I was trying to write a the next chapter of snake cuddles, but I just couldn't handle the amount of plot needed. So I made a plotless self-indulging vore/tf story. Enjoy!





Alma the lemur was walking through a nice forest path one night. It was late, and the darkness told most creatures to go to sleep for the night, making the forest peacefully quiet. The bright moon in the sky provided Alma with enough light to see by, so she wasn’t afraid of tripping.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the forest, one creature had decided to stay up late looking for food that night. A black yoshi was wandering around looking for any other creatures that might be awake at this hour.

Fortunately for the yoshi, its wish would soon be granted, as by following the forest path, Alma unknowingly was headed straight for the yoshi’s location. Soon enough, the yoshi heard footsteps nearby, and it quietly hid itself in a nearby bush.

As Alma walked by, the yoshi took its chance, extending its tongue towards the unsuspecting lemur, and in less than a second, wrapped around Alma 3 times, pinning her arms to her sides and tying her legs together.

Alma yelped in surprise and struggled against the unknown thing that had wrapped around her, but to no effect. She was quickly pulled into the yoshi’s mouth, and before she knew it, she was in its stomach.

The yoshi sat back and sighed with contentment, rubbing its greatly bulging belly and much enjoying the feeling of fullness its meal gave it. It laughed as the struggles its prey gave tickled it from the inside.

Alma was fairly scared inside the yoshi’s belly. She had heard stories of people being eaten by monsters and surviving, but that knowledge did little to calm her as she struggled and shouted and pleaded with the yoshi to let her out. Unfortunately, it was late at night, and she was already tired from being awake for so long. Her struggles didn’t last long as she tired herself out.

Alma was left curled up inside the warm, tight belly. Soon, her tired eyes closed, and she fell asleep. The yoshi, noticing that its prey’s struggles had ceased, decided that it was time for it to go to sleep as well.

While the predator and its prey slept, the yoshi’s body went to work on Alma. The strange biology of the yoshi molded Alma’s body like clay, taking some of her mass and adding it to the yoshi. That which remained was shifted and changed as the yoshi’s body reprogrammed its prey’s, changing everything; her body structure, her internal organs, even her mind wasn’t left completely untouched...

When Alma awoke, she was confused about why she couldn’t see anything before she remembered the events of last night. Was she still inside the yoshi? Regardless, it seemed she was safe. She tried struggling, but found that she couldn’t move at all. She tried pushing against the walls around her, but her arms felt weak, and she failed to budge it.

As she felt her surroundings, it seemed that she wasn’t in the yoshi’s belly anymore; she was in something else. And she felt... different. She couldn’t see or move to figure out why, but there was just something that felt... wrong, yet somehow, right.

Soon, the yoshi awoke. It was considerably bigger now, having absorbed most of the mass from its prey. It’s belly’s bulge was smaller now, but it was still quite noticeable. The yoshi could feel that its body had completed its work on its prey. It willed its body to push the contents of its stomach out of its body.

The bulge in the yoshi’s belly began to move downwards, and soon enough, a black and blue spotted egg emerged from the yoshi.

Alma suddenly felt quite cold, and an odd feeling came over her, telling her to escape, to get out. She tried again to bread out of her prison, pushing with all her might, until she heard a small cracking sound. She stopped and rested for a moment, then pushed again, and heard another crack. She tried one more time and...

Suddenly, the egg cracked open, and from it emerged a small, blue yoshi, looking around in confusion. Alma looked around, seeing giant plants and trees all around her. Why was everything so big? For some reason, though, it seemed natural to her that everything was big.

She looked down at her hands, and saw strange, blue, furless skin, and an odd hand with 4 fingers. Upon realizing it was her hand, she hastily looked over the rest of her body, double and triple checking before coming to a conclusion: She was a yoshi now.

She heard a strange chuckle from above her, and turned around to see what appeared to be a giant black yoshi. She thought about turning and running away, but for some reason, the sight of the giant yoshi made her feel safe, and she didn’t want to leave. She was left standing still, conflicted about what to do.

The black yoshi smiled at its new child, reaching down to pick her up, knowing that her new instincts would stop her from resisting. As Alma was brought face-to-face with the yoshi, she thought that it would eat her again, but somehow, she knew it wouldn’t. Instead, she felt happy, seeing its face.

The yoshi hugged Alma to its chest, which Alma’s instincts made her enjoy, before setting her down and curling around her like a dog would its pups, encircling her completely by using its tail.

Alma was confused, but as her instincts kept telling her to feel safe and happy, she eventually gave in and snuggled up next to her new parent. She wasn’t sure how she felt about these strange new instincts, but she decided that as long as they made her feel safe, comfy and happy, they couldn’t be that bad.





And that's that. Short little epilogue thing, the transformation will wear off eventually and the yoshi will let her go in like, a week or two, so yeah, Alma won't be permanently stuck as a yoshi. I don't really like fetish stories with permanent consequences for the characters, especially if they don't deserve it. Even if they do deserve it, I'd still be against anything extreme like this. So yeah, I won't write anything like that.

I hope you all enjoyed, and as always, comments, questions, and criticisms are encouraged!