Aetuornos Beta 2-1

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2-1: Purloiner Present/Rager's Realization

Race: Felinoid

Class: Rogue

Sex: [Select]

A lot of couples these days tried out a "role reversal" at some point. If anything, doing it only in virtual reality was unusually tame compared to the real deal. Lance was much more enthusiastically on board for it around his wife than he was privately. Being raised in a pack of very "naturalist" werewolves just seemed to doom him to an eternal skittishness about altering his original appearance with magic, and even simulating it felt a little strange. But, with his mouse hovering over this third option of the character sheet—the last major, simple choice preceding a bunch of nitty-gritty mucking around with stats and traits that a lot of players were probably going to completely ignore and leave set to their defaults—which was perfectly fine—he reasoned that he'd already chosen a feline appearance, after all, and perhaps that was actually the more drastic shift. After all, there wasn't really a way for a werewolf to turn feline in the real world, barring divine or higher intervention.

Sex: Female

...There. And it was several months between fully committing to this decision and facing its consequences, more than long enough to fully come to terms with it. After all, between living a rather modern life, taking education and then a job in computer science, and everything else...he'd never really been committed to the "natural" lifestyle in the first place. He respected La Lune as much as the next wolf, but he'd never actually heard of the moon goddess saying computers were bad, or don't alter your body, or anything like that. Wasn't she supposed to be close allies with the goddess of change or something?

When the time came, he was only really uncomfortable physically—cramming himself into the pod that was clearly not made for people over six feet tall. His wife looked at him stuffed in there with a sideways glance for a moment. "You okay there, dear?"
"Sure. May need you to help pull me out again when I'm through, though. Hey, at least you'll fit in this thing."

"Mm-hm. Well, have fun."
"Yep."

He turned it on and fell down into the deep blue void, "swimming" himself to an upright position and awaiting the inevitable. And, at first, he thought maybe the simulated reality around him wasn't masking his real body's sensations quite as well as it was supposed to, since he still felt kind of squeezed. It took him a moment of looking down and patting his clothes a bit to realize that that was actually the feeling of his body shrinking. Well, maybe the fact that it grew less uncomfortable by the second should've clued him in even sooner, since there was no way that what his actual body was going through would have suddenly become less unpleasant.

Now that he was aware of it, it seemed like the shrinking accelerated, collapsing his muscular frame steadily inward. He slimmed everywhere, his shoulders narrowing and waist trimming down, and he had a curious sense that his muscles were all relaxing as the wolfish strength drained out of them. Then his ears and tail began to tingle strangely, and it spread from there to his scalp and lower back, then out to all the rest of his skin. "Rr~rrf," he barked softly, shuddering, as some growing head-hair tickled his cheeks and the back of his head. Reaching a hand up toward his face, he bore witness to it too becoming smaller, the fingers slimming even as he pressed it against his cheek and felt slight stubble there—the last vestiges of his beard, which then vanished completely away.

His tail...felt like it was being squeezed now, too. "Rrf, aa~aahrrf..!" Lance could hear the pitch of his voice quickly rising in each bark, and his face grew warm with a blush as the tingling faded from the rest of his body, yet intensified in one particular place—joined by, of course, a not unpleasant pressure across that. "Rr~rf..aa~aah.." He shivered again, feeling a kind of ineffable shift to his instincts—an unconscious thing that he'd had all his life and never questioned once suddenly seeming increasingly unstable.

"Aah, rr~rf..!" As his manhood pared down, Lance could feel his tail slimming and even gaining a bit of length. "Rrf..mm~nh.." His next bark, in a young boy's voice at best, felt particularly frail, like the part of him that had wanted to bark just didn't any more. He felt so small and weak..yet, at the same time, swift, light, agile and flexible. "Mn, m~mroo~oow...!" The next sound to come out of his instincts was an alien, high-pitched mew as he well and truly became a cat—all pretense of caninehood gone.

