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Along A New Tune | Anthro Possum TFTG
You had been seeking to pick up a new hobby lately. Your life had gotten stale. You got up every day, worked, came home, rested, repeat. Every now and then there was a weekend that you would squander doing nothing. You needed a change. You needed something new.
So when you were driving around town aimlessly one day and came across a building that you’d never seen before, you immediately decided to pull up to it and see what it was all about.
The exterior was painted a deep purple, with the base of the walls and support being painted black, and there was a sign above the door that read: “Lavender Music Demos”.
You had no idea what exactly that entailed, but you figured it was worth a shot, so you stepped inside. Immediately, your eyes started scanning the interior. Overall, it resembled some sort of hipster, musical-themed café, only without any actual café elements.
“Oh, hello there! Welcome in.” A voice hooted from the center of the room. You turned your head to look at the reception desk, which was manned by an…Anthro-Snowy-Owl?
“Uh…” You sputtered, slowly lifting an index finger up to point at him.
“Yep, I get this a lot.” The owl reached up to his face and pinched a feather with his equally-feather-like-fingers and plucked it out, wincing as he did so. “It’s all me. I assure you.”
You decided not to question it and stepped forward. “So uh…what exactly is this place?” You asked.
The owl cleared his throat and then responded. “Think of it like a karaoke place…but with all types of music instruments. Like guitar, drums, keyboards, the like.”
As the owl spoke, you figured you recognized him from somewhere…
“Uh, don’t you run a weird magic store downtown? TheMiseryMart or whatever?” You asked.
“TheShamefulStore. And yes, I do, but my boss had a brain hemorrhage and decided I should open this too. I had to turn someone into a clone of me so I could run both places.”
The owl then turned and looked directly into a nearby security camera and winked at it as if he was setting up a prequel story for something.
Again, you decided not to question it.
The owl turned back to you and then pulled out a paper list of instruments and slid it towards you along with a pre-clicked pen. Taking both items, you began to glance up and down the list…and soon enough your eyes landed on the Electric Guitar option…you’d never actually played electric guitar in your life…but it couldn’t hurt to try, right?
With that, you marked the option and handed the owl the items back. He looked over it and nodded.
“Alright! Just one moment.” The owl then pushed a few buttons on a nearby keyboard.
“Alright, first door to your left. Enjoy! I’m sure you’ll find this to be a very revitalizing experience!” The owl said, motioning to a door beside the reception desk. For some odd reason, that last part of his sentence resonated with you…
Either way though, you opened the door and were met with a long hallway with several doors…as per the owl’s instructions, you opened the first one on the left.
The inside of the room featured a bright-red electric guitar on a stand, as well as several cushioned seats. The walls were also lined with soundproofing.
Slowly, you approached the guitar, sitting on one of the seats behind it and picking it up. After feeling it around in your hands for a little while, you strummed the strings, and a harsh chord droned out of a speaker in the corner of the room…oddly, it felt like the chord went through you as well. You shifted around in your seat some as the feeling died down, then began to pick a few more notes on the guitar. With each boom from the speaker, it felt like it was sending waves of energy through your whole body… You shivered, but you brushed the feeling off and continued playing.
You weren’t very good, of course, but you kept trying. You knew you could get better at it…but what you didn’t know however, was that your hair was starting to spike up and grow out, changing its color and texture entirely as it shifted into off-white fur. Quickly afterwards, it started to grow all over your face, thick and scruffy. While that was going on, your eyes turned completely black.
You didn’t notice this, of course. Your mind was completely enveloped by the ‘music’ you were playing. Calling it music was a stretch, as it was more just a collection of crappy screeching that could vaguely be considered musical. But yet, you couldn’t take your mind off of it even if you wanted to. You needed to focus on getting better…not the fact that your ears were changing. They were shrinking a little bit while moving up towards the top of your head, but while they shrank in terms of general size, they grew in terms of length, folding upwards a bit.
