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THE RELUCTANT RARITY
Day 2
The wrong page.
It had been the wrong page.
Somehow, the Dark Web resource Raymond had consulted had managed to mix up the translations for two pages of The Eronomicon.
Page 68 had contained the charm to “Win the Heart of She Who Sits Before You” – the spell Raymond had actually intended to cast.
Page 69 contained… a different spell.
A traditional spell apparently intended for loyal young wives eager to please their husbands…
A spell of great sexual potency…
A fertility spell.
The translated, adapted text, in part, read:
“This Enchantment shall Bless she who invokes it with Shape & Soul to fulfill her lover's deepest Fantasies, gifting her with stoutest Womb to bear most lavishly the many Fruits of her master's Seed, her Body, Mind, & World becoming ever more Ideal so as to better please her Beloved's deepest Desire until a most fertile Union is met.”
Too terrified to face the freakish new reality of that awful morning, Raymond had spent the bulk of the day hiding out in bed, dropping in and out of fitful bursts of sleep and the nothingness of unconsciousness. Raymond had prayed that it would all be just a dream. But now, perched before an ivory reflection in the cold bathroom mirror, Raymond had little choice but to contemplate in full the ramifications of his – or, rather… her – present reality…
Obviously, the plan to capture Kairi's heart had gone completely awry, and Ray had cursed her own damn self with a fucking fertility spell.
But why now did she – no, he… – look like… this?
Something wasn't adding up.
Ray's new body was slender and anthropomorphic, like some… nerdy shut-in's sexy fanart of a favorite cartoon character or something. Big, serious eyes looked back at Ray from within the icy mirror, big blue eyes rimmed by luxurious eyelashes, highlighted by what seemed to be a permanent, “natural” eyeshadow – in fact, Ray's new face, despite its total weirdness , appeared strangely beautiful, slender and feminine, staring back at him with a penetrating, haughty gaze. Even the small snout Ray now possessed seemed dainty its its demure proportion to the rest of her nigh-uncannily symmetrical facial features.
She was… pretty.
Ray blushed.
…
Ray hated his new body. He hated the way his brain now definitely felt… strangely different, in a distant sort of way. His mind seemed to be having trouble adapting to this new shape – vague, unfamiliar thoughts and sensations seemed to drift up from her brain stem, tricking her – no, him, dammit…! – into thinking alien thoughts & feeling alien sensations.
Why the hell had sh… he blushed just now…?
A grave countenance of existential concern creased his face.
To Ray's great dismay, “a grave countenance of existential concern” ended up looking more like a sultry pout on the freak-girl's face in the mirror…
Inhuman ears, inhuman snout, inhuman horn, inhuman tail… what on earth could be the cause of all this?
None of these things had anything to do with fertility…
Seeing all the damage done to his body the previous night made Ray sick with anxiety and disgust – worse yet, his mind kept imagining and reliving the horrific events which must have unfolded while he slept… the way his body had withered down from a respectable, masculine 6'1” to this flimsy, dainty 5'2” frame… the way his bones had betrayed him, squishing & grinding themselves into this new feminine, unfamiliar shape… the unicorn horn bursting from the crest of his skull like a drill slowly in the night… the way his spinal cord had spiralled out from his tailbone to give him the unwanted “gift” of a lavish purple tail… the way his scalp had flourished with lush waves of shiny, coiling mane… all happening in slow-motion as he had been asleep the night before…
This couldn't actually be happening – this had to be all just some sick nightmare…!
Ray pinched herself at her waist.
It hurt.
She let out a little girlish yelp of pain.
So much for that idea…
Several other ominous details troubled Ray more still. Sparkling, azure, triple-diamond tattoos now emblazoned her hips – and they hadn't been there that morning. So her body was still changing… And her outfit had changed too – she'd woken up late that afternoon wearing nothing but a little black push-up bra and a tight black thong – lingerie which had appeared from out of nowhere.
And – she wasn't absolutely sure, but…
Her chest felt fuller, too.
…
In fact, now that she thought about it, her whole "bust-waist-hips ratio" was definitely different than it had been just hours before.
That morning, her physique had been… (Ray racked her brain) – girlish yet petite… maybe a little underdeveloped… but definitely “cute.” Sort of beanpole-ish, like a healthy but late-blooming high schooler maybe… and even though she'd tried her damndest to ignore the fact, but her chest had swollen into a small pair of budding breasts – maybe an A cup or a B cup – but now…
Now, the figure in the mirror traced with sickening allure a comely S-shape – a tiny waist, tinier than before, framed by wider, more defined hips – and, most upsettingly – a “respectable” set of C- or D-cup breasts, dainty little apple-sized mounds pushed up into squishy, tantalizing fullness by her constricting little bra.
