Oh little Epoh. Things had been so difficult at times for this little fox. He was always bound, captured, raped and sometimes, gave into the moments willingly. He was so used to being hypnotized and placed into sexual situations for as long as he could remember after having woken up from his centuries long slumber. He never did know that the cause of all of the mischief was because of the emerald within his forehead. It was like an indicator for many of those seeking to abuse the powers locked away deep within himself. Other times, it was simply because of his unique appearance and feminine qualities that made larger species seek to simply dominate him and make him their little sexual slave. He's had to deal with tentacles, snakes, tribal warriors and the like....so much so that antyime he traveled, he halfway expected some new sort of beast or man to make an attempt at him. He worried about it from time to time...but...slowly, he began to accept his fate as a home for many a man's lustful hunger...and in certain instances, gave himself fully to them. But today, he had experienced something new.

He was normally fine whenever he awoke from a restful slumber, thankful that nothing had molested him in his sleep. Though this morn, he awoke to a different sensation. He went to stretch out his body which was a normal routine for him...but...something was different this time around. His legs...weren't responding as he wanted them to. On top of that, he felt his neck...was...a bit...longer than last he remembered. When his vision finally came around for him, he would look down to himself only to suddenly jump back in surprise. He...he had no legs. No fur for that matter either. Instead, he had...scales matching what was supposed to be his fur and in place of his legs...was a long, muscled body. He looked to his hands...and saw that they too were scaled...though...his coloration was as he remembered it. Nearby...there had been a small pond of water and quickly, he tried to pull himself to it...and when he did, he saw that he had changed. Instead of his normal foxish self, he was now...a snake. A naga to be in fact. His neck was much longer and his face was no longer canine in appearance but snakish...though, he kept that black patch upon his muzzle and for some reason, kept the silvery hair upon his head leading down to his back. He had remembered at one point, he had been transformed into an elephant but that was because of some spell went wrong. How he managed to become this in his sleep was beyond him. He didn't know quite what to do but...he figured that he best not complain too much. After all, he didn't know how long he was going to stay like this so...might as well get used to it.