[3.300 words] [Alpaca TF] [Permanent] [Unwilling] [Mind-change] [undeserved]
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[3.300 words] [Alpaca TF] [Permanent] [Unwilling] [Mind-change] [undeserved]

Elma twirled gracefully on stage, her practiced yunnan folk dance captivating the audience, who swayed their bodies left and right in accordance with the music. Her colorful costume, adorned with feather-like details, fluttered with the gentle breeze. Her hands mimicked the movements of a two headed peacock in a passionate dance. It was an ancient choreography, but Elma had added a second head to make it her own twist.

The crowd erupted in applause as she struck her final pose with a smile, the two heads performing a kiss, their necks (Elma’s arms) intertwined. Her heart raced with all that love directed at her. When the music ended, she got up and bowed to thank the audience, then headed backstage.

As she descended the narrow staircase, away from the crowd’s sight, Elma crossed paths with Monica, a choir member known for her powerful voice and, more importantly, for her ego. Monica's eyes narrowed and she refused to even compliment. However, Elma talked with her anyways:

– Good luck with your next dance – she said, cheerfully.

– Luck? I don't need luck – Monica raised her chin – Our chorus performance is far more impressive than your wiggling. All you did was merely warm up the public for the main show, ours.

– Of course, Monica – Elma rolled her eyes and giggled, brushing off the provocation – It’s a pleasure to prepare the crowd for your show.

– Good girl – she smiled devilishly.

Elma left her behind and complimented the rest of the chorus group, who returned the gesture. A few of them even silently apologized for Monica's behavior, blushing and looking covering their mouths.

As she left the backstage and went into the open, a group of fans quickly surrounded her, showering compliments and praises. She didn’t enjoy fame, but loved making people happy. Art was meant to be shared with everyone, since it helped spirits connect.

– Elma, your peacock dance was amazing! – a fan exclaimed.

– I love the twirls you do with your arms. Almost looks like a real bird! – said another.

– Two heads? Really? That was genius! – a third fan chuckled.

– Wish I could be one of your hands during the dance – said a blushing person.

Elma smiled warmly, exchanged some words with a few fans, took pictures with others and even gave two autographs. Since she was always trying new things, the feedback she received helped her attune with the likes of the public. Suddenly, a male voice from the crowd asked:

– Do you know the alpaca dance? – the person had its eyebrows furrowed in a very unfriendly way – It's quite the dance, you know?

– No I don't – she laughed, shaking her head – I’ve never heard of it. Where is it fro-

– Of course you don’t – the man sneered, interrupting her – You’re not as good a performer as Monica.

The fans grew uneasy, sensing the tension. There were nervous whispers and people turning their gaze away. All joy from moments ago was shrouded by that one bully. However, determined to diffuse the situation, Elma played along — anything was worth doing if it meant someone would smile.

– Alright! I’ll show you the alpaca dance – she said with a playful grin – Get ready to be impressed!

The fans stepped back, giving room for Elma to move. They formed a circle, three meters in diameter. Some people grabbed their phones and started recording, while others nervously bit their nails, afraid that Elma would embarrass herself.

She began a silly, improvised dance, standing on the tip of her feet, closing her hands as if they were hooves and keeping them close to her chest akin to a t-rex. She jumped left and right, willing her butt and her neck, pretending to be an upright alpaca balancing on two legs.

Her fans giggled and clapped, bobbing their heads along with her lighthearted moves. The tension was replaced with joy and the provocation became just a grain of sand in a storm of fun. The Bully's face twisted, his enmity melting away and revealed a defeated expression.

After Elma finished her performance, the boy approached with a forced smile.

– You win – he said, blushing – Let me buy you a black tea for apologies.

– I prefer sweets – Elma replied cheerfully – How about some peach tea and almond tofu?

– By the way, I'm Rollins – he slightly bowed to her – Sorry for being a jerk. You are cool.

– And I'm Elma, by the way – she returned the bow – Glad I could entertain you.

Her fans sighed in relief. Once they realized things were settled, they returned to their seats and waited for the next presentation to happen, which would be Monica’s choir singing. Only Elma and Rollins were left behind.

