Guess What I've Got? (Illustrations and Short Story)

Monday, June 8, 2020 - 10:08 PM

Okay! This is the set of illustrations and the short story I did for the second FetZine! I actually ended up on the cover with this submission, so that was super awesome! The theme of the issue was Guess What I've Got, and the issue had some surprise coloring book pages and came with CRAYONS! That was hella cool.

"Guess what I've got?"

I looked up at my mate, fingers automatically flicking over the keys to save the project. "Huh?" I was always bleary when I had to jump from focusing on one thing to another.

He grinned, cheekily, and for a moment I could see the kitsune trapped inside his human skin. "You hafta guess."

I rolled my eyes. "A carrot," I said dryly.

His brown eyes sparked with mirth. "Do you want a carrot?"

I leaned back in my chair, ready for him to get on with his game, "Not really."

Triumph lit his face, "Even if you get to wear this?" And he pulled his prize from behind his back. Prizes, plural. He gripped two gold collars in hands that shook with excitement. Not just excitement. Yearning.

I lept to my feet and bolted to him, "No way!" I exclaimed, "How'd you get them!" AgrippaTech collars had been in licensing hell for years. I wouldn't have even known they existed if my mate hadn't had connections through his job in biotech. While his lab developed vaccines and cancer treatments, AgrippaTech had a different focus.

"He's thinking of buying TDB! He actually toured the lab today! He wanted to meet everyone there!" He paused, his voice raw with emotion, "He saw me."

My mate and I were both otherkin, our bodies were human, like everyone else's, but our spirits, or souls, or however you want to call it, weren't. It was hard, and it hurt, to have no one see who you really were, and worse to feel your own body as an alien trap. When pressed to describe the feeling, I usually compared it to waking up as an elephant. Even if you happened to be perfectly healthy, and in a great situation for an elephant, if you aren't one inside, you're still going to be distressed, and still want to escape to your true self. I hugged him tight. Feeling seen? That was a big fuckin' deal.

He hugged me back, tight, "He just...he started out just watching me when they walked him through, but before they escorted him on he asked me if...if I knew what I was." His grin was watery, "You know I do. He said wait, and got it out of a bag on his back, like nothing. And I said I had a mate who needed one too, and he just smiled and...and now you have one too."

I nuzzled his chest, grateful. It wasn’t that he was tall, but I was short. "Thank you."

"I think...I think he just wants to spread it, yanno? Did you ever hear about the water thing?"

"Almost moved to Detroit in case he changed his mind or got another chance." About ten years back, when Agrippa had made his first breakthrough, he had nearly introduced an agent to Detroit's water supply that would've transformed anyone who lived there into a unicorn. He'd been talked down by a local superhero, and had ultimately continued the development of his...technology? Magic? Magitech? Whichever. And now we had the collars. Wait. We had the collars. I touched my mate's paw. Hand. Soon-to-be paw. I grinned up at him, "Well, what're we waiting for?"

He kissed me, and we took this party to the bedroom, laughing giddily as we sprinted to the room, hands entwined. We flopped to the bed and wrapped around one another in exuberance again, and began stripping one another of clothing as quickly as we could. I ended up doing most of the work, as he held the collars in one white-knuckled hand, unwilling to set them down. I was caught in the same spell, certain the golden keys to freedom would disappear if left to their own devices, and helped him off with his button-up and the t-shirt beneath, his pants he handled himself once I'd unbuttoned and unzipped them.

Once we were both nude, his lips found mine again, and he wrapped me in his arms, the collars in his fist cool against my flushed skin. He released my mouth, and bent to nip at the scars on my chest from my top surgery, a reminder of how far we had already come, and how much further we were about to go. I put my own mouth to work at the base of his neck and after a moment's hesitation, sucked up a hickey where it would probably be hidden by a shirt in case I was wrong. I probably shouldn't have anyway, he hated showing up to work with visible marks, but, well... He groaned with the sensation until he realized what I was doing, "Hey!"

