The opaque bottle had a blank label on it, so Truttle shrugged and drank it down. The taste was extremely bitter and sharp. It tasted like nothing he could describe.

Soon, he felt like he was choking. His throat locked up, frozen in place. Soon his body followed suit; completely paralyzed head to toe. He couldn't move a muscle and couldn't breathe. He strained his eyes to look down at the bottle; the culprit of his predicament.

On the blank label, a picture of a scorpion materialized. Suddenly, Truttle found his body convulsing and surging, his skin hardening and thickening around him. The feeling - not quite pain, but not a pleasant one - was nearly unbearable. In spite of his best efforts, he couldn't stop his eyes from clamping shut. Every part of his body felt hardened and compacted, as if encased in a thick, impenetrable plastic. From his back, he felt four points shoot out, driving brand new impulses to his brain, which seemed to already be adapting to the idea and feelings. He felt his fingers fusing, his feet changing, and... well, he felt something between his legs receding into the thick new casing, then disappearing into something else.

He nearly doubled backward in spite of being unable to move of his own accord as a HUGE sensation sprang out from behind him, pulling out and slamming to a halt, tucking itself firmly into place and once again, filling his brain with new sensations and new understanding of how those sensations are controlled.

All at once, everything stopped, dropping Truttle to her knees. After a long moment, she opened her eyes and was surprised that her version had been altered. Adjusting to the new vision, she looked down at her hands, which seemed to have fused into tiny pincers.

Remembering the most important part of what had happened, she called upon her brain's newly understood instructions, and feeling her new, prehensile tail, she looped it in front of her and looked at it. It was real. Shiny and black, its sharp tip promised a deadly surprise for anyone who would try to harm her.

She looked down at the bottle. On the label, above the picture of the scorpion, words appeared.

"This poison is now your venom.
Dark as the night, passionate as a kiss,
and deadly as a lightning bolt.
You are now a scorpion goddess."

She understood that it was true. She had a choice. She could make her venom an aphrodisiac capable of filling a partner with joy, or a deadly toxin, able to kill in seconds. She was the scorpion goddess now.

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I'm going to grant out of the gate that this is by no means intended as a one-to-one scorpion anatomy. In particular, the face was designed as more of an insectoid one since scorpions don't have a particularly noticeable face. I think the way I did it probably looks a million times better when placed on an anthro, wouldn't you say? =)

For the past few months, I've really been practicing on unique and visually pleasing female anatomy. One person I've learned a lot from is Chaoscroc, at DA. His artwork is astounding and has been a big inspiration for me. In particular, I got the idea to make the feet pseudo high heels from some of his various robot TFs. Granted, this wasn't a 100% logical choice, but damned if I wasn't pleased with it.

Anyway, if you happen to see this, Chaos, thank you. Your work has been a constant source of inspiration to me and I've learned a lot about posing and anatomy from it. I hope I'm able to do you proud!

For those that haven't yet, give his page a watch! He is fantastic and very much worth your time. =)

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So, that's it for Transform Me!, right?

NOPE!

Due to the EXTREMELY high demand, I am going to REOPEN Transform Me! slots! Check out my newest journal for details, and act FAST, because slots disappear EXTREMELY quickly!

Anyway, thanks so much, everyone. All of your love and support has made ALL of this extremely worthwhile. Whether it be Transform Me!, my comics, my Pokeumans stories, or just random silliness that I do... Every last one of you make me love doing what I do. Thank you all.