After that, of course, came the other thing. Lance let out a high, startled "A~ah!" as he felt a gentle tug from down below, then purred soft and low, slender tail flicking around excitedly behind him, as the last of his manhood gently melted away. "Mrr~rrrh..." Her voice darkened a bit, staying a soprano but seeming a bit more mature now, as the pushing and squeezing on her body finally quit, and certain parts seemed to begin to "bounce back". Her hips and butt pushed out ever so slightly, but in particular her chest seemed eager to pop forward, producing a pair of small, budding breasts to complete a very slender feminine figure.

"Aa-aah..!" But it wasn't done quite yet. The new catgirl's small breasts pushed forward insistently, stretching the material of a top that now squeezed far too tightly to be the giant-man-sized t-shirt she'd had on before. In fact, her belly, arms, and legs all felt completely exposed, air gently blowing across their soft, smooth skin. But there was no time to worry about that for the moment, as Lance's blooming bosom grabbed pretty much all of her attention.

"MrrrooOOoowwr~!" She yowled, enjoying somewhat against her own will a pleasant fuzzy sensation down between her legs that accompanied the growth. This was a fairly familiar sound to Lance, but not one that had ever came out of her own mouth before. The small still-thinking part of her mind sort of wondered if this was exactly what it felt like for...but there wasn't much time to ponder that.

"Aah, aa—aa~aahnnn..." She let out a more human cry of pleasure as one last wave of growth hit her chest, swelling her breasts out to a rather generous size for her otherwise subtle figure. Finally, as all the excitement settled down, she breathed out a soft "Mro~owh..." of appreciation—and, honestly, relief. It felt good—scarily so—but hopefully this body wouldn't feel quite like...that...all the time!

Lance could feel a change in the movement of the air around her, her motion turning from the strange, slow glide to a more real fall, and she very easily landed standing perfectly upright, even with her eyes still closed. Wondering just when that had happened, she opened them and blinked around briefly before suddenly, on an unfamiliar instinct, raising her hands to the air. A bright pink hoodie fell onto her with the sleeves sliding onto her arms, and then a pair of knives came quickly after, her hands effortlessly catching their hilts.

The slim, short catgirl looked first down at herself—wearing the hoodie now over that tight, ultra-short top, along with some equally tight and short shorts, some tennis shoes and one legging on the right side. Then she turned her head up and around, taking in her surroundings.

"It would appear..I'm in a forest," she mumbled quietly, trying to get used to the sound of her voice. She softly cleared her throat then, trying to get into the "character" she'd come up with for herself in the time between declaring basic stats and now. "This iiis..no place for a treasure hunter." She shook her head, running a hand through the soft, short locks of hair—well, short for a girl, anyway. "I must seek a way out..and preferably someone to sucker into protecting me should any monsters show up," she added a bit more quietly.

Name: Noire

The idea was to reflect the wife's "color name" with one of her own. Since there was relatively minimal control over one's ingame appearance, she'd had to more or less hope that she wound up some sort of black cat, and that appeared to mostly bear out. A bit of her hair in the front, and the tip of her tail—as well as presumably those of her ears—were white instead. Well, there was also the whole thing about slipping silently through the shadows, which the catgirl indeed found herself doing without really even thinking about it. That was how she encountered some sort of rabbit-sheep hybrid that looked straight out of The Last Airbender—with dark mottled wool, long ears and huge, rabbitish legs—sleeping peacefully not far from her position.

The knives stored in her nebulous inventory space for now, the little rogue tapped her chin briefly with a finger, thinking. The game had monsters that would attack the player characters and award treasure and experience when killed, of course, but did it have harmless creatures? Was there some kind of morality system that would punish or reward someone for taking down a non-hostile animal (or person, for that matter) from stealth? Could she reliably kill that thing with a single backstab, or would its gigantic hind legs get a chance to kick her into a tree?

