage. With the second shoe, you can't remember any education except for the careful training you were put through to make sure you would be safe and effective in any battle. You remember eagerly learning it all so you can be the best protector to your friend that anyone could hope for. You feel that loyalty growing stronger as both of your socks are removed at once. You whimper softly as you see your former feet shifting to paws. They elongate and soft leathery pads form on the ball of your feet. Your nails sink in to become somewhat dull claws, the toes thicken and push your big toe away, said big toe dwindles down and moves up your foot to become a proper dewclaw. Then the last of your clothes are pulled down. With them your few remaining human memories become fuzzy but don't fade as your friend stops to watch as your crotch shifts. Your shaft doesn't quite harden, but it's more like a rod being pushed through a balloon, making it stand up straight. You can see as fur envelopes your balls and a fleshy, fuzzy sheath forms around the base of your dick, just below that knot. Finally, the tip narrows out, becoming the tapered point canines carry on their members. As your new male canine anatomy finishes, your friend finally frees you from the last of that strange fabric. You know you used to like wearing that stuff, that it was proper, but now... You can't even remember the name the two-leggers use for it. You were a two-legger once, right? You used to use magic to attain greater power and protect your friend! Wait, that's not quite right. You shake your head with even more confusion as the last of your human memories have nearly faded away.

Female: "Aww can't speak anymore, boy?" your new companion says as they move down towards your legs. You tried desperately to speak, to prove them wrong, but even to your own ears you hear nothing but whines and barks. You watch them move down to your legs and can see through the pants you're wearing that you've lost your humanity there. Your companion, gah, that word again, but you can't even think of them as anything but your best friend and companion. Every time you try to think of them as an atta-companion, gah, that happens! You can feel your mind shifting every time they pull off an article of clothing. With the first shoe, memories of your childhood fade away, replaced with scattered images, sounds and scents of growing up alongside the other mage. With the second shoe, you can't remember any education except for the careful training you were put through to make sure you would be safe and effective in any battle. You remember eagerly learning it all so you can be the best protector to your friend that anyone could hope for. You feel that loyalty growing stronger as both of your socks are removed at once. You whimper softly as you see your former feet shifting to paws. They elongate and soft leathery pads form on the ball of your feet. Your nails sink in to become somewhat dull claws, the toes thicken and push your big toe away, said big toe dwindles down and moves up your foot to become a proper dewclaw. Then the last of your clothes are pulled down. With them your few remaining human memories become fuzzy but don't fade as your friend stops to watch as your crotch shifts. You can feel something pushing its way up from deep inside you, almost seeming to push your entire vagina out of you as the lips form into a fuzzy sheath surrounding the new dick that has spread open your former slit. The shaft grows longer and harder, a red hue to the flesh with that tapered tip. Pleasure flows through you as the knot inflates at the base, just above the sheath. Finally a sensation of something dropping out of you is felt as a pair of soft, furry balls lay on your hindleg. As your new male canine anatomy finishes, your friend finally frees you from the last of that strange fabric. You know you used to like wearing that stuff, that it was proper, but now... You can't even remember the name the two-leggers use for it. You were a two-legger once, right? You used to use magic to attain greater power and protect your friend! Wait, that's not quite right. You shake your head with even more confusion as the last of your human memories have nearly faded away.

100%: Your friend has been so good to you so far. You feel so happy. You fight it down then and awkwardly move to snap at your companion, uncertain of how to use your new body still. It is at this point they finally push their first direct spell at you, using a finger pressed to your nose. You freeze as the magic sinks into your body. You feel the last bits of your human mind fading rapidly. You try your best to hold onto them but they all slip away almost as soon as you try to focus on remembering them. You feel your mind filled, like a comforting wave, with memories of you and your companion facing down every threat. Memories of warm nights by the campfire, snuggled close to each other. Of adventures and discovering secrets across the land. Of treats and hunting together for food. Of being hoisted up into a tree by a rope and harness by your friend to avoid a threat down below. You feel such a strong bond to them, such an unbreakable loyalty. A shiver goes down your spine and that little nub almost explodes out into a bushy tail, wagging happily as instead of biting that hand, you nuzzle into it and give an affectionate lick. You were reunited with your companion properly at last. They were different than you remember, but perhaps you can help them get back to their proper self later. For now? You get up and lean against them, ready to face down every threat to protect your friend.

Transformer POV:

0-20%: You wander about the city looking for an ideal new companion when you see them: A mage off by themselves. They'll do wonderfully. But for this spell to truly achieve what you desire, it won't work to just outright start an assault. Sure, you can magically influence the bond, but for a truly impenetrable loyalty you need to be close, to imprint yourself on their new mind. You walk over to the mage and give a friendly wave, "Hello there! Nice day, isn't it?" As soon as you get close, you radiate your magic out from your body, almost seeming like more of a show of strength to your soon-to-be new companion but there's more to that energy surrounding yourself. You give an eager smile as you see their hair start to turn a silvery color and their ears begin to perk up into points. They look at you confused and wary despite your friendly demeanor.