She had cleavage.
Ray's appearnce that morning had been “cute”… but now, she was downright hot.
The base of her brain tingled with something like primitive reptilian pride, even as her cerebral cortex reeled with disgust and fear.
Ray's blood ran cold.
She had to get this figured out… and get back to being her normal male self – immediately, if possible. Ray's mind felt foggy.
The girl in the mirror squirmed.
Her pert little breasts jostled slightly in their cups.
There was no way she could go outside looking like… this.
Every man she saw would be probably be thinking (subconsciously, anyway) about using her as his personal cock-warmer… – at least, when Ray had still had his dick, that's what he would have been thinking about, anyway…
The mere sight of a body like… this… would probably be enough to get most guys super-hard…
Hard…
Ray's body started to tingle.
Thoughtlessly, her slender fingers brushed across the smooth surface of her soft inner thigh. Her whole body trembled involuntarily. Her smooth, milkwhite skin… everything felt so sensitive, now… her nipples stiffened in their little black cups, tickling the latex foam inner surface… her face twinged, mouth hanging open, her eyes shut… absentmindedly her hand continued to tease her ticklish inner thigh – moving closer & closer to her crotch, indulging her dopamine receptors without thinking… her tail swished itself softly across the countertop, wagging and batting itself against the tile of the far wall… a wiggly shudder wisped its way down her spine… her brainstem beginning to prickle with pleasure… even more delcious, unfamiliar-yet-familar sensations starting to stir, percolating like a warm, hungry deliciousness further below…
All at once, Ray's face twisted with revulsion.
No.
Fuck this body.
Raymond had to get his dick back.
…
Thinking back to yesterday evening, Raymond racked her foggy brain, trying to retrace her steps… she… no!! – he… he had walked back into the Study Hall and reopened his eyes to cast the love-spell on Kairi, but nothing had happened… she never even noticed he was there… and then…
Another's eyes had seen him.
That dorky freshman in the corner.
And then… the fertility spell pent up within Ray's body had responded.
That had to be it – like a mocking inverse of the love-charm, the fertility spell must have been activated by sight – but not Raymond's sight…
That dweeby kid in the fucking corner: Ray's body's new master.
Ray gagged involuntarily.
So this… this…
The cartoon figure in the mirror shivered, big anime eyes wide with horror. An alien earflap twitched.
This is that… that LOSER's sexual fantasy…
Raymond was turning into some weirdo-geek's wet dream !!
Her body trembled.
That kid had to… had to be some fucking furry or something… rhino-horn-cat-girl fetish? Some sort of mouse-fox-narwhal-girl? What the hell was she…?
Her hair and tail and face looked somehow… familiar…
Or no… wait…
Everything clicked.
That dude's shirt. The cartoon on his shirt – it had been a unicorn.
Raymond remembered now:
My Little Pony.
It had been extremely popular, like, ten years ago or something. It had been all over the Internet in middle school. Raymond remembered now. Who the hell but the biggest loser in the universe would still be fawning over that godawful show?? Raymond, a film major whose tastes had long ago evolved well beyond such simple, autistic kiddie faire, felt like vomiting.
He groaned.
High female voice. Haughty and flustered-sounding…
…
Rarity.
That was it. That was the character's name. Rarity. That was the character that had been on that fucking freakboy's stupid fucking cartoon pony shirt. It had been ages since Raymond had heard the name, but now it was all coming back, although Raymond wished it wouldn't. He had always hated that show, and all of its fans, but its online ubiquity had proven inescapable. He knew the names of the main characters, at least, in spite of his best efforts to ignore all the memes and obnoxious hugbox brony fanboy trash.
And now…
Raymond was a pony-girl.
Her fingers flicked at her horn, wincing at the creepy, unfamiliar sensation of stiff cartilage jutting up from the center of her skull. Her nails, now long and apparently permanently painted violet, clacked against the hard surface, sending an uncanny shudder down to the base of her spine.
A fucking unicorn, no less…
Rarity.
That's who he looked like, now…
One equine ear flicked cat-like, involuntarily, against his scalp. Her crotch still felt soft and… “moisturey”… from when she'd lost control a couple minutes ago.
…
Raymond made a silent promise:
She would find a way to turn back into a man.
She would find a way out of this fucking nightmare.
…?
HE would find some way out of this fucking nightmare.
Ray's chest rose and fell in the mirror in time with their reluctant owner's bated breath.
Somehow…
Next chapter: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/art/THE-RELUCTANT-RARITY-Part-3-DD-cup-901043020
(This is part of an ongoing TF / TG / BE sequence + story)
Full sequence here: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/gallery/81205791/the-reluctant-rarity
Previous chapter: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/art/THE-RELUCTANT-RARITY-Part-1-B-cup-900789217
THE RELUCTANT RARITY
Day 2
The wrong page.
