i wish that moth have a great and nice gift for you dear , i can say , you are a gift for every one that meet you ,you are kind and full of surprise never change

You're so kind!

Awww, so cute!

Big time! ^,(oo),^ I might be a bit biased, but it's just plain cute to see her squeeing over a squealer.

Kitty: *clears her throat and attempts to compose herself*

Are you sure you don't want to hug him?

Kitty: *folds her arms across her chest and shrugs guiltily*

Hmm ... I wonder what moth would think if I modified her curse on your husband to make him more porcine....

Lester: *nervously* Now, Master Omni, I hardly think that is necessary-

Kitty: *purrs bashfully at the thought*

Sounds like Kitty might like it. (heehee. I love doing these with you, Dearshul. :))

Lester: But I... *pauses and takes in Kitty's expression* Very well. If I may ask, would it be all the same to you if this were temporary?

(Same here, my friend! You're always such fun to write with ^w^)

You think I'd do anything else? Moth would kill me, if I made it permanent.

Lester: O-of course. I should know better. I am ready when you are, Master Omni. *closes his eyes and braces himself*

Well, that depends. Kitty, do you want him to do this? I won't, if she doesn't want it, you know.

Kitty: *nods excitedly, but catches herself when she sees how Lester has screwed up his face in anticipation of the spell. She frowns in indecision*

Lester: Of course she does. If I know my wife, I know how excited she would be. *cautiously opening one eye* Is it over?

Nope, but it won't be painful, you know. Here. If you're really that frightened, you can chew on this. *the kitsune offers a dark mushroom to him*

Lester: *sniffs at the mushroom quizzically* If you believe it will help, I trust your judgement. *he takes the mushroom and samples it politely*

*The flavor is strange at first, but grows on the canid as he continues to eat. His ears twitch in delight as his tail shrinks into a cute ropy thing with a tuft at the end, and his lower canines push out from beneath his lips, while his muzzle broadens and shrinks into his face, becoming a blunt snout, while his nostrils widen.*

Lester: *snorts in surprise* I should have known! Very clever, Master Omni. *he experimentally touches his new tusks and tail. He grimaces * Oh my.

Kitty: *overcome with joy, she throws herself at Lester and strokes his snout. Small excited purrs escape her throat*

Lester: *grunts, blushing furiously* Merry early Christmas, dear one.

Aww, I love a happy ending.

Lester: *gives a small smile* Thank you, Master Omni, for putting a smile on her face.

Why don't you let old Omni watch the story for a while, hmm? I think you two have some catching up to do.

Kitty: *nuzzles Lester's newly transformed face with eyes squeezed closed in contentment*

Lester: *turns his attention to her and catches her up in his arms* I have missed you.

Thanks! ^w^

REEEE! *coughs* Er, 'scuse me! ^(oo)^; I should have seen this coming, but didn't think I'd go wild and make this much of a pig of myself. It's just plain emboarassing! 🐗 Then again, I guess everybody porks away around the hoglidays.

Urnk! Speaking of, could someone good with buttons give me a hand? *paws uselessly at one with dwindling hoof-fingers* Always liked this shirt and I'd bristle at losing it. The britches've already got a hole boared through 'em. ^(oo)^; Ah, and save my glasses, plEEEEse! *coughs* Heh, I think I'm all the spectacle I need, hamming it up like this.

*notices last bit of uneaten truffle and gulps it down* *squeals in contentment* Mmm~ I'll grunt Moth this, she makes a good treat; may be worth the trick. *starts absently snuffling at the air for other edibles* Oye, I know I missed lunch, but I suddenly feel REEElly famished. *coughs* I feel a little gilty for asking, but you guys are taking care of us "post-purchase clientele," right? If that includes meals, could you please root around and find something for me? ^(oo)^; I'm not picky and figure I'll be a sloppy eater, but... *audible stomach rumble*

You're sweet for the sympathy, Candle, but it's nout like this was hard to predict. *sheepish look* Uh, but hey, there are upsides in a sense: now I can go sniff out the REEEl deal. *forced snuffling chuckle*

And wait, Kitty...? *blushes* Well, finding pigs cute is a twist in the tail. Didn't expect anyone'd think I looked good with a snout, but you shoat me! ^(oo)^ Feels weird to muddy the waters between pet and person (porcine?), but... Let me finish changing and I can be your pick of the litter.