Ultimately, Noire decided to leave the sheepbit (her personal moniker for it) alone and silently press on. Maybe she'd test the waters when it came to backstabbing prey creatures once she had reliable backup, preferably a tank to draw aggro or something. If they'd gotten two working pods right away, Violet's hulking wolf-man character would've done the job neatly. But..was there any guarantee they would've "dropped in" the same place to begin with? Maybe starting out individually was a good idea, so they could share information on their respective locations and more easily meet up, having both completed whatever "tutorials" there were, in an agreed-upon location...

"WHYYYYY!?" The catgirl's ears perked up and turned toward a moderately-distant yell, a woman's voice in some sort of distress. Well, that was either another player or a quest hook, so she picked up the pace to the maximum degree that her "rogue instincts" told her she could reasonably expect to stay hidden with, heading in the direction of the voice.

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Three words to describe what he didn't like about his body? "Short, fat, and ugly."

"Well, uh, we don't really have a way to make you any taller," the guy said. "And I mean..do you really think you're ugly? Like, your face looks fine to me..."
Yaboth shrugged. "Guess not. I just..feel that way about the rest of me." He lifted his gut with his hands to show what he meant.
"It's..really not that bad, you've just got a little extra weight. But, hey, with some work I'm sure we can trim that down over time. And, two out of three isn't bad, right?"
"Heh, yeah," he nodded. That was how he finally found a gym he could will himself to come to consistently. That guy seemed to have all the energy, enthusiasm, and positivity Yaboth sorely needed to force his uncooperative body into a consistent habit of exercise, and he somehow knew how to push him to keep trying without ever putting him down or going too far. But..results were, predictably, still very slow. In the meantime he had a much more temporary patch for his 'body image problem'...in the form of a game.

It arrived on a Friday, with the server apparently set to open Sunday. Well—work was always extra busy on the weekend, so Friday and Saturday he managed to get things cleared away and the device put together in the brief time before bed, and then it was late Sunday night that the demon could finally log in for the first time.

Yaboth generally preferred to turn his brain off for gaming, so he went with a physical class that was supposed to be low-int anyway. He monkeyed with the stats just a little, giving an extra bump of strength and charisma just in case—the price being even lower mental stats than usual, which again hardly mattered for his chosen ingame profession. And sure, the game itself would be fun, but the most exciting thing for him was getting the experience of a fit, attractive body; probably a taller one, too.

He had to fight with his body's natural resistance for a moment to get the magical components to work on him properly. Magically speaking, Yaboth was all power and no skill, mainly because he never really bothered to learn much in the way of using it. Or maybe it was more accurate to say that he was still procrastinating..he'd look up that stuff later in life, or maybe get someone to teach it to him. He was happy where he was now—aside from his body shape, which wasn't really something a gluttony demon could easily control with raw magic. Once he managed to tell his own magic to calm down, the thing worked and he turned to dive headfirst into the simulated sky.

While the "wind" was relatively slow, it seemed to quickly catch his hair, pulling it out longer and making its auburn locks whip across his forehead, cheeks, shoulder and on down his back. Yaboth ran a hand through the growing hair. "Heheh..." He'd never really tried out long hair before; it tickled a bit, but wasn't bad overall. Then came the sort of changes he was really interested in: His body's muscles all seemed to tense and tighten steadily, something like a painless version of the best of what he'd feel in the gym. This naturally came with a loss of girth about his waist, and even his arms and legs became steadily slimmer.

"Yeeaaah!" Even though he knew very well that none of this was real, he couldn't help but get excited. Better still, Yaboth found himself stretching, pulling his arms up over (under?) his head like he might just before or after a workout, and managed to perceive his body growing steadily taller as a result. "Yess..!"

