Transformation and Sex Vignettes.rtf
Transformation & Sex Vignettes
They walked hand-in-hand. He was a quiet schoolboy. She was a chinese schoolgirl. She talked, he listened. Something happened. She smelled an intoxicating scent from him. He stood there, then he growled and his clothes ripped. He grew hair all over and in size. She screamed and tried to run but he jumped on top of her. He pinned her to the ground and took her from behind. He thrusted into her again and again. She cried....at first. Her sobbings became moanings. Her moanings became growling. When he came she howled and they had a hard time raising the pups during their exams.
Separated, alone and six months pregnant, she sat reading a strange old book in the corner of her meagre flat. With little else to do she chanted a string of words that formed a wishful prayer. Something happened. Her tongue grew long and forked, her eyes went completely white, her feet became hooves, curved horns spouted from her head and her hair was white against her pitch-black skin. The wings were a nice touch. Oh well, she thought, some money would have been nice but you use what you're given. She then removed her crucifix and tore off her tattered clothes before flying into the night sky.
She played the sitar sitting and he listened, kneeling. His eyes were closed. He acted as if in a trance. Eventually she stopped plucking and sat up. She undid the combs in her hair and let her robe slip off. His eyes remained closed. She reached with both hands to the back of her neck and pulled. Her kind mature face crumpled as it fell away from her scaled real one. She soon slithered out of the false skin and folded the skin and her robe. The man felt her warm embrace. She kissed him and held him and kept him warm. His eyes opened but saw nothing as always.
She was bored. Her husband was a bore. Seventeen years and three children had taken all the charm out of him. Romance was buried deep and Bedtime was for sleep. She tried manuals, crystals, soothing music but nothing had worked. Tonight she'd tried reading a piece from a strange old book she'd found. But the words never came.
Their eldest daughter was doing her hair in the mirror, dressed in her bra and panties. It was only when it took longer to brush did she notice the white hairs that grew all over body. Her ears sprouted out like a fox and her nose and mouth protuded. Her brown hair faded in to a white mane and long flowing tail tore through her panties and touched the floor. Her hands became paws and her legs became hind legs. Red markings dotted all over. Mercifully she had the one pair of breasts (though she took the bra off as it looked silly) and could stand on her hind legs. Over a cigarette she thought about it. No doubt her mother had misused that book of hers. Still she'd hardly stand out given the wolves at school.