Lester: Oh, certainly. Um... I will see if I can find any food Lady Moth has left alone. We would hardly want to mix spells. *hurriedly goes to fetch something suitable*

Candle: *ears swinging forward* I suppose there are worse things to beeEHAWW. *falls silent, embarrassed*

Kitty: *mews happily, tail swaying in anticipation of cuddling a new piggy friend*

Urnk. Ooh, hadn't thought of that. *snorts* Guess that'd also put a wrinkle into an offer to "dispose" of unsold tREEEts, eheh. ^,(oo),^; *keeps on snuffling absently, snout and tusks growing in as bristles coat the face* Er, thanks for the help, Lester, but you don't have to rush. I could go for some grub, don't get your tail in a twist. *looks back at his own growing appendage* ... I mean, there are worse shapes for a tail, I guess, but still.

*smiles at Candle in sympathy* Well, I've got some concerns about ending up someone's holiday ham, but I'm called Mr. Silver Lining sometimes. There's usually some upside or other to any situation. Like, perspective; that's something. For instance, I started changing just a few minutes ago, but I've already got a lot of REEEspect for you for doing so great with and talking so much with mEEE despite your spEEEE-- Your spEEEEE-- *snorts, stomps a fully changed trotter* Your spEEEEEEE--! *takes a deep breath and grunts a sigh* ... Your talking quirk. *again with the sheepish look*

*hears a ripping shirt* Ree? Oh! The shirt... *looks back over smaller, barrelling body and belly beneath, all visible and bristling under tattering shirt* Ah well.

*feels the transformative tinglings abate* Annnnd I guess this is me, now. *flashes uncertain tusky smile, snout still a'snuffling* *turns toward Kitty, tilting head slightly* Uh. Oink?

Lester: *returns with a plate of food that he is certain hasn't been tainted* Oh! Your shirt. I apologize, Master Gregoro. I should have been more attentive.

Candle: *ears twitching forward* That is very kind of you. I wish you didn't hhhhhave to get so well acquainted with it. Yours seeeee... seems like it might be worse.

Kitty: *unable to hide her excitement any longer, she kneels beside her newly porcine friend and gives him a squeeze with a joyful purr*

*eyes and snout lock on Lester's plate* *does a little drool pooling, most other thoughts abandoned* Nah, nah, it's fine, it's fine. *grunts dismissively* I can get a new one; should've unbuttoned first, anyway. *on the plate touching down, starts for the food* *pauses, on feeling his glasses slide* *manages to keep them from flying off, balancing the arms on his tusks* REEE! Er, plEEEse save the glasses, though. *holds himself back from his meal for the time being*

Thanks for the sympathies, Candle. And yeah, it just might. Who can say, though? Again, I've only had it a few minutes. MaybEEE there's a learning curve. *snorts* I'm hopin' so, anyway. I mean, tEEEches me to mind my words, at lEEEst, so upside? *smirks a moment, as well as tusks allow* Anyway, how about yours? Have you gotten better with it over time?

*gives a little squeal in surprise, but warms up quick* Ha! Underestimated that enthusiasm. *tries to be as cuddly as a wild boar can be (but is super-careful around nuzzling with those tusks)* I'm just a big ol' teddy boar to you, aren't I? ^,(oo),^

Lester: Oh! Yes, of course. *gingerly removes the glasses and tucks them safely into the neck of his tunic*

Candle: *looking a little guilty* Well, I suppose... but it wasn't because of practice on my pahawwrt. The only reee...reason I can say anything at all right now is my contract with Lady Maaawwth. But I'm sure you'll get used to yours.

