I lose control over my balance, stumbling onto a rock holding on for dear life saying “W-wait, please.. I-I don’t think-” I grip my claws into the rock, trying to hold myself up, as I do that, I begin to feel the strain on my trousers. I tried to lift a claw from the stone that holds me up. Before I could even reach this bulge, I feel the tip of it poke through my trousers. A long, slender tail growing from the base of my spine. It made its way out of my trousers and into the air, soon touching the ground, wagging about behind me in a gentle fashion. It stopped growing after reaching the three foot mark, crimson spikes starting to grow up and down my spine, smaller towards the tip and larger as they travelled up. To finish off the growth of the tail, a trio of spines grew from the tip, each arched like the scythe Zerat wields. I can feel Zerat probe at my mind, pushing his way into my thoughts “don’t lie to me, human. I know you want this, I can read your soul!”#

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