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They went into a quiet nearby cafe, which was almost empty aside from the waitresses and two tables. After making their orders, Elma watched the guy with curiosity, while he seemed to avert his eyes. After a while, Rollins took a deep breath and pulled a small object from his pocket: a rustic collar with shiny beads and braided fibers of rainbow colors. It resembled a lucky charm from the countryside.

– I was planning on giving it to Monica after her show – he sighed – But I guess you deserve it more.

He extended it to Elma with both hands. She admired it, thanking him for the gift. Initially she was hesitant to pick it up, since it was meant for someone else. It felt wrong, almost like stealing. However, Rollins seemed so adamant on making a worthy apology that it would be cruel of her to refuse.

– It's beautiful! – she smiled – It even matches my clothes!

– Would you mind dancing again? – he suggested – This time with the collar. You looked so pretty doing the alpaca dance. It might even become your next performance!

– You make me blush talking like this – Elma put collar – Since you were so kind to give me this, I guess I can dance again.

– Do you mind if I record it? – he said.

– Only if you send me the video later – she grinned.

As Elma began her performance, movements fluid and joyful, the collar dangled as if dancing along. It felt warm against her chest, and she could swear it had a heartbeat of its own. Still, she brushed that thought aside and focused on the performance — she was a professional dancer who couldn’t get distracted!

She stood on the tip of her feet, mimicking the slender hooves of an alpaca. She hunched a bit forward, to look like a quadruped animal trying to stand upright. Elma didn’t simply repeat the dance from before, but added more moves to it, enhancing the choreography almost by instinct. This time, she focused more on her neck, trying to make it seem longer and more flexible. With more room to maneuver than before, and thanks to being less nervous, she was able to put all of her soul into that and stretch her arms.

– Awesome! – Rollins said, his eyes focused on the phone – You are a true alpaca dancer!

The other few clients and waitresses watched, initially in discomfort by the unexpected act. Their eyes widened and murmurs spread through the room. However, as the dance became more captivating, their unease melted away. Smiles crept onto their faces, and people found themselves nodding in rhythm with her steps. Elma’s infectious energy had the power to lift the mood of everyone.

Elma felt an overwhelming sense of naturalness, as if a guiding spirit animal had taken hold of her. A tingling sensation, like gentle sparks of electricity, coursed through her entire self, filling her with the pure joy of an artist in their element. Her joints and muscles felt remarkably malleable and stretchy, allowing her to move with an unprecedented freedom. Each step and twirl seemed effortless and, at times, she could swear her limbs elongated slightly with certain moves.

She closed her eyes and allowed the physical sensations to be her sole connection to the world. All she had to do was focus on her bones, muscles and joints. Everything else was irrelevant.

Elma bent her thumb, pressed her index with her middle finger, and her pinkie with her ring finger, making her hands resemble alpaca hooves. Her touching fingers seemed to fuse together and swell, while her nails covered the entirety of her fingertips to become a hardened coating.

In her mind, those sensations meant she was attuned with the character. It wasn’t the first time she felt animal-like. One reason her performances were so lively was precisely her ability to feel like the creatures she mimicked. Although, at that time the feelings were many times stronger than usual. Once again, she brushed her worries aside and focused on the dance.

– You are doing great, Elma! – Rollins cheered her.

Next, an even stranger and more vivid sensation washed over. The hairs on her arms multiplied and puffed out, filling her sleeves. A thick, wooly fur enveloped her skin, more comfortable than the softest pillow and warmer than the coziest blanket. Elma couldn't help but smile, convinced that her newfound sense of connection to the dance was elevating her skills to unprecedented heights. "To dance like an animal, you must feel like an animal."

Elma's arms lengthened and thickened, the furry sensation spreading rapidly up to the shoulders. Her once delicate limbs became sturdy and muscular, perfectly suited for the robust frame of an alpaca. As she marveled at her changing form, her legs underwent the same transformation, bulking up and stretching her long socks to the point of tearing. That newfound strength and energy infused her movements with vitality. She felt as if she could dance not just for hours, but for days, her spirit soaring with every step and twirl.

The people around her gasped. Elma loved triggering strong emotions in the audience!