He didn't quite push me off, and I licked over the mark, "You'll have fur tomorrow." The olive skin I kissed warmed at the thought, and this time he did stop me. I looked into his warm brown eyes.

"Let's not wait any longer, then." He passed me one of the collars, and despite himself, his body tried to curl in with embarrassment. This was a whole different level of intimacy, if these collars worked as they were meant to we would finally see each other's real selves for the first time. I kissed the collar in my hands, and put it on him.

Surprise lit his eyes, and he didn't hesitate to put the collar he held to my throat. Before he fastened it, he kissed the gold item over my neck like I had his, and bound my fate. My skin danced where he touched, and sparks flared in my belly. I caught a hand as he withdrew it, his fingers were already tipped with his new black claws. His eyes shone with wonder, and I began to kiss his changing digits as warmth started to build in my forehead.

His eyes widened, "Your forehead is glowing!" I could see a blue shine starting to reflect in his eyes, "No horn yet, but...it's glowing."

My breath caught with excitement, and I trailed the fingers of one hand over the warmth. Still smooth, but... "Stay clear of it, in case that part comes in a rush."

He nodded, eyes wide, and I saw the pupils were longer than they had been, already edging into a fox's oblong ones. I looked at the paw...hand...changing hand of his I still held, the digits were shorter, and dark fur was starting to enshroud them. I tapped it to draw his attention, then rose to kneeling while he inspected the fur with wonder. Ears. They weren't pointed before, more's the pity, but they were making up for that mistake, now. My nostrils flared, and faintly I smelled...something. With a low sound deep in my throat, I reached to nibble his changing ears. He gasped and jerked, then lunged and flattened me to my back, pressing his hips into mine, his hard dick trapped between us, my own T-cock reaching to brush him. I nickered in response, and reached for that ear again, nipping at its soft point. He groaned, and shoved his face into the hollow of my neck, gasping. I rumbled to him again, and played with the ear a bit more, wrapping my arms around him to hold him tight to me.

I noticed the nails on my fingers had spread, and that my fingers seemed to be pairing off like high schoolers at a dance. I grunted my satisfaction, and nuzzled my mate's dark hair. He pulled himself up, and looked down at me, his features beginning to sharpen, to clarify into what they should always have been, and it sent heat through me. He lowered his nascent muzzle to lick my collarbone, and I gave him another rumble of pleasure. A vulpine squeak answered me joyously, and that scent I was sure was there but couldn't name grew.

I lowered fumbling fingers to his backside, and found his tailbone, where three lumps were forming and thrashed at my touch, and he squeaked again and bit down on my collarbone. The heat at my forehead intensified, and the peach fuzz over the three lumps started to thicken to true fur. I reached down and caught his ear again, now significantly longer--both his ear and the reach of my own mouth--and played with the three growing lumps. He arched his back, and a vulpine whine issued from his throat as his teeth sharpened on my collarbone. I jerked, and gasped a sharp breath before my own teeth clasped down on his ear. He yipped sharply and pulled away, his poor ear yanking before I remembered to release it.

I nuzzled his neck in apology, enjoying the increased reach granted by my growing muzzle. A dark-furred digit touched my jaw and he withdrew, looking into my eyes. His own were lighter, and his face, while not yet fully vulpine, was no longer human. The end of his nose was dark and glimmered wetly, and I had to resist the urge to reach up and lick it. His muzzle was nearly completely formed and furred up to his eyes, which were changing shape slightly, and likely position. His ears pricked proudly and were travelling higher on his head, and his hair looked shorter while the roots were coming in gold to match the fur on top of his muzzle.

He lowered his head and kissed me between the eyes, which I realized were further apart. I wondered what I looked like, and twisted my neck to see the mirror on our bedroom door. I was staggered by the sight of the two of us part-changed and entwined. His feet were most of the way to dark paws, and the three furred bumps were now short tails rising from his rump, undulating. He'd turned to see where I looked, and I got to see his face as he took in its changes with wonder.