Kitty: *closes eyes in contentment and scritches behind your ears with a purr*

*grunts out a barely discernible, "Thanks," before he's on that food like white on rice* *after a messy, noisy bit of gorging, comes up for air* *pauses on finding half the plate is empty* *licks his chops and swallows, looking bashful* Eheh... S-SorREEE, just got a bit carREEEd away. ^,(oo),^;

Thank you, Lester, for REEEl. The help's appreciated and this is genuinely good grub. Heh, I'd half-expected a trough full of slop or something. *snort* I doubt I'd have stopped myself, so thank you for leaving mEEE some dignity. Even if I, uh, kinda threw that away myself just now. *grunts and gives a self-effacing smile* Er, dunno if you have instincts to dEEEl with, but I could go for some tips. *shows much more restraint in eating, while listening to Lester*

Ohh, wow, Candle. I didn't REEEalize. Well, more perspective, then. I'm glad I can talk at all; I can cope with a little squEEE-- *snort* squEEEE-- ... *coughs* That. *chuckles a bit* Got some other things to get used to, while I'm at it. Like, how WEEEird everything looks, this low to the ground. Balancing on the trotters, too.

*grunts in bliss, leaning into the scritching, tail aswish* Ohhh, I could get used to this~ *a back leg thumps not unlike a dog's as she finds the best spot* Ree~ Kitty, you got magic fingers~

Lester:*gives a small laugh* I could hardly give a guest slop! And certainly never to one so polite. Let me think... when I was fully a fox, I certainly did have to wrestle with instincts. It is almost unavoidable, really, so we would not blame you for less than human manners. I think you will find that as the spell wears thin, it will be much easier to push those inclinations aside. *he leans closer and very discreetly whispers* I must admit, I will still steal a chicken now and then when I can hide the evidence. Kitty absolutely hates it when I do. She finds it ungentlemanly.

Candle: *nods empathetically* It takes time to get a hhhhandle on a new body. I think, if I'm ever able to be hhhhh... human again, it will be just as strange.

Kitty: *mews with delight at your reaction*

*attempts a gracious bow for the consideration and reassurance* *finds the key word is "attempts"* *has a little snorting post-meal chuckle at Lester's quiet confession* "I'll bet. Thanks for confiding on your *snort* sly devilry. I'm definitely fEEEling less self-conscious. *grunts in appreciation* It's interesting, in its way. Like, if I think about it, it's sometimes EEEasy to guess I'm doing or wanting something thanks to instinct. *snuffles absently around for more, now that the plate's been cleaned* But it doesn't fEEEl different from any other thing I do or want, not in the moment anyway. *catches himself snuffling, stops with an annoyed grunt and a shake of his head* IntrEEEguing challenge, that.

*nods in agreement* No question, Candle. Other than the hooves, kinda, EEEven this body's nothing like a reindEEEr's. *takes a few awkward, stumbling steps* And the nose is... *closes eyes and drinks in all his sniffer's detail* Well, there's just so much. *grunts* It's amazing, but kind of overwhelming. I'd bet your EEEars were the same, at first? *thinks he's gotten a little far afield* Er, anyway. When you're human again -- and I think you will, someday -- yeah, gonna bEEE an adjustment. Just don't forget you've got friends to help you get a handle on it, like you all are helping me here. *smiles a little*

*sees no reason to stop with that reaction, unconcerned of perceptions, as long as Kitty keeps it up* *should she take a rest or move to another mode of play, just sort of flops uselessly for a bit, stupid contented smile on his snout*

Lester: *gives a small laugh* It is the holidays. We are all permitted to indulge, pig or not.

Candle: *twitches ears more consciously than usual* New senses take a long time to get used to, definitely, but they come in hhhh... hhandy. I'm sure you'll s-see hhhhow that is.