Such was the demon's elation at these results of the fantastical skydive that he took a bit to notice the first signs that something was wrong. It was a weird fluttering from what should be his pants that made him look down (up) at his legs in some confusion, and saw a few things a bit out of place: His socks were longer, clinging a good two-thirds of the way up to his knees; his legs were completely bare from there to the thighs, and noticeably smooth and slender-looking, without a trace of body hair; and, most tellingly, he now had on a short pleated skirt the rest of the way up instead of any sort of pants at all.

"Whaa~at..?" he said quietly in confusion, hearing a slight shift in the timbre of his voice in the middle of it and beginning to feel a telltale sort of tugging sensation between his legs. "Wha~aat!?" His voice cracked and changed a little more as this change accelerated, and some more of what was happening came to light. His belly was not just flat, but had trimmed itself in rather a lot at the sides; his arms were very slim too, and his shoulders were narrowing. This..also put his suddenly long hair in a different light.

"No no no, wai—aa~aAAaah..!" Yaboth felt the drastic change come on rather quickly, his cheeks burning with a blush as his manhood suddenly started melting away—and then seemed to finish the job distressingly quickly. The things forming down there felt upsettingly nice, a pleasant, fuzzy sensation hitting the new girl and making it hard for her to protest for a moment.

"Aa~aah..mm~mMMmmnnh..!" Her voice quickly settled on a deep, mature alto: Very strong in its own way, but also very clearly feminine. She could now feel her hips and thighs gently plumping out just a little bit, her chest puffing forward even as her muscles tightened more, further toning themselves toward an impressive amount of strength.

"Mm—mnh...n-no, I..a~ah..nnh.." Yaboth semi-unwillingly enjoyed the sensation of her small new breasts pushing out still more, suddenly sensitive skin running across the cloth of a new bra, then quickly filling it to capacity, giving her a noticeable but not excessive figure. Almost as soon as this was done—the demon's body crafted into a tall, strong, but undeniably female form—she landed practically face-first into some grass. "Aah!"

"Nnnn-nnnh..." After lying on her front for a moment and softly groaning—the fall hadn't hurt; if anything it was even gentler than if she'd simply tripped forward from standing—the new girl pushed herself up with her arms, onto her knees, and looked down to really take stock of her self. "Ha~ah..hff.." She gave a rather high, girlish sigh and panted softly, both in spite of herself. In addition to the short black skirt, she had on some sort of blouse in the same color, with a separate collar and a bit of a dip into the neckline, somewhat puffy sleeves...she prodded her biceps slightly, and while they didn't look that impressive, they felt rock solid. Then she lifted the lower hem of the blouse just enough to peek for a moment and found abs. Abs! But..on a slim, girlish figure.

Yaboth turned her head skyward and yelled: "WHYYYYY!?" She then growled low, picking herself up the rest of the way off of the ground. That was when she noticed a humongous, spiked club and a bag both lying on the forest floor nearby, and went to pick them up before really thinking about why she was doing it. Once the bag was slung over her shoulder and the weapon in hand, though, it simply felt as if they were hers, and had simply been dropped momentarily due to the...fall?

Now that she was standing up, the demon-girl couldn't help but grin just a little. She was tall. Really tall, maybe! It was hard to tell without other people to compare against or some familiar objects to mark it exactly with, but it was clear as day just from how far down the ground looked. Maybe..she still got what she'd wanted, here, but...

"Well well..look at that."
"Aah!" Yaboth yelped (at an embarrassingly high pitch) and raised her club, quickly turning to face the direction of a voice. There was a short, cute, mostly-dark-haired catgirl standing in a spot she was sure she should've been able to notice someone present in before now.

"Oh, I didn't mean to scare you," she said, taking a small step forward. "It's just that I thought I heard a cry of some sort of distress, but then I come all this way only to find that the owner of the voice is perfectly fine." Somewhere in the middle of her lengthy sentence, the catgirl started slowly circling around the taller demon, making her turn her head to follow.