I smirked and turned to the reflection of my own face, and my breath caught as my arousal jumped up another notch. A blue-glowing lump adorned my forehead over my larger and greener eyes. Like my mate's, my ears were pointed, though much more sharply, and the silvery-furred extremities seemed to be sliding to a higher position. My face had started to develop a fine equine muzzle and medium blue fur, with a silly splash of white at the end of my nose. I turned my head, and saw the beginnings of a silvery beard on my new chin, my own hair appeared to be longer, with distinctly silver roots. I grinned, and saw my teeth had started to change, too, my incisors matching each other with a space growing between them and my molars, my canines shrinking.

My mate had been watching me take stock with pleasure, and I rewarded him with a deep kiss, our newly lengthened faces making the experience entirely novel. I cupped his face, and saw my own hand was now two-fingered and much longer, with emerald hoof capulets at the end of the silver-furred digits. I rubbed a furred and hoof-capped thumb over the fur ghosting over his cheek and whickered my satisfaction. He broke the kiss and licked the end of my nose, where the little splash of white lay. I watched his flattened tongue with fascination. He ran a claw-tipped digit down the crest of my neck, and I shuddered, realizing hair was starting to sprout all the way down my neck, and something was twitching at my tailbone and shoulder blades.

I nosed his shoulder urgently, and he let me up, amusement shining in his sky blue eyes. I twisted to get to his dick, and began licking his thighs. His feet truly were paws now, his ankles furred hocks. I licked where dark fur dusted to empty skin mid-calf, then returned to his hips, drawing closer and closer to his dick. My new nostrils flared with his warm, aroused scent, and I rumbled my approval. My upper lip twisted to catch the scent better, then I ran my newly wide tongue over his shaft's erect length. It looked like it was blushing, and my own T-cock twitched at the idea of giving my mate head while it changed. A flutter at my tailbone made me realize my own tail was starting to grow in, and I took my mate's cock into my mouth and rumbled again.

"Fuck!" he yipped, not prepared for the sensation. I smiled around the mouth-full, and rumbled again. "Fuck! Are you really gonna give me a hummer right now!?" My laughter around his cock seemed to be another very strange sensation, and he yipped and clawed at my back, pulling his upper torso into the air to my hips. The flutter at my shoulder blades happened again, and one of my legs twitched in reflex to kick out, but I kept it planted. I grabbed his legs, using our weight on my arms to keep him from escaping. My neck seemed longer, which was very useful since I could lever more weight onto his legs and still play with his cock.

I laved it with another long, slow stroke of tongue and lips, and was satisfied to see it was definitely redder, and its shape seemed to be changing, growing wider at the base and more pointed. I lipped it happily, and pulled it into my mouth again for another long, slow pull. "You unicorn cunt!" He bit my thigh to chastise me, eliciting a squeal, then gasped. "Your...your unicorn fucking cunt!" My proto-tail lashed, and I dropped his dick to give his thigh a good nip. He knew that word was a no-go for that part of me. He yipped. "Sorry. But it's changing! Oh, fuck! Is mine changing? Is that what that's about down there?"

I gave him a good long lick in answer. "Fuck!" he yipped again. Then he licked me, and I gasped. My T-cock was much longer now. Still small, but it was definitely growing. I pulled his red, shining dick into my mouth again, rolling my tongue around it. I decided I could release one of his legs, and brought a--not hand anymore, really, but I wasn't sure what to call it at the moment--to bear on his balls, gently rolling and playing with them. He whined, and licked my T-dick with his newly flat tongue and my hips convulsed, slamming my junk into his muzzle. He began to lick me in earnest now, clearly satisfied, as I relished the sensation of his changing dick in my mouth, and his mouth on my changing dick.