20-40%: You simply reach out to shake their hand, giving a small chuckle at their lack of a reply, "Oh come now, something wrong? Wolf got your tongue?" Your disarming smile has the intended effect, keeping them distracted and focused on your face with that same confusion painted on their face still. They stammer out a quick reply now, "W-well, uh, sorry just... Nevermind. Yeah, it's a pretty nice day." You shake their hand, not looking down but you can feel the bones and skin shifting in your palm as the hand shifts. Their fingers pull up towards the main part of their hand while their thumb shrivels and moves up their wrist, becoming a useless little dewclaw on the side of their arm. You can feel little pin pricks all over your palm as fur grows in, starting hard as it first forms and becoming more soft as it grows out to cover the new paw. You give a soft squeeze and smile at them, knowing they'd take it as simply a friendly one while you're actually smiling at the soft leathery paw pads that had formed in the middle of your palm. You keep up that aura of magic, letting the energy simply flow around and the bits that go into them keep these changes going, it seems there is something affecting them mentally now as they seem to relax more around you, even giving a friendly smile back with the confusion smoothing away from their face.

40-60%: "My name is $ATTACKER_NAME$. What's yours?" you ask as you back away just slightly, pretending to be engaging in a simple conversation while you mask looking around the area casually in order to take a look at the spreading changes across your new companion's body. They were beginning to lean forward as their hips were subtly shifting to a proper quadrupedal stance and the gray fur continued to grow all over. You could even see dark brown fur poking up from under their shirt. You keep up that friendly smile as you turn your attention back to their face, a little surprised they haven't seemed to notice their nose and mouth pushing out from the normally flat surface and the blackening of their entire nose. After a few moments, they finally give a gruff bark before clearing their throat and responding in a slightly more rough voice, "$VICTIM_NAME$." To which you smile and reply, "Well, it's very nice to meet you $VICTIM_NAME$! It's nice to find someone so friendly here, isn't it?"

60-80%: "Y-yerf, er... Yeah... erf..." They reply, their speech starting to degrade from words to simple barks. They let out a louder bark as it seems they've finally taken note of the muzzle that has grown out of their face and look down at their body. The motion is too fast for their reforming hips though as they are sent down onto all fours before you, their paws finally reaching the ground comfortably. You just laugh at their predicament and lean down to start tugging their shirt off of them, "Silly wolf, did you get into a pile of former mages or something? Here, let me get those off of you." The changing mage tries to resist, attempting to back away but their unchanged legs leave them to only stumble and fall over onto their side. They give a bark of protest but you just casually tug the shirt up and over their head in spite of it, "N... arfo! Don'f! Thark... I'm not arf dog!" As you pull that shirt up and off of them -carefully navigating it over their new front legs- you are rewarded with the sight of a fully changed head. Their nose twitches as it sniffs the air and brings in your scent and a happiness goes across their face as a stub of a tail wags behind them before they shake their head and give an angry bark.

80-99%: "Aww, can't speak anymore, boy?" you say as you move to their legs, accompanied by a series of whines and barks, some of which almost sound like words. Their legs have already begun to rapidly transition from the normal human ones they had to the hind legs of a wolf. You smile as you tug off their shoes and socks, giggling in glee as those feet are still changing into paws before you. You give them a small massage to help the transition along, feeling the feet lengthen in your grip and become more elongated. The ball of the foot remains roughly the same size, the skin turning a dark gray color and plumping up into leathery paw pads with the toes forming similar soft, spongy pads on them as they grow just a bit, almost pushing out the big toe as it moves up the length of the foot -or rather paw now- and settles higher on the leg as a dewclaw to match their former thumbs. You tug their pants and underwear off next, leaving the new wolf naked as was proper for an animal. You watch with curiosity as the magic is currently shifting their crotch to a new sheath with the knotted length of a canine dick poking out of it.

Male: "Aww, can't speak anymore, boy?" you say as you move to their legs, accompanied by a series of whines and barks, some of which almost sound like words. Their legs have already begun to rapidly transition from the normal human ones they had to the hind legs of a wolf. You smile as you tug off their shoes and socks, giggling in glee as those feet are still changing into paws before you. You give them a small massage to help the transition along, feeling the feet lengthen in your grip and become more elongated. The ball of the foot remains roughly the same size, the skin turning a dark gray color and plumping up into leathery paw pads with the toes forming similar soft, spongy pads on them as they grow just a bit, almost pushing out the big toe as it moves up the length of the foot -or rather paw now- and settles higher on the leg as a dewclaw to match their former thumbs. You tug their pants and underwear off next, leaving the new wolf naked as was proper for an animal. You watch with curiosity as the magic is currently shifting their crotch. The fur has already consumed their balls, covering them in a velvety patch of fuzz while a furred bit of flesh moves up their length to give it a warm home when his manhood isn't being used. You watch as the flaccid member starts to perk up of its own accord, kind of like a balloon with a rod being pushed up inside as the bone most mammals have in their dicks is growing in. This is followed by the skin turning a shade of red and the base of it ballooning out to form the knot canines are known for. Finally, the tip of the shaft narrows out, forming into the tapered, pointed tip.