Kitty: *not wanting to become tedious to her new plaything, very, very slightly unsheaths her claws to add to the effectiveness of the scratches*

*grunts out a laugh of his own* No argument here. They're practically meant for rest and REEElaxation. And whatever other flaws they may have, pigs are superstars at that. ^,(oo),^

*nods, keeping up the absent snuffling* Makes sense. I think I'm starting to get the picture. ^,(oo),^ Heh, I wasn't serious earlier, but a truffle hunt actuallEEE sounds like a good way to break this thing in. Hm, or something EEEsier, d'ya think?

*grunts a moment in surprise at the change in sensation* *quickly discovers new levels of porcine bliss, expressed in excited new octaves of squealing and squirming* *is not exactly a coherent thinker at the moment, but is a happy one*

Lester: *clapping his paws together with a bark of a laugh* Then I am glad you may spend the holidays as such.

Candle: *ponders for a moment* Truffles would probably beee... be the easiest for you to find, even with all of this snow. I'll come with you. You never know what is waiting in woods.

Kitty: *glares at Candle with a very fluffed tail for taking her new plaything away*

*amused snort* Not sure I'd have picked that, and it's still kinda embarrassing, but, if it's just for the holidays... Yeah, little REEEson not to go whole hog. ^,(oo),^

Ahh, thanks! *tail gives an appreciative swish* Eheh, and you're right; I guess I'd be kinda tasty to a lotta things right now. Boars aren't pushovers, but I'd kinda nEEEd practice to get there. ^,(oo),^; So, heh, let's hoof it.

*gets a couple of awkward steps before spotting Kitty's gaze* *gulps* Eheheh, hey, calm down, I just wanna... give rooting a try. Probably not a long stint, though; I doubt it's as fun as cuddles, but hey, full experience, right? ^(oo)^; Candle's just gonna make sure I come back in one pEEEce. *ears perk* Ooh, or you could come, too?

Kitty: *Suddenly looks more nervous than miffed and politely shakes her head. She gives a sweeping gesture as if to say, "Go on, then."*

Candle: I'll bring hhhim back in one piece, Kitty.

Lester: I believe we will busy ourselves with stoking the fire for when you return. There is nothing so uncomfortable as cold and wet fur.

He shouldn't have been quite so boarish about eating up those chocolates.

Hey, you leave your amusing and apt assessments out of this!

... Wait, let me start over.

Hey, have you even had any of these? They're soooo good! You try keeping composed after a couple! Trust me, it's no easy tusk. ^,(oo),^

I actually can't eat a lot of sugar, so treats are off-limits to me.

Ahhah! That's a pretty compelling reason, then. Sorry if that came off as rubbing anything in; the ship may have sailed on "boarish," but let's see if I can avoid "boorish."

Though, playing devil's advocate, they are enchanted sweets made by a magical fairy. I wonder if Moth even used sugar... Eh, even if, you probably made the right call, turning Johnny on 'em instead.

Oh, yes. I never pass up a chance to unleash Johnny on people. Especially if the results will be good.

Aye. And from all observations, that seems a reliable outcome. ^,(oo),^

Hm, I wonder. Given Kitty's reaction here, does he wish he'd picked the treat I did or would he see that as cheating?

Johnny will certainly feel jealous of you. Although, even if he had turned into a pig, he still probably would have offended Kitty.

Ah, interesting. So it's more that he wants affection from the object of his desire, and cares little whether it be that shown a pet, an idol, or a romantic partner. That's almost poignant. ... Or he's generally the sort to assume there's only one type of affection he could be receiving, per the many times he's assumed his transformation meant the woman in question was "into him."

So I guess I'll try not to rub his beak in it, but probably not very hard. ^,(oo),^

And yeah, that feels like about the one way things would end for him. Still, could be fun to see just how (and how fast) Kitty wound up done dealing with his hogwash.