The Corrupting Commission Pt. 12

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

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Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Sara's perspective

My heart surged. Oh, he was coming through on it, really coming through! That was something, at least, making me feel that I had at least done something good there, even though I kept blinking, my eyes feeling watery. Was I really that emotional over Ciri being transformed back?

I must have been, for nothing else would have made sense as my eyes fixed on my friend, watching her transform. She stumbled, rocking onto all fours as her forepaws became hands, no longer balancing her as they once had. Of course, she still had the same tawny fur, the brown of a mountain cat, but she had more shape to her, a humanoid shape coming through as excess fur disintegrated and fat and muscle bulk melted away. She didn't get much smaller, though her feet seemed to be more like human feet again, the toes almost cartoony and big -- but that was only with me seeing things through twisted eyes. If they had taken inspiration from furries, it was just a moderately natural mountain lion, really.

Ciri squirmed and I could see her open enjoyment in it, eyes half-closed, her chest expanding. It was wrong to stare at my friend's breasts, but, well, there was only so much I could look away from as her bipedal form was restored.

"Oh... Ah... Yessth..." Ciri tried, talking again, though her tongue and new teeth were a mouthful to get around. "Thisth... Bether..."

It was hard to understand her, but I tried to watch, even as her breasts grew. Of course, the Fae was not going to make things comfortable or easy for her, giving her another two pairs of tits below the first. Maybe I was dazed, but her transformation seemed to go a lot more quickly. Maybe they wanted to get back to me.

I wasn't sure that I liked being the centre of attention, but I tried to focus on Ciri, on knowing that she would be back to normal. Kind of.

Ciri stumbled over to me, struggling with bigger legs, the strange feet-paws that she would have to get used to.

"Sara... Thankth... Thankth..."

She growled, frustrated, and had to settle for hugging me. I wished I could touch her, but I wouldn't have wanted to squirt more cum over her.

"It's okay, Ciri, everything's okay to be okay," I told her, feeling her shudder against me, still hugging me tightly, only pulling back a little. "You're going to be okay... I'll look after Lara, as much as I can..."

My eyes itched and I tried to rub them with my hand without thinking about it -- remembering only after the jolting motion had sent me slumping to the ground that I didn't have arms, or hands. I bumped down as Ciri hugged me, heaving and grunting, trying to right me, but I was far, far too heavy with her, all with too many extra body parts. The mountain lion that she was screwed up her face, still disgusted with my body, but that could have been the jets of cum plastering her and marking her. Even if Ciri wanted to show that she was grateful, there was only so much that she could do and I didn't fault her for that.

"Sara... Thank you for doing this for me," she said, the words seeming to come slowly, though I didn't know whether that was because of her getting used to a new way of talking or if she was emotional. "I... I don't know what happened, why this happened...but thank you..."

I groaned, blinking rapidly. Why were my eyes so itchy? It felt like they were stuck open and wanting to close at the same time, two things that shouldn't have contradicted, not like that. And then I realised, my stomach dropping with a reel of horror.

After all, I had asked the Fae to transform my eyes...

"Sara..." Ciri's voice was clearer, getting a better grip on her vocal cords, even as her breasts expanded, larger and larger -- not big enough to pin her in place but they would make movement awkward. "Sara... Your eyes... They are..."

I should have known.

Continued in part thirteen...