I am so loving their obliviousness and the reactions of the people around them! Not sure if this is what you were going for, but I’m getting the vibe of other people feeling something is off about the three but not entirely sure what! Maybe a bit of mental changes on their part, especially with being oblivious to his changing dog ears! Can’t wait to read more! Great work!

Thanks. The way the other people came about was a mix of what hulksmash31 and I thought of. Which was basically where I had initially gone for some kinda overlapping realities like they're seen as both people and animals, so why they're going to class but also why people are treating them like animals. Hulksmash31 suggested people waving it off with justifications, like costumes, I think the combination worked well. You have confusion and get reactions people wouldn't normally do with the overlapping realities and avoid panic with the justifications.

There's one guy's reaction in p2 that I'm looking forward to people's reaction to. You'll know him when you read it.

I like the combination! Can’t wait to read the next part then!

Hope it lives up to your hype

You shouldn’t have to worry how I like, but rather if it’s good to you! Besides, I have a good feeling I’ll enjoy it anyways!

Don't worry about me, I'm very happy with how it turned out and hulksmash31's art

Witchy-Toony Delights: Slitherin' Summer Heat
By: Firingwall
Commission done for Kutenaiabi of FurAffinity
107 Degrees.
The heat was unbearable. The air felt like it was choking him. He could feel the ground
cooking beneath his shoes. Sweat was pouring down his face. It was all too much.
Thomas Jordan hurried to salvation, only a block away from where he lived. The location:
Witchy-Toony Delights. They had access to much better air conditioning than his place and had
ice-cold treats.
Gotta speed up, he thought, panting heavily as he ran, can’t be out here long…
He turned a corner and there it was, the small business in the center of a small parking lot.
Checking the street for traffic, he hurried across it as fast as he could. The front door was slowly
growing closer and closer.
Bam! He burst through the doors and was greeted by a blast of cold air. It was like Heaven
itself. The heat was long gone, the doors to the oven closing behind him.
He brushed his brow and looked around, spotting an employee at the front counter. It was
Cassie the Red Toon Dog, the usual counter girl he’s seen there. However, the pupper gal didn’t
seem so lively today. Her head was resting on the counter, her floppy ears split onto it as well. Her
tongue was hanging out and she was panting heavily.
Gees, even when it's so cool in here, that fur must be insanely hot. Thomas thought as he
approached, wiping his forehead again.
A small paper fan appeared from behind the counter, weakly flapping at Cassie. She looked
at her customer, panting. She quietly, whimpered, “Wel-wel-welcome to-to Wi-Witchy-Toony DeDelights… how can I… can I… help you?”
“Ummm, you okay? You seem… well, a little…”
Cassie’s tongue zipped back into her mouth and she stood up, hunching over. “I’m soooo
hoooooooot and not the good kind of hawt.” She put on a small smile. “But… but me being in heat
shouldn’t stop you from havin’ a nice treat.”
...not gonna ask what she means by “being in heat”. Thomas looked past her and looked
over the hanging menus. Lots of options that all sounded tasty, but his eyes lingered on the Special
of the Day. It showed an image of yellow ice cream with a mint green swirl in it.
Might as well start there. He cleared his throat. “I’d like the Special of the Day, please.”
With a renewed, out of nowhere burst of energy, Cassie jumped and did a spin. Her tail
wagged and leaned over the counter. “Yeahyeahyeah! Special of the Day! That’s the best special!
One special coming right up!”
She zipped away, hurrying into the backroom behind her. He could vaguely hear her calling
out, “It’ll be five dollars and fifty cents, pleeeeeeeease!”
A few seconds later, just as he was reaching into his pocket, Cassie returned. “Ta-da!” She
did another spin and held the ice cream cone up to his face. Yep, yellow with a green swirl in it.
Smelled fruity to him, but also had a faint trace of mint as well.
Either way, he handed her a five and a few bills [“Keep the change,” he said], and took the
cone. The dog girl giggled happily, counting the money up before putting it away.
Satisfied, he turned and started walking over to one of the booths. Only taking a few steps
though, he felt his mouth water as the scent of treat wafted up into his nose. He brought the cone
up to his mouth and gave it a nice, gentle lick.
He froze in place as a cold shiver ran up his spine. Goosebumps broke out across his entire
body, hairs standing on end. His eyes clenched tightly, his brain stinging. Wh-whoa… that ice
cream… it… it…
“Is something wrong?” Cassie called out curiously.
He slowly turned around, facing the curious pup. His eyes opened, revealing bright, yellow
