The lantern’s light is hypnotizing as you peer closer at it. You can’t be brought to care about the shadows dancing across your hands, nor when they darken more than they should. It’s so warm and bright compared to the cold halls. You don’t notice when the shadows shifts to soft black fur, nor when your shorts seem to melt and grow into covering. Why should you care when you’re warm, even comfortable now? How should you care as your face becomes a muzzle and your fingers into paws. How can you care, when it’s already too late to go back…?
Category All / Transformation
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 370 x 320px
Listed in Folders
What a little goober! Absolutely adorable!!
For temptation over took you… and now… you suffer a fate worse than death…
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