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Prince Of The Swamp | Anthro Mosquito TF
A/N: This is a psuedo-sequel to this TF: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/58072181/
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A humanoid bat…such a thought seemed like a completely baseless conspiracy theory at first, a cryptid made up by some rambling lunatic high off the Devil’s Lettuce.
But for Marcel…It was much more than that. It was a calling…an awakening…a reincarnation.
Up until hearing about that bat, Marcel was just an average person living in a rural town in Louisiana. But the very moment he heard about that old fool Florin returning…all of his old memories came flooding back to him, memories of his past life as the Vampiric Prince Of The Bayous, Marcel DePoint. As soon as he relearned his true name, his old, useless human one was instantly forgotten. Dust in the wind.
And now here Marcel was, leisurely strolling through his old domain. It was a seemingly nondescript swamp, but to Marcel it held so much more than anyone else would ever know. He recalled the old times where he and his following would lure out foolish men looking for places to start those ridiculous plantations, then feast on them in the awe-inspiring light of the moon. Marcel chuckled as he stepped through the bayou…those moments would return soon enough!
But his thoughts were quickly interrupted when he stepped into a thick puddle of mud. Marcel winced and groaned as he fought to pull his foot back out of it. As he did so, his thoughts would be sidetracked yet again, this time to the night of his eventual death, where a score of vampire hunters eradicated his commune, then tied him to a stake, where he was sunk into a pond that was previously blessed with holy water. He subsequently drowned, all the while feeling as if his body were evaporating at the same time. And as Marcel finally got himself unstuck from the mud; another morbid thought crossed his mind:
(“I bet if I looked hard enough, I could find my corpse somewhere around here.”) Marcel then had another idea.
(“I wonder if I could turn my corpse into a scarecrow of sorts…not only would it demoralize any attempts to attack my commune, but it would also show how I triumphed over their pitiful attempts to kill me!”) Ah such style…Florin could never.
…He ought to see how that old bat was doing after this. Maybe they could have a good fight again, just like old times.
After a while longer of walking, Marcel finally came across it…and a wide smile spread across his face upon the sight of the entranceway to his commune. He eagerly ran inside of its crumbled walls, his steps bouncing with childish giddiness…sure, the inside of the walled-off area may have been completely barren thanks to those worthless humans, but oh the memories this place held…
Marcel remembered diligently surveying the lands around from the willows dotted throughout the commune and all around the outside walls…and he would retreat into his cocoon at the sight of the sun, sleeping peacefully inside its tough-as-steel-confines…then the rituals of the night would engage…oh the nights of passing the heart of a state senator, each creature of the night taking a good drink out of it before passing it to the next.
Oh how Marcel couldn’t wait for those nights again…
He figured now was finally time. That was enough reminiscing, now was the time to be reborn, to look forward to a new, darker future.
Marcel stepped into the center of the commune, where the full moon shone its tantalizing beams the brightest. Marcel then looked right up at it, making sure to get down on one knee and show it the proper respect it deserves.
“Oh great moon…cast your many eyes my way, I beg of you. It is I, Marcel DePointe, your humble servant of many centuries past…I ask for your good graces once again, please restore my previous form so that I may once again live life in your name.” Marcel asked. He knew he probably didn’t even need to, but he figured it would be nice to be polite.
And right after, almost on cue, Marcel felt a pulse of energy swim throughout his body, causing him to tense up as he felt his blood begin to heat up…the sign of his magic returning.
“Hrrgh-! Yes-! Thank you! I will not disappoint!” Marcel cried out, for his return to himself had begun.
It started with his head, his human hair began to deteriorate, becoming wispy and brittle before falling out entirely, catching sparks as it fell through the air and dematerialized. Following that, Marcel’s ears began to burn as the cartilage decayed, and finally the burning went away entirely as the outer, humanoid parts of Marcel’s ears were eaten away by an invisible force, leaving only the important parts on the inside. And right afterwards, two long, thin antennae began to sprout right out of his head like obelisks. They flicked a bit as they reached full height, seemingly relishing the feeling of being fully formed again.
Next up, Marcel’s rubbery human skin began to itch horribly, but Marcel tried his best to avoid scratching, as he felt as if that would interfere with the changes in some way…yet not doing so was getting harder and harder by the second. Marcel ended up falling on both of his knees, clutching his arms tightly as he shook involuntarily.
But thankfully it wouldn’t last much longer, as Marcel’s skin lost its moisture and shifted to a dark, malevolent green, the skin cells began to coagulate into each other, soon forming into rough, hard plates of chitin which quickly overtook all of Marcel’s skin.
Now that the itching had finally stopped, Marcel breathed a sigh of relief and rose to his feet, giving him just enough time to react to the next change.
The chitin had covered all of Marcel’s body…all except for his nose, which was beginning to tingle and twitch. Marcel’s smile grew out once again as he realized what was coming next.
His nose began to stretch to what a normal person would consider a grotesque length. One could’ve been reminded of Pinocchio after multiple lies. The edge of the nose became deathly sharp, and the nostrils merged into one before shrinking down into one small hole to drink blood through. Once that was done, the chitin that covered the rest of Marcel’s body finally made to cover his returning proboscis as well.