slits. He smiled. “Everything is fine. Sorry… just was surprised by how yummy it tasted!”
“Oh! Well, our treats do leave that kind of impression on others.” The dog giggled again;
Thomas merely nodded. He went in to lick the cone again, a long, forked tongue slipping out and
sliding all over his ice cream.
“Mmmm, tasty~” He shivered, the feeling much more pleasant for him. His short, black
hair quivered gently, a faintish green tint appearing just beneath it. Said tint did not remain faint
for long, his hair slowly falling out and leaving him bald.
Beneath the hair were emerald green scales. They were smooth, glittering under the shop’s
lights. While they covered the scalp, they slowly spread to the rest of his dark skin. They cloaked
his forehead and sides of his head, crossing onto his cheeks and jaw.
He took another lick of his ice cream, shivering again. This time though, his head reshaped
itself. It flattened in the center, eyes raising to the top of his head. His cheekbones stretched to the
sides, ears fading into his skull. His head shifted forward as his neck moved behind his cranium.
Finally, his face pushed out, mouth filling with fangs and nostrils fading into him. He now had the
head of a green snake.
He blinked a few times, eyelids turning a dark purple. “Hmmmm, something the matter?”
Cassie’s head was tilted. She was carefully stroking her chin as she stared at him. “Oh!
Umm, nope! Not at all! Just hoping that ice cream is to your liking.”
“Oh, well it is, pup.” He gave the cone another lick, shivering. Pop. Crack. Slither. His
body wobbled and vibrated for a moment before growing. Just his torso though as it grew two feet
longer, his waist and navel being exposed. His arms and then his legs stretched as well, his body
looking a little rubbery and bendy now.
The towering figure’s head nearly bumped against the ceiling, but he paid it no mind. “This
is, like, the bestest ice cream I ever had! I feel soooooo cooler right now!”
He thought about that word: “cooler”. Without having noticed it, he felt colder. It was like
the room dropped twenty degrees. Though Cassie was still fanning herself quite a bit, so maybe it
wasn’t that cool?
“Well, that’s good! Ummm, do you want more ice cream though? You’re kinda running
low there, sweetie.” Thomas looked down. Sure enough, in his scaly, four-fingered green hand, he
had an ice cream cone that was more cone than ice cream.
“Oh yesssss please!” He licked his chops and he swallowed the cone whole. His neck had
stretched several inches to reach it before retracting back to its new usual, long length.
Cassie nodded and slipped into the back again. Thomas reached for his pocket, looking
down. It was then it all clicked. His longer body, green scales cloaking his arms and his exposed
stomach, the way his body was bending and stretching as he reached down and looked with his
head. He was completely different.
“Holy ssssssssmokessssss!” He hissed and gasped simultaneously.
“I’m baaaaaaaaack!” Cassie declared, returning with another ice cream cone, “Whose got
the cent for this sweet mint… look, rhyming is hard, okay?”
Thomas ignored that and snapped over to her, asking, “Hey! What’ssssssssssss the big idea
here? Why am I lookin’ sssssssso different?”
“Oh my! Have you not had our transformative specials before? Dearie me!” Cassie gasped,
smacking a paw against her face. “I apologize, dear snake! Let me explain…”
She cleared her throat and spoke, a dramatic flair in her tone, “Wellllll, you see our specials
of the day, and most of our ice cream to be fair, has transformative elements to it. They bring out
the inner toon lying deep within a person, letting you be fancy and free and silly and free to be
fancy and silly as you please too!
“Now, I’m sure this may be a bit much, and having too much ice cream can be a bit wild
for some. So, I can just put this ice cream away and we can-”
“Nah-ah!” Thomas held up his hand, wagging a finger. “That’ll be unnecessssssary!” He
took out some money and swapped it for the cone. “Just a little surprised is all. I’m ready for more
delicious iccccccce cream treaty goodnessssssss!”
Yes. More ice cream. He wanted more of it. It tasted so good, every inch of his body craving
more of it. It screamed for more; more to keep pushing him forward. How could he refuse when
something screamed for ice cream?
He happily gave his new cone a nice, big lick. Yep, just as tasty as the last one. His body
rumbled slightly, but he paid it no mind. Instead, he unconsciously took off his glasses and dropped
them into his pocket with a big BLOOP.
Taking another taste, he shivered in delight. Ooooooh my! Thisssss tasssssstes so good! I
feel so tingly and giggly! He giggled. He gave it another lick and shivered. This time, it wasn’t
from delight. Brrrr, isssss it jussst me or did it get colder in here?
His body shivered more, his grey shorts rattling. With each jolt and rattle, they slipped
further down his hips and then thighs. PLOOOP! They fell into a big heap at his feet.