You still didn’t notice any improvement in what you were playing…but that didn’t deter you. If anything, that only made you more determined to get better. You thought of every emo/punk song you’d ever listened to and began trying to replicate some of the most recognizable riffs from them…and as you did so, your nose’s cartilage began to reshape like playdough into a mushroom-like shape, turning a bright pink to boot. And that wasn’t all. Your face quickly pushed out into a long, thin snout. Compounding it, your teeth grew longer and sharper to match.
As you focused harder on trying to play like the bands you were familiar with…you noticed that the screeches you were creating were sounding less and less like screeches. It was beginning to sound like actual music!
…You still had a ways to go though, so you kept playing.
As you did so, dark grey fur began to sprout all over your back, covering it like a cape. It also crawled over your arms, only stopping at your fingers, which turned the same bright pink as your nose. You kept playing, unaware and undeterred.
With every strum of the strings, more and more fur grew on you. It was now beginning to spread across your belly and under-arms (Though there, it stopped just before your hands) where it took on a brighter grey color.
(“Haha…I’m really getting this…”) You thought. Your guitar-playing was actually starting to sound passable by this point. It could’ve fit in some underground, late-2000s band.
The fur began to grow over your legs by now, and soon reached your feet, which began to shift in structure. Four of your toes turned pink and ballooned into a cylindrical shape, while your remaining ones retracted into your feet. Apparently, they were moving locations completely, as they appeared out of the side of your heels, almost resembling thumbs. Your feet then stretched out as you began to take on a digitigrade stance. All of this was causing some mild discomfort in your lower regions, but you figured you were just getting tired from playing.
Speaking of, you were sounding pretty damn good by now. You were playing full-on chords and verses, and it actually sounded like some kind of good quality. A mischievous, toothy smile spread across your furry face as you stood up, fully losing yourself in the reverie of the music. You laughed viciously and leaned over as you began to focus more energy into playing as hard as you could. You wished you had a guitar pick…you’d have to buy one later.
While you were jamming, a sharp tent began to form in the seat of your pants, and after a few seconds, it ripped open, allowing a long and furless tail to slink out.
You lifted the guitar up, imagining yourself playing for a crowd of thousands, and while you were doing so, the last changes began to set in.
You began to lose a few inches of height, but nothing severely noticeable. Along with that, your figure began to contract, losing some size and muscle mass as it grew more feminine overall. Your pectoral muscles swelled into a pair of breasts, and what was in your pants quickly made itself scarce.
By now though, your clothes hung off you loosely. They didn’t fit you new form unfortunately. Thankfully for you though, they would be changing too. Starting with your shoes, they ceased to exist entirely, leaving you bare-pawed, meanwhile your denim jeans began to smooth out and shrink, changing into a set of leather pants which could now fit you properly. Following that, your shirt shrunk down as well, then the sleeves of which eroded away until the shirt was a tank top. Once it had finished doing that, a dark-pink skull-and-crossbones decal began to print itself on the top, and once that was done, you finally stopped playing. Your transformation was done.
You let out a ‘woo!’ of exhilaration and wiped some sweat from your brow. You looked down at your new body…some part of you, deep within your mind told you that this wasn’t how you looked a few moments ago…and this this wasn’t right…
But fuck that! You looked fucking sick! Who cares if your whole…everything was changed! You loved how you looked now! Hell, you could probably fit right into a band by this point!
…Y’know what? You might really go start a band. It’ll be just the change you need in your life. Not having to answer to any assholish bosses, not having to deal with any incompetent co-workers, just you, your bandmates, and the music.
You snickered like a supervillain as you set the guitar back down (It still wasn’t yours, after all) and sashayed out of the room and back into the lobby. You nodded thankfully at the owl as you passed by him, and he gave you a knowing nod in return.
…Man this was a lot weirder than you gave it credit for, but eh, fuck it. This was your life now. And it rocked.~~~
Holy shit I wrote a fucking TF without shoe destruction. It's a fucking miracle
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