Female: "Aww, can't speak anymore, boy?" you say as you move to their legs, accompanied by a series of whines and barks, some of which almost sound like words. Their legs have already begun to rapidly transition from the normal human ones they had to the hind legs of a wolf. You smile as you tug off their shoes and socks, giggling in glee as those feet are still changing into paws before you. You give them a small massage to help the transition along, feeling the feet lengthen in your grip and become more elongated. The ball of the foot remains roughly the same size, the skin turning a dark gray color and plumping up into leathery paw pads with the toes forming similar soft, spongy pads on them as they grow just a bit, almost pushing out the big toe as it moves up the length of the foot -or rather paw now- and settles higher on the leg as a dewclaw to match their former thumbs. You tug their pants and underwear off next, leaving the new wolf naked as was proper for an animal. You watch with curiosity as the magic is currently shifting their crotch, her vagina pushing out and forming into a sheath that a dick begins to poke out of. It is red with a tapered, pointed tip and an inflated knot at the base.

100%: You finish getting those clothes off and stay there, knelt and examine your handiwork when you hear a snarl from the wolf and they awkwardly move to snap at you. You finally utilize your first direct spell and move your hand out to boop their nose to deliver the spell. You feel a connection form in your mind, rudimentary and comprised of images, scents, and feelings. You can see as the last bits of their human mind fade away entirely, replaced with loving and warm memories of comfortable nights snuggled together by the campfire. Of adventures and discovering secrets across the land. Of giving him treats and hunting together with bow and fang for food. Of hoisting your new companion up by rope and harness into a tree to avoid a danger on the ground below. You can feel his strong bond to you as much as you feel a strong bond to them. You trust he'll protect you as he trusts you'll help him. You can see a shiver spread down his back before exploding out of that nub of a tail into a proper bushy appendage, wagging happily behind him. You smile as you feel reunited with your companion properly, as if you had not just turned some random mage into this wolf. He leans into your palm, giving it a nuzzle and an affectionate lick though you can feel a fleeting uncertainty at your current form from him, but it vanishes shortly after as he gets up and leans against you, ready to face down every threat to protect you.

Discovery Message

You're in the game room when you see a broadcast of a livestream on one of the TVs. It shows a tabletop campaign where currently the ranger in the party is fighting against some manner of wild wolf spirits to get back his animal companion. They ultimately determine him to be unworthy after he shot down from a tree above the three dire wolves instead of engaging the unfair fight directly. The player describes his character as sitting in the snow in the clearing, alone for several minutes until the soft crunch of steps in snow reaches his ears. Coming from the first is his wolf companion, having rejected the spirits' refusal and gone back to his friend after all. Your heart is warmed listening to the interaction and a desire forms in your mind: You want a faithful companion like that. Now you just need to make one.

Description of Form

This wolf seems to carry with him an impenetrable bond of friendship and loyalty to his companion. He growls protectively at anyone that dares to threaten his friend, getting fiercely defensive. There is a light of some manner of intelligence behind his eyes beyond that of a normal animal, though his actions show he's still a normal wolf in most ways so his intelligence may just be exceptionally high for a wolf. Dark gray fur covers his body except for a brown belly and neck as well as silver fur topping his head, and there is a scar from a past battle emblazoned on his right shoulder. To his owner and their friends, he is friendly, happy and obedient, loving to get belly rubs and affection as often as he can.

Description of Item

You have become a loyal and faithful companion. You know you were one of those two-leggers before but now? You're very happy in your new form. You feel a deep, impenetrable bond to your companion and friend, eagerly adventuring with them together and doing everything you can to defend them. You won't let any harm come to your friend on your watch! You are a wolf with a glimmer of intelligence beyond the standard animal's. You know you are a magical companion and have formed this bond with one of the two-leggers and that's just fine. After all, you have someone to look out and care for you while you guard and protect them. It's a bond of affection deeper than any simple friendship and you wouldn't have it any other way.

Spell Description

This spell was devised after seeing the bond between a ranger and their companion. So now you've decided to make your own loyal wolf companion! Thus this spell serves to form that bond and reshape your new friend to a more fitting form to stay by your side!