With his shorts gone, surprises were uncovered. His boxers were gone, replaced with a
bright yellow, string bikini bottom. Behind him, a small, green tail nub was sticking out above his
hindquarters. Most importantly, the bulge in his crotch was gone. Only a flat surface was waiting
behind his new swimwear.
The reptilian toon gal didn’t care though, merely looking down for a moment before
returning to her treat. She licked more and more of it up, sugar filling her body and energizing it.
Green scales quickly swallowed her form, leaving no trace of her almond skin tone. Green looked
wonderful on her.
“Thomas” stepped back, slipping her feet out of her discarded shorts. Doing so even had
her slip out of her tennis shoes, letting her bare feet touch the tile. They were now green
themselves, down to only three digits and claws sticking out their ends.
Touching the ground, she shivered a little. The cooler temperature in the building was
starting to get to her. Maybe she needed to get some sun now?
Hmmm… sun soundsssss good right about now. She smiled. Lick. Lick. Lick. Her hips
widened, pushing out several inches and curving into a pleasant, round shape. Sun soundssss really
good! Not as good as thisssss yummy treat, but still! Lick. Lick. Lick. Her rear ballooned up,
buttcheeks swelling greatly as the back of her bikini bottom vanished between them.
Yeeeeaaaaah! I want sun! Lotssss of sun! Like… like beach sun! It’s the besssst kinda sun
there issssss! Her nubby tail shot forward, growing several feet long and slamming itself against
the tile flooring.
She opened her mouth wide, wider than before, one last time, and tossed the entire cone in.
GULP! She licked her scaly chops and let out a low belch. “Ahem. Exxxxxcuse me!”
Cassie merely clapped with delight. “I’m just happy you like it, and, might I add, somebody
is lookin’ all stylish and cute now!”
The snake woman looked at herself and smirked. “Thanksssss, doggie. I do look
stylisssssh.” She bent down and picked up her shorts, reaching into the pocket where she put her
glasses. She pulled out a large pair of sunglasses instead, placing them on her head where they
stayed perfectly in place.
The new toon hugged herself, sighing and hissing blissfully. “Ah yesssssss, thissss will be
a ssssplendid day. The ssssssun issssss out and I’m feeling the beach isssss the place for me today!
I have the perfect body for it already.”
“Ya do?” A question mark appears above Cassie’s head.
“But of coursssssse.” The toon snake giggled and gently lifted her shirt up and over her
head, not even remotely budging her sunglasses.
Va-BOOOOOM! Despite her torso just having a wide waist and flat chest, once the top
was off, everything was different. Her scaly waist was far more pushed in, giving her lengthy form
a blatant hourglass-esque shape. Her barren front was now home to two large, hefty melons that
were barely held in by a matching string bikini top.
“Oooooooooooooooo!” Cassie declared, her mouth puckering up and stretching out to
stretch out that “Ooooo”. Her tail wagged up a storm so much, it looked like a plane propeller,
“How sexy!”
“Awwww, thankssss!” Thomas smiled brightly, running her scaly fingers down her smooth
body, and placing her arms beneath her F-cup chest. She was certainly a sight for sore eyes, one
that’d certainly leave people looking up and down her incredibly long body.
“Soooooo,” Cassie spoke, leaning over the counter and resting her head in her paws,
“What’s the name, o’slithery beauty?”
“Hmmmmm! Good question! I bessst consssult my wallet!” She reached into her breasts
and fished around in there. POP! She yanked out a bright yellow wallet and then a driver’s license
from it. “Hmmm, accordin’ to thissss beauty, da name isss Ssssallly Wiggles.”
Sally’s heart beat heavily, a happy, fluttering feeling filling her chest. Sally Wiggles. That
certainly sounded right. It certainly sounded a lot like her.
“Wellllll, Sally, it’s been a pleasure meeting you.”
“Likewisssssse Misssss Pooch. I’d sssstay, but the beach callssssss and if I ssssstay any
longer, I’ll freezzzzzze like a popssssicle!” The snake blew out a puff of air, which froze into a
large ice cube and shattered upon hitting the ground.
“Right, right! Cold-blooded creature! You have fun in da sun!” Cassie waved and Sally
waved back, scooping up her old clothes and stuffing them behind her back into whatever toon
pocket dimension she possessed. She could get them later.
The new snake stepped into the blazing sun. 110 degrees now from what she could gather.
The air was still thick as ever. The pavement was still burning beneath her feet.
110 degrees. She shivered with delight. What a glorious, wonderful temperature for the
toon snake. She felt rejuvenated, energized. She felt ready to party and have fun in the sun on that
beach, only a few blocks away.
The inside of that ice cream parlor was feeling much too cold for the toon now. But in this
heat? She felt truly alive and in her element.
THE EN

um, excuse me?