Guro Challenge #30: Monstrous
#8 of 33 Day Guro Challenge
His bones are creaking out of shape, body growing and legs growing faster until his head pushes branches out of the way, scratching up his face. He clutches at his tail for comfort and it dissolves between his claws, his fur is showering the ground, leaving tattered tufts on his head and jaw. His skull bulges and his wails of pain and horror pour from a blunted, shrinking snout; his stomach churns in an unfamiliar manner, and he coughs up bile as he's seen foxes and weasels do, coating his shortened front teeth and sprouting canines. He claws at himself as if to peel the change away, and his claws fall out, replaced by useless flattened stubs. He tries to curl up, and his spine will no longer obey.
That damn seer Miggo is watching, smiling, twisting his claws and pulling Sneezewort's body into its new shape as he would a puppet's strings.
"I told yer not to cross me, but a toad's too good fer ya."
Sneezewort screams and wakes, strokes his familiar fur in relief, and presses closer to the snoring Lousewort's back, shivering.