Marcel chuckled devilishly as he slowly traced the proboscis with his hands.
“Keheheh…Missed this thing, oh how I can’t wait to feed again.” Marcel mused as he continued fiddling with his proboscis. And as he did so, he noticed some more changes beginning, this time to his hands.
Marcel watched as his fingers locked into place next to each other. Following that, they seemingly began to melt, sludging into one another as the chitin liquified and congealed, forming into two large, claw-like fingers. Marcel internally remarked at the fact that that whole sequence of events didn’t hurt at all. From an outside perspective, it looked like it would’ve hurt more than anything in the world. As Marcel pondered that thought, his thumbs grew a little bit, just to be more proportionate and sharp to match his fingers.
But that wouldn’t be the end of it. Far from it. Marcel let out another laugh as he felt something beginning to push against the skin of his armpits.
“RAH HAH HAH HAH! This feels amazing!” Marcel called to the sky, feeling utterly euphoric at the feeling of reclaiming his old form.
Before long, the two new limbs would begin pushing to freedom, ripping through the cloth of Marcel’s shirt and overcoat as the growing chitin and bone formed into another set of arms, exactly the same as his other pair. And once they were done growing, plumes of spike-like hairs grew out from all four of Marcel’s elbows, ripping up the cloth of his top clothing even more.
Marcel let out another grunt as his changing body twitched. Two different parts of his body were beginning to burn now, namely his feet and backside.
Marcel’s toes went through similar changes to his fingers, melding into one another until they had become two wicked-sharp claws. The bones in his feet then began to break apart and reshape. This time, it actually hurt, and Marcel let out a breathless gasp of pain as he fell over onto his belly.
He continued to groan and cry out in pain as the bones in his feet and legs moved around, slowly snapping into place as they took on a digitigrade stance. Right afterwards, as Marcel was starting to relax after the pain of all that, his claws began to grow, lengthening and widening in order to support the rest of his body, which was also starting to grow by now.
Marcel clenched his teeth as he felt his socks be shredded apart, subsequently grunting at the feeling of his claws pushing against all sides of his shoes. What didn’t help was his growing muscle, which made the slack in his shirt and pants all but disappear. It wouldn’t be long before his sleeves would start to rip, quickly being shredded up to his elbows all the while the fabric on Marcel’s pants began to peel away as well as his legs continued to grow.
And as if this wasn’t all overstimulating enough, another pushing sensation started up where the burning on Marcel’s backside was. The reason for this was a growing tail-like abdomen. It swelled out of Marcel’s tailbone, pushing against his pants and rapidly splitting the threads as it continued growing. Marcel under normal circumstances would’ve enjoyed this highly, but when his body was being constricted by all of these clothes he was rapidly-outgrowing…one could say he had more pressing matters to face.
His shoes continued to quiver and creak as their limit approached, and Marcel’s shirt and pants lost more and more fabric, and speaking of his pants…the abdomen finally reached its maximum length, snapping Marcel’s belt and waistband, and the remaining parts that clung to his legs were shredded apart. As if on cue, his shoes exploded into bits shortly after, allowing his lower half to breath finally.
And Marcel’s shirt would tear shortly after when his broadening chest finally split through the fabric. Marcel groaned and sat back up, allowing the torn clothing to slide right off of him. Goodness was he glad Mosquitos didn’t have any visible genitals…
But enough of that, Marcel finally had a chance to examine himself. And he once again smiled. His scrawny human physique had been abandoned in favor of his true body’s anomalous muscle.
…But it still wasn’t complete. Not yet.
Marcel got to his knees, chuckling a bit as he got re-used to his build.
“Finally…” Marcel murmured as he rose to his feet. And he spread his arms wide as finally his wings exploded out of his back. A set of four wings, thin as paper yet strong as iron.
“I HAVE RETURNED!” Marcel bellowed, chuckling like a madman to the dark swamp. Once he finished laughing, he slowly lowered his arms and looked down at his body once again.
“…And I am naked. Wonderful.” He huffed. He’d have to go on some sort of clothing trip to that town his human self lived at…perhaps he could even recruit some new followers and kill two bird with one stone!~
But he needed to focus on getting dressed for now, he couldn’t fight with Florin again without proper attire. But then another thought struck him:
Where the hell would he find clothes that fit him?
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Eh, discuss me but wanted you to know that the straight line that puts at the end of the story because it does not let translate it
I read these stories in Spanish and i only need the Chrome translator to be able to read them, but that line that you place in the end does not let me translate your story.
It is not really great impediment, but it's slow to translate history in parts manually in the Google translator for phones
I'm sorry if my comment is offensive, I like this type of stories, but I like to read them more comfortable
I read these stories in Spanish and i only need the Chrome translator to be able to read them, but that line that you place in the end does not let me translate your story.
It is not really great impediment, but it's slow to translate history in parts manually in the Google translator for phones
I'm sorry if my comment is offensive, I like this type of stories, but I like to read them more comfortable
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