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It started as an itch. Not just literally — with a tingling nuisance in my neck — but also as a kind of heightened need that felt like exploding. Watching a National Geographic documentary about the biggest predators that walk the Earth, I started thinking about how we humans are only at the top of society thanks to the evolution of technology and the gift of higher rational intelligence. When it comes to physical strength, however, we are weak. We don't have fur, claws, and even our fangs are not as developed as other animals. Canines with their packs, big cats, hyenas, bears... An endless list of nature hunters are capable of defeating a human without much resistance. Of course there are exceptions and there are those whose bodies can survive a sudden and timely attack by a wild creature, especially if they are armed with hunting rifles, but when it comes to melee, the number of people who have fought against deadly beasts is very small, and most of them only survived and fled to tell the tale, without actually defeating them.
That made me jealous.
Before I realized it, I was undressing in front of the television, as if I wanted to unleash my wild libertine side, without worrying about exposing my body to the open air. When talking about survival in inhospitable places, whether they are too cold or too hot, animals have obtained different protections through centuries of evolution. Of course, having a coat already helped, but internally they also contained the organs, muscles and blood vessels perfectly aligned to handle the body temperature adjustment. In the icy air, they consumed more fat, and in hot climates, they panted or exhaled more air through their lungs, producing excess saliva with their tongues or absorbing what came from the dry environment with their damp hides.
I laughed heartily as I looked down. It's almost as if my thoughts triggered a perfect optical illusion. The palms of my hands seemed higher and the fingers were getting thicker, covered by black pads that, in addition to becoming a rough, sharply thick surface, also subdivided into circular pads, with the phalanges stretching along the region of the carpals and metacarpals to extend the length of the limbs. Stretching, the skin and bones gradually crept in as I felt something bump against my buttocks. Looking back, I visualized my butt getting more and more rounded, and just above it was an addition that I never imagined having or feeling as a humanoid: a bone was growing from the tip of my tailbone, coming out of my spine and pulling it along with its growth, making me more hunched over and altering the stature of my balance more and more noticeably. In fact, it looked like that was exactly why it was sprouting from there, to help me better handle the rapid movements of my body, stretching in a grotesque but inexplicably interesting way as it increased its size little by little.
Covered in skin, the bare bone was a perfect appendage to my tailbone. A bone sticking out right where humans lost the opportunity to have a tail through evolution. Due to our bipedal and plantigrade structure, there was no need for this. But for a quadruped... A digitigrade that had the feet and legs more curved and arched than those of a human, with much more agility in the structure of the bones and musculature, that supported itself on the tips of the toes and had concave, black claws at their tips, with their thin sharpness…
Just as my feet were turning into. Sprouting at their bases the same black structures that had ascended from my palms. I couldn't believe it, I felt something sprout from the top of my black hair and, looking in the mirror, I stared at the yellowness spreading from the center of my head around it. Along my back, forearms and thighs also presented the same creamy tones with some gray pigments.
I smiled and laughed. I could see my teeth becoming more incisively sharp than usual, with the fangs becoming uniquely pronounced; I was sweating profusely and I could feel my odor getting stronger and stronger, expelling an animalistic musk stench which was captured precisely and deeply by my growing nostrils. My jaw, chin and cheeks were pushed forwards, with my dental arch distorting to form a cavity of increasingly wetter gums and a tongue that got more drool on top of it as the structure itself grew longer and thicker. Resting it on the outside of my wide mouth, I slobbered as I saw my ears rising to the top of my head and the cartilage of them becoming more pointed and thicker, the inner area being covered by a mixture of pink skin and light hairs.
At that point, the changes accelerated, with the metamorphosis transfiguring my pecs so that my new rib cage could support my larger organs and causing my abs to crunch with a bunch of overworked, lean muscles, consuming any sign of the belly I had, leaving me with the vision of a bodybuilder. I could see my veins and arteries straining under my skin, with loud, audible pops of bones breaking and being reshaped as new joints appeared in my shoulders, knees, pelvis, and scalp. On my back, I felt it being padded in the thick, soft fur of a carnivorous mammal. I watched the mound of black, gray, and cream fur blend and pile on top of each other, forming a tough furry layer above my increasingly supple, arched spine, spreading beyond it downwards to my tail and making it fall over its bristly, downy covering.
I wagged my tail and pinched my body with my increasingly formed paws, scratching my increasingly hard skin with my deadly claws. In a matter of seconds, my calves and shins were super dense and packed with massive muscle, pulling my thumbs back to create the structure of dewclaws and, next to them, spurs which came along the pads; the same transformation happened in concomitance with my hands and feet, ever-so-fastly undoing any trace of humanity present in me. The final adornment was my human brown eyes being exchanged for the yellowish hue of a mindless animal, with an almost orange intensity that conveyed the vision of a high-caliber predator.
The coloring, the tall and broad body, and the similarities to a canid; joining this to the completion of my metamorphosis, I freed my flappy tongue and shook my head, pricking my ears and hearing sounds in the far distance with a well-deserved acuteness; my already full snout could now pick up invisible scents, its wet black nose inhaling the scents of the forest. The jungle called to me, made all the rest of my new sprawling body complement the final lengths of fur, making me recognize the sight of a creature I knew all too well. The belly with white fur, sides of light and creamy fur, with the top mixing gray and black fur with the others that were of opposite colors... And those long fangs and thirsty eyes for food. Before my mind was taken over by the instincts of my new identity as an animal, I was able to contemplate my total transfiguration into a coyote. And it was exhilarating to be one; to become one. I was happy and excited to experience every second of what it really meant to be a predator at the top of the food chain. I could hardly wait, eager to hun and find a place where I could truly be free and wild.
welcometaco . Thank you so much for your art, I loved it!It started as an itch. Not just literally — with a tingling nuisance in my neck — but also as a kind of heightened need that felt like exploding. Watching a National Geographic documentary about the biggest predators that walk the Earth, I started thinking about how we humans are only at the top of society thanks to the evolution of technology and the gift of higher rational intelligence. When it comes to physical strength, however, we are weak. We don't have fur, claws, and even our fangs are not as developed as other animals. Canines with their packs, big cats, hyenas, bears... An endless list of nature hunters are capable of defeating a human without much resistance. Of course there are exceptions and there are those whose bodies can survive a sudden and timely attack by a wild creature, especially if they are armed with hunting rifles, but when it comes to melee, the number of people who have fought against deadly beasts is very small, and most of them only survived and fled to tell the tale, without actually defeating them.