"Uh..yeah, I. Tripped, I guess? No, no, I can't—hhrgh," she half-growled. "Are you another player?"
"Mmwell, I'm an adventurer, if that's what you're asking," the catgirl said, stopping.
"No, seriously, like—OOC. I'm a guy, and my character's supposed to be a guy too! Like a—big, strong..guy!" she said, gesturing unhelpfully.

"Oh." The catgirl finally stopped circling and let her turn to face her as she put on a sort of 'thinking' expression. "Well—are you sure you filled in your character sheet right? Anything you don't pick specifically gets marked as 'pick for me', so: Either the default or random."
Yaboth squinted a bit, trying to think back to several months ago. She'd been very, very focused on just about everything else...could she have really forgotten to fill in the sex?! "...Maybe, I..forgot that part?

"Gods above, I just can't do anything right!" she said, throwing up both of her hands—and accidentally throwing the club she was still carrying in the process. "Whoops!" It landed near the catgirl, who smoothly ducked away well ahead of it. "..Case in point. Sorry." She moved closer again and managed with some visible difficulty to pull it upright and offer the handle toward Yaboth, who took it sheepishly and put it away in her character 'inventory' for now.

"Well, I don't know that they have character reconfiguration working quite yet," the catgirl said, twiddling the end of an ear with her fingers, "but maybe if you explain the situation they'll be willing to test it out just for you? Anyway, two out of three isn't bad, right?"

The taller girl felt her head actually tilt quite far. "..Say what now?"
The catgirl shrugged. "Big, strong, but just..not a guy. Two out of three?"
"Oh. Uh. Yeah," Yaboth nodded. Weird coincidence, she thought.

"Anyway, I'm in the same boat, more or less, but intentionally. My wife and I are going for a sort of a, role-swap thing," she said, making a gesture of her index fingers pointing in opposite directions in a sort of X-shape. "Real me is a male werewolf, actually."

"Huh. Is she...I mean, her character around somewhere?"
"Nah." The catgirl pulled out a dagger and started casually tossing it into the air, letting it flip around before neatly catching the hilt. "One of our pod things broke in shipping, so..we're taking turns until that gets fixed."
"So, I guess you probably need some kinda warrior in your party for now, right?"

"Oh, definitely." She caught the dagger for about the fourth time. "Now, if you don't mind, I was going for a character introduction thing?"
"Oh, uh, yeah—go ahead," Yaboth waved. She hadn't actually come up with a character name yet, either, huh? Oops.

The catgirl nodded, and gave a sort of theatric throat-clearing as she put away the dagger, then stepped a little closer. "Tripped, eh? That's too bad. I had hoped to put someone in my debt, but I can hardly rescue you from your own two feet. Either way, I ought to introduce myself, yes?" She reached this point just as she came in range to reach up and offer a handshake. "Name's Noire. I'm a...treasure seeker."
"Um..Thor...Thora," the demon-girl sputtered out as she took the handshake. Then she reached a hand up to scratch her forehead. "You mean, uh..a Rogue, right?"

"Well, I do like to think I have some roguish good looks, at least," Noire said, crossing her arms and grinning in a way that managed to show off her fangs but seem friendly anyway. At the same time, Thora finally noticed some changes to her horns: Their roots were closer toward the center, around the forehead, and the right one was much longer—or no, the left was just broken off near their real-world length. Probably something to make her seem tougher, just like the bandages on her hands. But it was pretty clear to her by now just who the cool one was here.

"Well, um, I'm a warrior, like I said...I think." Wait, did she ever say that? "A berserker, actually. So I can tend to fly off the handle in battle, but there's no one stronger." She flexed an arm along with this, even though it didn't look nearly as impressive as it would have on the male body she'd imagined for herself all this time.

Noire nodded. "I could hardly lift that club of yours. You must have unimaginable strength to wield it one-handed."
"Heheh, yeah! I totally do," Thora said, grinning. Maybe...this wouldn't be so bad after all, she thought.