She felt something bushy fill the seat of her pants. It made her flinch for an instant, but Elma kept her composure. Some of her clothes had probably slipped inside her pants during the dance… and the more she wiggled, the more the thing at her butt seemed to take more space. “Keep your focus, Elma!”

Her shoes slipped off and, as her feet touched the floor, they made soft clopping noises. Her toes seemed to be glued together, encased in a hard casting. While it did feel strange, Elma couldn’t deny that her balance was greatly improved and that staying barefeet was delightful — A dancer ought to love having the ground caressing her soles.

She heard a lot of whispering and the clicks of photographs. She never thought people would be so impressed by a silly performance she had just come up with.

As she opened her eyes and smiled at the crowd, her nose and mouth elongated into a fuzzy snout, complete with a brown nose at the tip. She blinked a few times, unsure if she was hallucinating. Upon looking at the expressions of those around her, she realized that there was something odd at play — and Rollins was giggling.

Elma looked at her own reflection at the window just in time to witness her ears grow larger and more pointed, each of them twitching as a layer of tickling, light brown fur covered them. Her eyes, now larger and slightly spaced out, went wide with tiny pupils. Her dark hair blended almost seamlessly with the fur on her neck, creating a mane that could be called beautiful if it wasn’t attached to her.

She gulped. Yet, despite how alarming her body changes appeared, how much those around watched with intense curiosity, and how that whole ordeal made her cheeks burn… she couldn’t stop dancing. Her body no longer felt as if it was “guided” by a spirit animal, but rather possessed by one! A scream for help came out as a bleat.

Her thighs grew broader, buttcheeks grinding against one another with each move, shredding her long socks. Meanwhile, the fluffy sensation in her butt expanded, pushing down her panties and revealing a thick, bushy tail. The wooly pom pom swished back and forth like a feather duster, its weight pulling at her tailbone. Elma wished she could stick her head into a hole.

– I knew you were a great alpaca dancer – Rollins smirked, still recording.

Elma's torso was next, her slender waist barrelling out and her belly expanded, covered in that same layer of dense, light brown, fluffy fur which now extended all over her. The once beautiful dancer's curves melted away, replaced by the plump, sturdy build of a camelid. Some of her clothing stretched while other parts slipped off, shifting to accommodate her new proportions. She was an anthropomorphic alpaca, dancing for everyone’s enjoyment.

Elma pranced and bounced, her clopping hooves resembling a tap dance performance. The more time passed, she hunched forward as her spine, legs and former-arms shifted into a quadrupedal configuration. Soon, Elma was skillfully tiptoeing on all fours, the playful flick of her tail and ears becoming part of the choreography. Her only clothes were the scarf hanging from her neck and the magical amulet.

“This has to be a nightmare!”

And then, she jumped, spun in the air, and landed gracefully with her snout pointing upwards. The presentation was over, and the force that had been controlling her finally disappeared. Elma was free. The first thing she thought was… to run… to hide… to look for help…

She dashed a single meter before tripping on her own legs and flopping in a comical fashion, her fluid movements and perfect balance gone. Without the force, she was just a clumsy human trying to navigate the body of an alpaca. Elma failed even to get up, her whole self squirming on the floor.

– Don’t worry people – said Rollins – It’s all a performance! I hope everyone has enjoyed it!

The crowd, who so far had been watching in awe and apprehension, approached Elma cautiously. They reached out to touch her fur, their hands gentle and curious. Without thinking about what she was doing, Elma nuzzled them affectionately, her new senses relishing the closeness and warmth of their touch. It made her feel less scared. Besides, everyone was smiling and laughing now… she made people happy…

“Wait… why am I enjoying these head pets?” She shook her head. But as soon as another hand reached behind her ears, Elma closed her eyes and moaned. Her newly transformed body was extremely sensitive, making every caress threaten to melt her brain with pleasure.

– Alright, people – Rollins waved his hands – That’s enough. Give our animal some space or it might get stressed.

After a few more pictures, the crowd dissipated and returned to their daily lives. As Elma thought things couldn’t get any weirder, the door opened and Monica came in alone. The choir singer had a smug smile, and petted Elma's head.

– How interesting! Teehee hee hee! – Monica couldn't contain her laughter – I never imagined you would turn out so cute. I was planning to leave you at some zoo, but I have a better idea now.

