Story by  AxiomTF - Zeydaan/Isabella decides to spend the weekend with Axiom, only to find Ember's very much in the driver's seat.

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Before they can turn tail and get away, Ember grabs Isabella by the arms, pinning them to their sides before pulling them in close to her chest.
“Ember - Axiom, please… f-fuck, my head’s pounding… I don’t know if I can fight this off for much longer, but we need to get ourselves sorted out before it’s too late!”
“Oh… that urgent, is it? I thought you wanted to hang out and leave this shit for a few days? But noooo, you’re soooo desperate to get back to being all prim and proper that you don’t mind ruining our plans to hang out. So, since you wanna be a fuckin’ buzzkill, I’m gonna teach you a lack of manners that you’re missing. You ever noticed how if you hang around someone for so long, their personality can rub off on you? Well, I reckon you’ll really come to see things like I do once I’ve rubbed up and down on you for a while.”
Ember taunts, flashing her sharp fangs at the helpless dragon with a grin, before she slams their body against the wall - a framed vinyl album getting knocked off its shelf from the impact. She leans in, pressing her body weight against Isabella whilst chuckling to herself.
”Now then… I think it’s best if you just shut it, relax, and let this happen.”
The raptor informs Isabella with a mischievous inflection clear in her voice, as they take a long drag of their cigarette before flicking it onto the floor carelessly. Isabella’s eyes track the used butt for a moment as it sails through the air, and as soon as their gaze returns to the raptor, they’re met by a thick cloud of smoke. Ember exhales through her mouth, pursing her lips to direct the smoke squarely at her captive’s face. Isabella coughs and splutters, unable to fan the acrid gas away as they’re left breathing it in… though after a moment, their mind starts to get woozy… everything seems to fade away as they start to relax.
Their fur darkens considerably, its saturation draining away as if the grey cloud of smoke enveloping their body was slowly seeping into their skin, tainting them with Ember’s very spirit. As if being summoned from their revamped suitcase, a thick, black leather jacket wraps around their torso - perfectly fitted to their form as it’s embroidered with an army of metallic studs and spikes. A collar flares out from it, with a trans flag and anarchy symbol pins pressed into it. Ember brushes a talon against their cheek, prompting the fur there to almost singe upon contact as the discolouration becomes more prominent there. This new fur spreads out, like ooze seeping into every nook and cranny on their face as it slowly spreads to the back of their head...
Isabella takes deep breaths, looking down at their rapidly changing body whilst feeling paralysed, unable to fight against Ember’s sheer strength. Their breasts inflate slowly, getting larger whilst a worn tan crop top reaches around her bosom to conceal it. An assortment of studded black belts and bands wrap around their body, some fastening tight whilst others hang down loose.
Clear stockings creep their way up their legs slowly, flattening their fur down whilst a few tears and laddering rips form. Isabella feels a new pressure around both of their feet, as they take a glance down to see a pair of tall leather boots have spawned. Both are laced with blue strings, with the left boot extending up past their knee with more belts and buckles than can count. The right boot stops around their knee, the large platform above their sole wrapped in a reflective metal that gleans and shimmers under light. Upon lifting their feet up, the weight of these boots can really be felt - they sure weren’t cut out to be running in, that’s for sure.
Isabella’s earlobes are stretched out from the inside before a small padlock is clicked shut around the hole which had formed there. Yet more stainless steel piercings penetrate their flesh, as they appear around their draconic ears, horns, belly, and brow, causing them to wince a little. They feel their anger flare up again, as they try and shove off their captor, knowing that it wouldn’t be much longer until they completely succumb to the curse. They press their palms against Ember’s stomach and push, gritting their teeth and scrunching their eyes as they groan… though it’s a futile effort. Even with all of the newfound aggression that’d been bubbling up from inside, they couldn’t even make Ember’s body budge an inch; Isabella wonders if trying to topple a brick wall would prove to be an easier feat than getting the raptor off of her… no, them… right?
Isabella’s mind is assaulted by intrusive new thoughts. They find themselves contemplating the essence of punk philosophy, questioning authority, and challenging the status quo. Their mind becomes a canvas splattered with rebellious ideas… urging them to question everything and disrupt the established order. They begin envisioning protests, street demonstrations, and underground shows, such thoughts surging like a tidal wave flooding their mind with a fervent desire to fuck shit up and have a good time. Their gender identity seems to shift too, as they struggle to recall what they wished to be… or what they were before all of this… though they were sure that they’d figure that out in due time.
Their very genetic makeup is altered, as their features shift and crack whilst they go from being a dragon to a hyena. Darker spots form all over their changing body, as their fangs sharpen and their snout shortens ever so slightly. It spreads all over, coating their form as Isabella’s already rocky relationship with authority and governance is kicked into overdrive. Any form of government seemed nigh tyrannical to them as this stage, as a loose, reddish-brown beanie wraps itself around their noggin - as if it were some kind of container, keeping all of their aggression and will at bay within their mind so it didn’t explode out into the physical world.
Their hair is dyed to a jet black colour, as all of the follicles grow out longer and smoother, whilst hair product is magically applied to make it stand up and out. Their teeth yellow slightly as Isabella’s develops a prominent underbite - a few of their sharpened teeth now sticking out of their mouth for the whole world to see.
The mere notion of going back to Mailor to get themselves ‘fixed’ seems completely ludicrous to them… this was how they were always meant to be in their mind, and they were gonna make damn sure that no one was going to mess with that.
“You okay there mate? I can’t tell if that look you’re giving me means you wanna lamp me one, or wanna give me a snog.”
Isabella stares back at Ember blankly for a while, their mind processing what had just occurred to them as if struggling to comprehend it all. A melting pot of emotion stirs within their head - anger, confusion, desire, aggression… this concoction brews for a few seconds, until they let go, and lean forward to plant a kiss upon Ember’s lips. Isabella’s old inhibitions vanish, as their arms reach up and wrap around their friend’s wide shoulders, as they in turn loosen their firm grip on Isabella. The tender moment lingers for a few seconds, until their lips part at last. The old Isabella faded away for the time being, replaced with their new persona - Skav.
“Mmm… I’ve had better. We’ll have plenty of time to work on those kissing skills of yours, don’t you worry. I think you’ll enjoy living with me - you need a long break from livin’ with those pompous Mailor bellends. I just hope you ain’t a vegan… not too sure if someone with that lifestyle would find themselves staying comfortable around me.”
Ember snaps her jaws closed, biting the air to accentuate her point before she releases Skav from her powerful grip. They collect themselves for a moment, before a grin slowly spreads across Skav’s face. The pair look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds, before Ember chuckles and wraps her arm around her newfound partner’s shoulders.
“C’mon, let’s head upstairs - got a few things I wanna show you…”

