The Grey Infection 1/5 (Zeydaan)
Zeydaan version of Part 1 of a Mass Grey transformation - with an accompanying story written by AxiomTF
The day is moody and dull, with a deluge of rain bucketing down from the heavens above. Thunder can be heard rumbling far, far away, along with the sounds of traffic running down the street, and raindrops pitter-pattering against the windows of the cosy house in Mailor.
Inside of this humble abode, are a human and wolf - two long-time friends, hanging out together in the living room. Grey is slouched over, spreading herself out on the sofa, with a jug of punch sitting upon her thigh, whilst Zeydaan sits beside them, albeit with much better posture.
“I hope that you’re fond of my punch, Grey. I’ve been working on a new recipe… though I’ve not had a chance to try it for myself yet. What do you think?”
Zeydaan asks, curiously. They had brought out two glasses for the pair of them to use, though in her typical fashion, Grey opts to instead drink directly from the jug, as she takes a generous swig of the sweet, fruity concoction. She takes a moment, letting the taste linger on her tongue, before gulping it all down in one go. It certainly wasn’t something that she’d usually have, often enjoying more simple and bitter tasting drinks, such as… well, bitter. But it felt nice to try something different for a change, and the fact that her friend had made it for her made her opinion of the beverage better, too.
“Eh, yeah… this ain’t half bad mate. Does it take long to brew sommert like this?”
“Well… the first time it does, though once you’ve cracked it, and have a recipe recorded, it doesn’t take too long at all.”
Zeydaan explains, a satisfied smile visible upon their face - they had honestly expected that their friend wouldn’t have been overly fond of it, and it meant a lot to them that they were willing to give it a try. Though of course, it might just be because they were absolutely wasted right now, too. Either way, it was nice of her to say.
“Aww, I’m really glad to hear that! Man, what I'd give to have your kinda gall… honestly, the world could use some more Greys I reckon~”
Zeydaan explains, prompting their human friend to chuckle a little, as they wipe a little bit of the punch from their lips.
“Oh, think so ey? Yeah, ‘onestly that’d be well nice. There’s a lotta knobheads ‘ere, and I’ve always had the right ideas, regardin’ ‘ow to go about life. Trust me mate, it’s much easier being like this.”
“Yeah… honestly, I don’t doubt that it is.”
Zeydaan admits with a little wink, before pouring themselves a glass of the punch for themselves. However, without their knowledge… something begins to develop. The DNA of Miss. Ryder has mixed into the drink, from the slight amount of saliva left behind on the rim of the jug. That, crossed with the powerful dimensional magic of Zeydaan, a powerful process begins, unbeknownst to the pair, which would forever alter their lives in the coming days and weeks…
The day is moody and dull, with a deluge of rain bucketing down from the heavens above. Thunder can be heard rumbling far, far away, along with the sounds of traffic running down the street, and raindrops pitter-pattering against the windows of the cosy house in Mailor.
Inside of this humble abode, are a human and wolf - two long-time friends, hanging out together in the living room. Grey is slouched over, spreading herself out on the sofa, with a jug of punch sitting upon her thigh, whilst Zeydaan sits beside them, albeit with much better posture.
“I hope that you’re fond of my punch, Grey. I’ve been working on a new recipe… though I’ve not had a chance to try it for myself yet. What do you think?”
Zeydaan asks, curiously. They had brought out two glasses for the pair of them to use, though in her typical fashion, Grey opts to instead drink directly from the jug, as she takes a generous swig of the sweet, fruity concoction. She takes a moment, letting the taste linger on her tongue, before gulping it all down in one go. It certainly wasn’t something that she’d usually have, often enjoying more simple and bitter tasting drinks, such as… well, bitter. But it felt nice to try something different for a change, and the fact that her friend had made it for her made her opinion of the beverage better, too.
“Eh, yeah… this ain’t half bad mate. Does it take long to brew sommert like this?”
“Well… the first time it does, though once you’ve cracked it, and have a recipe recorded, it doesn’t take too long at all.”
Zeydaan explains, a satisfied smile visible upon their face - they had honestly expected that their friend wouldn’t have been overly fond of it, and it meant a lot to them that they were willing to give it a try. Though of course, it might just be because they were absolutely wasted right now, too. Either way, it was nice of her to say.
“Aww, I’m really glad to hear that! Man, what I'd give to have your kinda gall… honestly, the world could use some more Greys I reckon~”
Zeydaan explains, prompting their human friend to chuckle a little, as they wipe a little bit of the punch from their lips.
“Oh, think so ey? Yeah, ‘onestly that’d be well nice. There’s a lotta knobheads ‘ere, and I’ve always had the right ideas, regardin’ ‘ow to go about life. Trust me mate, it’s much easier being like this.”
“Yeah… honestly, I don’t doubt that it is.”
Zeydaan admits with a little wink, before pouring themselves a glass of the punch for themselves. However, without their knowledge… something begins to develop. The DNA of Miss. Ryder has mixed into the drink, from the slight amount of saliva left behind on the rim of the jug. That, crossed with the powerful dimensional magic of Zeydaan, a powerful process begins, unbeknownst to the pair, which would forever alter their lives in the coming days and weeks…
Category Artwork (Digital) / Transformation
Species Human
Gender Non-Binary
Size 3718 x 2230px
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