Elma tried to bite the woman’s hand, but she pulled it out and poked her muzzle with the other one. The alpaca tried to bite again, but the human continued to provoke her. That was the moment when the spirit animal once again took hold of Elma and… she spat on Monica’s face.

– Eeeeew! – she winced – Bad girl!

– C’mon, Monica – Rollins giggled – You can’t tease her like that until her mind has changed.

“Wait! What do you mean by mind change!?” Her ears perked up.

– But I want to tease her! Duh! – she cleaned herself with lots and lots of napkins – That’s the whole point.

– At least wait till I finish my part – the boy sighed.

While Elma was focused on Monica, Rollins sneakily clasped a collar around her neck. The former human’s initial response was to pull away from it, but as soon as she did, the collar pressed against her throat. Elma was overwhelmed with a submissive urge, her muscles relaxed and her mind became foggy.

– Here! – he said, placing the leash on Monica’s hand – Take it. Whenever she acts feisty, just give a gentle tug and she’ll be as docile as a puppy.

“I’m not a puppy! I’m not a pet!” Elma managed to get up and was about to headbutt Monica, but the woman immediately pulled the leash, disarming the aggression. The alpaca girl stood still with a passive expression, staring at the choir singer blankly. “Must… be… good… girl…”

– Can I teach her tricks? – she eyed Elma up and down.

– Of course! – Rollins chuckled – she’s your pet now.

“No… I’m… not… a…” Elma was already making dozens of plans in her head, thinking of any possible way in which she might be able to escape, but it was getting increasingly hard to concentrate. Her mind was hazy and she was beginning to forget words. The sensation was akin to falling into sleep while remaining fully awake.

– I plan on having her dance as an alpaca in our next chorus performance – Monica scratched her chin – Is that possible?

– Once you tame her and teach some tricks, it is totally doable! – he petted the animal’s fluffy head – Given a few days, her mind will turn fully animal, but she will still retain her dancing abilities, so you can consider her half trained.

“WHAT!” Elma widened her eyes and became agitated, trembling and clopping her hooves. “NO! NO! NO! N-” Monica pulled her leash and she relaxed, a line of drool hanging from her lips.

– Any way she can turn back and cause me problems?

– It is reversible… but only another shaman like me would be able to bring her back – he shrugged – But most of the youth is embracing technology these days, turning their backs to old traditions, so you don’t have to worry.

– Did you hear it, Elma? – she chuckled – You’ll be my cute pet dancer now!

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Later that day, the alpaca dancer was introduced to the rest of Monica’s choir. They were a bit reluctant about having an animal perform on stage, but as soon as she tugged Elma’s collar and ordered her to dance, everyone turned speechless.

The members chuckled and agreed to have her onboard. From then onwards, they practiced together, colorful Yunnan style clothes were tailored specially for Elma, she was given good camelid food, a comfy bed to rest, and lots and lots of head pets, ear scratches, belly rubs and back massages.

It didn’t take long for the human to be pulled into the backstage of her own mind, leaving room on the main stage for the alpaca to act. Anguish turned into joy. The urge to spit at Monica turned into an urge to nuzzle her cheek. The need to escape turned into a cozy wish to stay by the side of those lovely humans. The only thing that didn’t change was the alpaca’s love for dancing!

Soon, her first performance began. The audience erupted in laughter at first, watching the alpaca jump and bounce awkwardly on stage. But their mocking faces turned into gasps and yelps as she began to move with surprising grace. Elma swung her hooves like the currents of a river, each movement fluid and controlled. Her tail and ears swished with a dancer's elegance, as if she wielded mastery over the wind itself. With each clop of her hooves, perfectly timed to the music, she captured the audience's attention and admiration.

After the show, the entire choir, Elma included, lined up to thank the audience with a graceful bow. Amidst the thunderous applause, they pranced backstage, giggling with delight. Everyone eagerly petted Elma's head and showered her with congratulations on her stellar performance… except Monica.

– What’s the matter, Monica? – asked one of the choir members, noticing her furrowed brow.

– This alpaca… stole the spotlight – Monica muttered through gritted teeth.

The others burst into laughter, and even Elma joined in.

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