That made me jealous.
Before I realized it, I was undressing in front of the television, as if I wanted to unleash my wild libertine side, without worrying about exposing my body to the open air. When talking about survival in inhospitable places, whether they are too cold or too hot, animals have obtained different protections through centuries of evolution. Of course, having a coat already helped, but internally they also contained the organs, muscles and blood vessels perfectly aligned to handle the body temperature adjustment. In the icy air, they consumed more fat, and in hot climates, they panted or exhaled more air through their lungs, producing excess saliva with their tongues or absorbing what came from the dry environment with their damp hides.
I laughed heartily as I looked down. It's almost as if my thoughts triggered a perfect optical illusion. The palms of my hands seemed higher and the fingers were getting thicker, covered by black pads that, in addition to becoming a rough, sharply thick surface, also subdivided into circular pads, with the phalanges stretching along the region of the carpals and metacarpals to extend the length of the limbs. Stretching, the skin and bones gradually crept in as I felt something bump against my buttocks. Looking back, I visualized my butt getting more and more rounded, and just above it was an addition that I never imagined having or feeling as a humanoid: a bone was growing from the tip of my tailbone, coming out of my spine and pulling it along with its growth, making me more hunched over and altering the stature of my balance more and more noticeably. In fact, it looked like that was exactly why it was sprouting from there, to help me better handle the rapid movements of my body, stretching in a grotesque but inexplicably interesting way as it increased its size little by little.
Covered in skin, the bare bone was a perfect appendage to my tailbone. A bone sticking out right where humans lost the opportunity to have a tail through evolution. Due to our bipedal and plantigrade structure, there was no need for this. But for a quadruped... A digitigrade that had the feet and legs more curved and arched than those of a human, with much more agility in the structure of the bones and musculature, that supported itself on the tips of the toes and had concave, black claws at their tips, with their thin sharpness…
Just as my feet were turning into. Sprouting at their bases the same black structures that had ascended from my palms. I couldn't believe it, I felt something sprout from the top of my black hair and, looking in the mirror, I stared at the yellowness spreading from the center of my head around it. Along my back, forearms and thighs also presented the same creamy tones with some gray pigments.
I smiled and laughed. I could see my teeth becoming more incisively sharp than usual, with the fangs becoming uniquely pronounced; I was sweating profusely and I could feel my odor getting stronger and stronger, expelling an animalistic musk stench which was captured precisely and deeply by my growing nostrils. My jaw, chin and cheeks were pushed forwards, with my dental arch distorting to form a cavity of increasingly wetter gums and a tongue that got more drool on top of it as the structure itself grew longer and thicker. Resting it on the outside of my wide mouth, I slobbered as I saw my ears rising to the top of my head and the cartilage of them becoming more pointed and thicker, the inner area being covered by a mixture of pink skin and light hairs.
At that point, the changes accelerated, with the metamorphosis transfiguring my pecs so that my new rib cage could support my larger organs and causing my abs to crunch with a bunch of overworked, lean muscles, consuming any sign of the belly I had, leaving me with the vision of a bodybuilder. I could see my veins and arteries straining under my skin, with loud, audible pops of bones breaking and being reshaped as new joints appeared in my shoulders, knees, pelvis, and scalp. On my back, I felt it being padded in the thick, soft fur of a carnivorous mammal. I watched the mound of black, gray, and cream fur blend and pile on top of each other, forming a tough furry layer above my increasingly supple, arched spine, spreading beyond it downwards to my tail and making it fall over its bristly, downy covering.
I wagged my tail and pinched my body with my increasingly formed paws, scratching my increasingly hard skin with my deadly claws. In a matter of seconds, my calves and shins were super dense and packed with massive muscle, pulling my thumbs back to create the structure of dewclaws and, next to them, spurs which came along the pads; the same transformation happened in concomitance with my hands and feet, ever-so-fastly undoing any trace of humanity present in me. The final adornment was my human brown eyes being exchanged for the yellowish hue of a mindless animal, with an almost orange intensity that conveyed the vision of a high-caliber predator.
The coloring, the tall and broad body, and the similarities to a canid; joining this to the completion of my metamorphosis, I freed my flappy tongue and shook my head, pricking my ears and hearing sounds in the far distance with a well-deserved acuteness; my already full snout could now pick up invisible scents, its wet black nose inhaling the scents of the forest. The jungle called to me, made all the rest of my new sprawling body complement the final lengths of fur, making me recognize the sight of a creature I knew all too well. The belly with white fur, sides of light and creamy fur, with the top mixing gray and black fur with the others that were of opposite colors... And those long fangs and thirsty eyes for food. Before my mind was taken over by the instincts of my new identity as an animal, I was able to contemplate my total transfiguration into a coyote. And it was exhilarating to be one; to become one. I was happy and excited to experience every second of what it really meant to be a predator at the top of the food chain. I could hardly wait, eager to hun and find a place where I could truly be free and wild.
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Coyote
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