Commission 2 of 2 for :shadowfox014: of his special friend becoming his fursona in feral version, Story here:

The taste will grow on you.

“From your Beaver, enjoy it as much I did as well” say the message on the box that Stamp received in the mail that morning. Inside the box there were three green bottles that have a Yellow and black “fish” label on it, was interesting that the mail manage to delivery something like that from USA in special because it was a oddly looking liquid and things like that don’t pass custom very well.

He picked one of the potions and starting to read the label, between the ingredients from the potion was marked some weird herbs that he never heard about, some of them have quite weird, even “pun” like names related to water animals that make him doubt it they even really existed. He get curious that the main ingredient from the potions where fish Oil and Omega 3 Acids, he open the bottle expecting gas to pop it, but so far nothing happened, instead what comes from the bottle was a bad aroma that remember him at a seaport. He sniff it gently and take a sip, immediately starting to feel ill, -“Gah?! What is this! It tastes awful!” Stamp started to feel his face getting all green, wondering why Travis would send a gift like that for him, he rubs his head taking a seat felling all itchy, rubbing his head softly as the world keep circling around it.

When he take another sip, surprised for his action he cringe and spit some of it, what he was thinking that caused him to take another sip was out of his head, all around him things started to circle in vertigo, he tried to walk some steps in direction to the bathroom, but he tripped when his shoes step over his pants, causing him to lost the balance and fall over his rear, his face was starting to feel funny, the felling you get when a cold air hit it causing your mouth to feel null or frozen. The taste of the potion was on his mouth and he need to wash it out; he need to go to the bathroom and clean his tongue, clear his mind from that awful flavor.

For his surprise, his hand still grip at the bottle with stubbornness even if his head wanted to left it off, he rub between his eyes, licking his lips and playing with what seems for him bigger canines whenever, again, without reason pull the bottle to his mouth, -“BLEARGH! Why I did that?!”- He cringe even more, causing his neck and back to crack and what seems to enlarge, he swear he cringed so much this time that even his toes rip toward his shoes, he swear he feel something longer coming from his back, slapping the ground as he cringes. His clothes were starting to feel way more baggy, but there were something different related to the bottle that make him hold his breath and put his hand over his chest, felling the heart pumping. The “green” nauseas felling starting to feel like mint, like a fresh blast of wind, or even like if were Water from an iceberg, he hold his breath when, this time conscious take another sips from it.

He cringes a bit, still felling a bit of nausea, but he was right, the potion tasted more like a fresh water, wonderful soda, refreshing tonic. The taste to old smelly fish changes to a fresh natural one, he blush and rubs his clothes against his skin, felling warm, hot and fuzzy, his heart pumping more and more, his clothes were starting to feel more and more baggy. He blush as he feel that felling, his body was starting to shrink, his brown hair was starting to take a burned orange tone, it was a sensation he never thought of felt.

He took another sip, the nauseas this time was almost meaningless, but the wonderful taste of the water, the fish and pure river was stronger and caused him blush. He slowly wiggle his toes, and look as his finger, they were starting to look bigger, beastly. He crack his finger as the potion was looking too big for him to hold , his nail enlarge and looked like claws as web grew between his paws, he push the bottle close him an licked softly the tonic inside, this time it feel like a splash from a cold river, causing him to drop the bottle and his content on the carpet, he lose all the balance as the clothes were way too big for him, slowly crawling outside the clothes a otter picked and grip tightly at the tonic bottle on the floor, blushing and happy, he smiled and thought on his beaver, that probably pass for a similar procedure, he look at the box, still with two more tonic inside, wondering how he will use them.

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Had quite the fun working on this drawing, Thought i get a bit... idealess for the background on both pictures. I'm glad you like it and thanks you very much for commission me!