This wuffy has recently been commissioning images of the wuffy meeting his alt-forms. In addition to Vrghr's alternate critter forms, like lion, dragon, otter, etc.,, the wuffy has a few "meta-forms" that can affect all his others. These are things like "plushy" or "latex/balloony", or in this case "liquid gold metal".

These meta-forms have pretty much all been "gifted" to Vrghr by his friends, from here on FA and elsewhere. These meta-forms haven't just been a lot of fun for wuffy to play with, all of them were a lot of fun to receive, though occasionally the "gift" came in a rather suspicious way.

Below is the story of one such gift, written as a delightful birthday present by a wonderful friend of the wuffy;  talonsaurn Vrghr commissioned an FA artist with an excellent skill in rendering shiny, glossy, liquid/metal coatings and forms.  latex is still open for commissions, and he would love to do an image for you! Go check him out!

This trio of transformation images was inspired by the story below. They aren't 100% accurate to the story line, which differs in significant ways. But the result is much the same!

In this first scene, the wuffy discovers an "innocent" ring in his backyard, with surprising potential!

And here is Talon's story, which inspired this image and the ones to come!

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Posh's Present for the Wuffy! (Or, beware of Otteresses bearing gifts!)
by Talon Saurn

Vrghr stared at it on the green grass, looking at the tiny golden circle with suspicion, his sharp eyes watching it carefully as he pulled back from the small band of metal. He tried breathing a cold breath over it, watching the air crystallize around it. He was more than alert; he was paranoid.

“Okay! So, what could it be?” He said to himself, adding, in the words of every paranoid, “It seems normal, so whats wrong with it?”

Vrghr had long since come to realize everything from Posh was a trap. Unlike Gallows, who made things hard by being hard to read, the very fact Posh thrived on loving chaos made it easy to know what to do; suspect everything until you found out what was wrong with it!

He pressed at the small ring with a long stick and made it scoot along the grass, pushing it slowly, clumsily. curiosity and wonder mixing with caution.

“It looks like something out of The Hobbit.” He said to himself. “But, if it made you invisible, Posh would wear it! I couldn't possibly think she'd give up a trick like that!” The thought of inviso-Posh sent a shiver down his spine.

“Posh!” Vrghr bellowed, listening carefully to for a sound, “I'm all alone... and naked!” He added, swiveling his head, hoping to hear something. “And I fell in a huge vat of powdered sugar!” he finished, and heard silence.

”Hmmm. Nothing.” His eyes went back to the ring. Without the sound of a solitary giggle or belly gurgle, Posh herself must not be around. “So, what is the trap?”

The giant wolf cautiously approached, probing the inert ring again with his stick, then pulled back, feeling more and more silly at being afraid of a little ring.

And in the end, the tubby wolf crept closer and pounced, holding the ring down with both paws!

And... nothing happened.

Having nothing happen was far from the last word on tricks like this. Vrghr studied his paws and held them to the ground. He could almost feel it squirming to get out. Maybe that was his imagination; he was on edge.

He'd just watch his paws a few more minutes to make sure it wasn't anything insidious. That would be okay....

//

A sharp pain woke Vrghr from his slumber, having finally slipped into a stupor after standing watch over the inanimate ring. The pain in his ear roused him almost immediately. He let out a howl and rolled over onto his back, hearing a muffled “Mrpph” and then realizing there was something hard, rather large, and a bit ticked off under his back, pressing into the small of his spine.

He struggled to roll back onto his belly and off what he lay upon, but the person underneath was doing the same. They ending up shifting and wiggling, but not getting untangled.

Vrhgr winced as he looked at Posh. She was looking rather disheveled. She was wearing - - he blushed brightly - - she HAD been wearing a rather intimate red costume, apparently going for the “Santa's Wife” look. And in the tangle they just had...

He found her thong hanging from the tip of his tail.

“Now why'd you do all that?” Posh said, shifting the skimpy clothing that was still left. “I mean, REALLY! You look like you were ten seconds from humping me! Is that the kind of dragonwolf you are?”

“But,” Vrghr started, not sure why he should defend himself, “But, why were you on my back? And why does my ear hurt?”

“WELL, isn't that OBVIOUS? I mean, come on! It's rather insulting that I had to! I go to all that trouble to pick you out a pretty golden earring, and you don't even put it on! Whats a girl to do, other than pry it from your paws, climb onto your snoring self, and put it on for you? And THEN! Then you roll over and are almost RAPING me!” She continued.

“Wait!” Vrhgr said, not willing to let this go, “How in the world can you say that? I mean you weren't even in position, and... Hey!” He started but was cut off.

“I can see it in your mind! Stalking a poor innocent otter and pouncing on her! You were dry humping in your sleep!”

“I was NOT! I was having a wonderful dream about pot roast and cake, and soup! And you woke me from it by assaulting me.” He grumped and looked around . “So, it was just an earring? That's it?”

“What did you think it was, silly?” Posh said with a smile. “I think a man looks good with a bit of shine on his body.”

“So, there was nothing.... 'else'?” The wolf made air quotes with is front paws.

“Why would you think that? It was just a nice little gift! I mean, it'd take a real dummy to spend a day wondering about a ring! I mean, what's the worst that could happen?”

“Er,” Vrhgr said, not sure if he was insulted.

“It's not like I've ever done anything mean to you! I've even eaten you to get you nice and warm.” She lisped playfully. “So why worry? Do and experience! That's what living's about! Right caboose bum?”

//

The Liquid Golden Heart Dragonwolf

Vrhgr opened his eyes, feeling great! It was midwinter, the wonderful smells of Christmas breakfast were coming from his kitchen.

Wait! His kitchen?

He yelped and struggled out of bed, then froze... Something was very wrong! He hadn't climbed! He'd flowed!

He twisted his head and heard a splash, and almost fainted. But that biological option was no longer a concern.

He looked at the creature reflected in the winter window. The appearance of a golden wolf glistening merrily, staring back, might have been enough of a shock; outwardly, it was if he was doused in golden paint. But his body told him it was far more than that!

He shook his head and watched the mane shift. He lifted a paw and watched the gold dribble, slowly slithering back to his body. It couldn't be denied; somehow he had been turned into liquid gold!

He tested it again by pressing his paw against bedpost, and watched his paw go through it without a lick of pain, leaving a golden sheen behind. He nodded at the confirmation.

A few moments later, a faint clink and then a soft rolling sound drew his attention. The same earring he once wore settled on the ground, just inert white ceramic now.

He really should have expected this! He would have SOMETHING to say to Pouncer as well. The sneaky shadow-panther had to have been involved with this somehow.

In the mean time - - He thought to himself, and grinned. He really was worth his weight in gold now!

“Gosh! I'm rich!” The wolf said as he flounced off toward his kitchen and the smells emerging from there, dribbling all the way!