The light of a new morning’s sunrise breaks through the slit in between the closed curtains of Ember’s bedroom, as two beings stir upon the mattress. Skav’s arm wraps around her reptilian girlfriend, her snoring breaking the silence of the room at regular intervals. Meanwhile, Ember’s amber eyes had been open for a little while now, gazing upon the sight beside her. Almost none of the previous night had been memorised for her - the whole thing felt foggy, though whatever had happened, it was abundantly clear that she’d lost herself to her punk persona, and transformed her friend in the process.
“H-Hey… Izy? You okay there?”
She asks, prodding her shoulder firmly. Skav’s snoring ceases, as they crack one eye open, and then the other a second later before giving a playful smirk. The smell of nicotine hangs in the air around them, particles of dust floating around made visible in the cracks of sunlight coming into the bedroom.
“Who the fuck’s that? Someone I don’t know about? Heh heh~”
She replies, her voice sounding gravely and croaky as she sits bolt upright and reaches over to grab an opened pack of cigarettes. She takes one out, placing it in between her lips before pulling another and holding it out towards Ember, offering her to take it.

“Uh… thanks, but isn’t it kinda early for that?”
“Heh, says you? Mate you smoke like a damn chimney twenty-four seven… or are you giving them up or something?”
Skav jokes, as Ember looks down once more before taking the cigarette from her. The pair light up, before reclining back onto the worn, creaky bed. It’s clear to Ember that their friend’s mind and body have been badly affected by the curse, to the point where it seemed as if there was very little left of the old them still in there, if anything at all. And whilst Ember wanted to focus on fixing the situation, now her head was more clear, her girlfriend’s attitude was doing a decent job of helping her get back into that mindset once again.
“So… what do you wanna do today? We’ve both still got time to kill, and I don’t wanna just hang around here for the rest of the week.”
“Not like you that - unsure about what to do. We’ve got tons of things! Could head out and do some clubbing, find some fashies to fuck up, maybe stick some of our ‘artwork’ up around the city centre.”
Skav suggests, tapping her lit cigarette over an ashtray as Ember thinks to herself. She does recall something about the pair wanting to… watch movies together? Or was it listening to music… though to be honest, either one of those possibilities seemed far too stale to the raptor at this present time. Ember ponders her options as she slips into her persona fully once again; she leans over to the hyena they’d grown so fond of over the past twenty-four hours, having an idea.
“Well.. we got a full day ahead of us you know… why not all three? Could even throw in some skating too - I got a brand new board the other day that I’ve been itching to try out…”