The texture of his balls changed, and I came back to myself enough to realize they were growing furry. I glanced down at his legs, which were now covered in fur to mid-thigh, black that shaded to gold just above his knees, with thighs that were significantly shorter. I lifted my head up, and up, and up, to look at the mirror. My head was completely changed now, save my horn, which was about six inches long and looked to have some more growing to do, and if my neck wasn't done, it soon would be. My new face was long and gracefully made, framed in silvery cascades of mane. My arms were silver-furred up passed my elbows, with blue bands around my wrists, and my legs were similarly changed, with the same medium blue fur of my face up to just passed my knees, which were higher than they'd used to be, and silver bands around my hocks. My cloven hooves were the same emerald as the hoof capulets at the ends of my digits and my growing spire of horn. My mate turned from his inspection of his own newly vulpine cock and furred balls to watch me in the mirror, his head next to my long, erect, blue-grey equine dick.

His face as also fully changed, a breathtakingly beautiful gold-furred fox with sky-blue eyes watched me with the same expression my mate wore whenever I did something he didn’t understand, like sitting on the floor instead of the couch. His pricked ears were cocked in a way that only added to the expression, like they had always been meant to be part of it. Because they had. Suddenly, I could breathe again. Of the two of us, I'd never have picked myself as the one to have second thoughts midway through, but there it was. I grinned at him, and turned from the mirror to the flesh and blood near-fox I still straddled. My newly long neck made this much easier, "Thank you," my voice seemed bigger than it had before, and I gave him a satisfied smile.

His blue eyes crinkled with pleasure, his smile clear and open, "You're welcome." He kissed my dick, eliciting a surge of emotion. I moved my weight off the leg I'd trapped, and he squirmed over to me. I explored his new face with wonder, running a hooflet-tipped digit lightly over the bridge of his nose to the soft fur of his forehead. I nuzzled his cheek, relishing the lush softness there, and that I could still see his eyes as I did so. I kissed him, one not-quite-hand on his shoulder, where fur lay like a blanket, and he brought our hips together, directing me to kneel with him through soft touches, and started working our cocks. We were much closer in size, now, both our builds growing leaner and lighter, and mine growing much longer. Fur streaked to his upper back, and his arms were completely furry, now. I looked at his hips, and saw his newly-furred balls now looked right at home, the fur of his legs having caught up to them. His red, vulpine dick glistened against mine as my mate stroked the pair, three long tails undulating behind him. He leaned forward and buried his face in my chest, where fur was just starting to spread. I hugged him, and he gripped our dicks with both paws.

He worked them hard as fur spread down our chests and up from our hips. Our chests altered, his growing narrow and much more deep, and mine barrelling to a rounder shape. He lost a slight paunch, and my belly smoothed to lean, graceful lines. Something flared behind me, and I turned my long neck to see I had a pair of wings I’d somehow missed in the excitement, and a long blue ropy tail bedecked with a plume of the same silvery hair as my mane.

My mate nipped my chest where a white chevron-shaped marking had emerged amongst the blue to bring me back to him, and I whickered my apology. He gave me a warbling fox-croon in answer and kissed me, muzzle-to-muzzle. My now-long, emerald horn was licked with some strange sensation as he gasped against my mouth and sped his tempo on our dicks and something flared within him, surging and slamming him over the edge. He sang a yodeling cry as passion overtook him, I worked his paws over our dicks to take him through his orgasm when it took me, too. That bright flare of something, it had to be magic, rose and sealed our transformations, making us truly, finally, ourselves. I trumpeted and slammed over the edge myself, the magic coursing through me, my mate entwined with me, our dicks spurting their approval. He slumped against my chest while the tension of coming still strung me tight, and I tried to remember how to hold us up while he panted into me.

I lay with an armload of golden fox, his breath soft against my fur. I kissed his head-fur, then started to play with it with a very flexible lip. One sunlit sky-blue eye cracked open to admonish me before it closed again, its owner content to drift. I lipped one gold ear, glorying in the long neck that made it so easy now. The ear twitched in irritation, but the beautiful blue eyes stayed closed. I whispered, loudly, causing that ear to pin in distress, "Hey. Heeeeeyyyyyy,,," the eyes squinched tighter and the gold fox pulled himself harder into my chest in clear supplication, ears still pinned. "Hey," I breathed, quieter. "You owe me a carrot." The laughter that burbled from my mate was better than any carrot.