It had been the wrong page.
Somehow, the Dark Web resource Raymond had consulted had managed to mix up the translations for two pages of The Eronomicon.
Page 68 had contained the charm to “Win the Heart of She Who Sits Before You” – the spell Raymond had actually intended to cast.
Page 69 contained… a different spell.
A traditional spell apparently intended for loyal young wives eager to please their husbands…
A spell of great sexual potency…
A fertility spell.
The translated, adapted text, in part, read:
“This Enchantment shall Bless she who invokes it with Shape & Soul to fulfill her lover's deepest Fantasies, gifting her with stoutest Womb to bear most lavishly the many Fruits of her master's Seed, her Body, Mind, & World becoming ever more Ideal so as to better please her Beloved's deepest Desire until a most fertile Union is met.”
Too terrified to face the freakish new reality of that awful morning, Raymond had spent the bulk of the day hiding out in bed, dropping in and out of fitful bursts of sleep and the nothingness of unconsciousness. Raymond had prayed that it would all be just a dream. But now, perched before an ivory reflection in the cold bathroom mirror, Raymond had little choice but to contemplate in full the ramifications of his – or, rather… her – present reality…
Obviously, the plan to capture Kairi's heart had gone completely awry, and Ray had cursed her own damn self with a fucking fertility spell.
But why now did she – no, he… – look like… this?
Something wasn't adding up.
Ray's new body was slender and anthropomorphic, like some… nerdy shut-in's sexy fanart of a favorite cartoon character or something. Big, serious eyes looked back at Ray from within the icy mirror, big blue eyes rimmed by luxurious eyelashes, highlighted by what seemed to be a permanent, “natural” eyeshadow – in fact, Ray's new face, despite its total weirdness , appeared strangely beautiful, slender and feminine, staring back at him with a penetrating, haughty gaze. Even the small snout Ray now possessed seemed dainty its its demure proportion to the rest of her nigh-uncannily symmetrical facial features.
She was… pretty.
Ray blushed.
…
Ray hated his new body. He hated the way his brain now definitely felt… strangely different, in a distant sort of way. His mind seemed to be having trouble adapting to this new shape – vague, unfamiliar thoughts and sensations seemed to drift up from her brain stem, tricking her – no, him, dammit…! – into thinking alien thoughts & feeling alien sensations.
Why the hell had sh… he blushed just now…?
A grave countenance of existential concern creased his face.
To Ray's great dismay, “a grave countenance of existential concern” ended up looking more like a sultry pout on the freak-girl's face in the mirror…
Inhuman ears, inhuman snout, inhuman horn, inhuman tail… what on earth could be the cause of all this?
None of these things had anything to do with fertility…
Seeing all the damage done to his body the previous night made Ray sick with anxiety and disgust – worse yet, his mind kept imagining and reliving the horrific events which must have unfolded while he slept… the way his body had withered down from a respectable, masculine 6'1” to this flimsy, dainty 5'2” frame… the way his bones had betrayed him, squishing & grinding themselves into this new feminine, unfamiliar shape… the unicorn horn bursting from the crest of his skull like a drill slowly in the night… the way his spinal cord had spiralled out from his tailbone to give him the unwanted “gift” of a lavish purple tail… the way his scalp had flourished with lush waves of shiny, coiling mane… all happening in slow-motion as he had been asleep the night before…
This couldn't actually be happening – this had to be all just some sick nightmare…!
Ray pinched herself at her waist.
It hurt.
She let out a little girlish yelp of pain.
So much for that idea…
Several other ominous details troubled Ray more still. Sparkling, azure, triple-diamond tattoos now emblazoned her hips – and they hadn't been there that morning. So her body was still changing… And her outfit had changed too – she'd woken up late that afternoon wearing nothing but a little black push-up bra and a tight black thong – lingerie which had appeared from out of nowhere.
And – she wasn't absolutely sure, but…
Her chest felt fuller, too.
…
In fact, now that she thought about it, her whole "bust-waist-hips ratio" was definitely different than it had been just hours before.
That morning, her physique had been… (Ray racked her brain) – girlish yet petite… maybe a little underdeveloped… but definitely “cute.” Sort of beanpole-ish, like a healthy but late-blooming high schooler maybe… and even though she'd tried her damndest to ignore the fact, but her chest had swollen into a small pair of budding breasts – maybe an A cup or a B cup – but now…
Now, the figure in the mirror traced with sickening allure a comely S-shape – a tiny waist, tinier than before, framed by wider, more defined hips – and, most upsettingly – a “respectable” set of C- or D-cup breasts, dainty little apple-sized mounds pushed up into squishy, tantalizing fullness by her constricting little bra.
She had cleavage.
Ray's appearnce that morning had been “cute”… but now, she was downright hot.
The base of her brain tingled with something like primitive reptilian pride, even as her cerebral cortex reeled with disgust and fear.
Ray's blood ran cold.
She had to get this figured out… and get back to being her normal male self – immediately, if possible. Ray's mind felt foggy.
The girl in the mirror squirmed.
Her pert little breasts jostled slightly in their cups.
There was no way she could go outside looking like… this.
Every man she saw would be probably be thinking (subconsciously, anyway) about using her as his personal cock-warmer… – at least, when Ray had still had his dick, that's what he would have been thinking about, anyway…
The mere sight of a body like… this… would probably be enough to get most guys super-hard…
Hard…
Ray's body started to tingle.
Thoughtlessly, her slender fingers brushed across the smooth surface of her soft inner thigh. Her whole body trembled involuntarily. Her smooth, milkwhite skin… everything felt so sensitive, now… her nipples stiffened in their little black cups, tickling the latex foam inner surface… her face twinged, mouth hanging open, her eyes shut… absentmindedly her hand continued to tease her ticklish inner thigh – moving closer & closer to her crotch, indulging her dopamine receptors without thinking… her tail swished itself softly across the countertop, wagging and batting itself against the tile of the far wall… a wiggly shudder wisped its way down her spine… her brainstem beginning to prickle with pleasure… even more delcious, unfamiliar-yet-familar sensations starting to stir, percolating like a warm, hungry deliciousness further below…
All at once, Ray's face twisted with revulsion.
No.
Fuck this body.
Raymond had to get his dick back.
…
Thinking back to yesterday evening, Raymond racked her foggy brain, trying to retrace her steps… she… no!! – he… he had walked back into the Study Hall and reopened his eyes to cast the love-spell on Kairi, but nothing had happened… she never even noticed he was there… and then…
Another's eyes had seen him.
That dorky freshman in the corner.
And then… the fertility spell pent up within Ray's body had responded.
That had to be it – like a mocking inverse of the love-charm, the fertility spell must have been activated by sight – but not Raymond's sight…
That dweeby kid in the fucking corner: Ray's body's new master.
Ray gagged involuntarily.
So this… this…
The cartoon figure in the mirror shivered, big anime eyes wide with horror. An alien earflap twitched.
This is that… that LOSER's sexual fantasy…
Raymond was turning into some weirdo-geek's wet dream !!
Her body trembled.
That kid had to… had to be some fucking furry or something… rhino-horn-cat-girl fetish? Some sort of mouse-fox-narwhal-girl? What the hell was she…?
Her hair and tail and face looked somehow… familiar…
Or no… wait…
Everything clicked.
That dude's shirt. The cartoon on his shirt – it had been a unicorn.
Raymond remembered now:
My Little Pony.
It had been extremely popular, like, ten years ago or something. It had been all over the Internet in middle school. Raymond remembered now. Who the hell but the biggest loser in the universe would still be fawning over that godawful show?? Raymond, a film major whose tastes had long ago evolved well beyond such simple, autistic kiddie faire, felt like vomiting.
He groaned.
High female voice. Haughty and flustered-sounding…
…
Rarity.
That was it. That was the character's name. Rarity. That was the character that had been on that fucking freakboy's stupid fucking cartoon pony shirt. It had been ages since Raymond had heard the name, but now it was all coming back, although Raymond wished it wouldn't. He had always hated that show, and all of its fans, but its online ubiquity had proven inescapable. He knew the names of the main characters, at least, in spite of his best efforts to ignore all the memes and obnoxious hugbox brony fanboy trash.
And now…
Raymond was a pony-girl.
Her fingers flicked at her horn, wincing at the creepy, unfamiliar sensation of stiff cartilage jutting up from the center of her skull. Her nails, now long and apparently permanently painted violet, clacked against the hard surface, sending an uncanny shudder down to the base of her spine.
A fucking unicorn, no less…
Rarity.
That's who he looked like, now…
One equine ear flicked cat-like, involuntarily, against his scalp. Her crotch still felt soft and… “moisturey”… from when she'd lost control a couple minutes ago.
…
Raymond made a silent promise:
She would find a way to turn back into a man.
She would find a way out of this fucking nightmare.
…?
HE would find some way out of this fucking nightmare.
Ray's chest rose and fell in the mirror in time with their reluctant owner's bated breath.
Somehow…
Next chapter: https://www.deviantart.com/horselover-fat-01/art/THE-RELUCTANT-RARITY-Part-3-DD-cup-901043020
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