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The Hedge Knight (4/6)
🕑 Added 2018-06-24 18:00:17 +0000 UTC This is a bit of an old piece I drew and wrote some time ago. I figured it was time to have it out here since it's been a while.Previously --- https://www.patreon.com/posts/hedge-knight-3-6-19646299
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When Gerald began to notice something was wrong with the transformation he opened his eyes to be greeted in by the beak that had just grown before his mouth. He looked at his surroundings seeing that he hadn’t shrank in the slightest, but had also seemed to have been attracting the attention of those around him.
“What…” He asked slowly trailing off as he felt the changes still going on. With a pressure getting worse on his back. Like a bent arm trapped and wanting release which was slowly starting to tear apart the fabric of his tunic. And then there was a pulling sensation down on his crotch that forced his legs apart, tearing his pants by the seams and letting what was left of his chest plate fall off from the surprise. The insides down there switched and shuffled like a bag of marbles.
Inadvertently, he reached over to hold the chest plate that had already slipped off, but instead his hand found something soft through the linen that just begged to be squeezed. He felt a sense of pleasure and tenderness that remotely compared to anything he’d felt within the local brothel.
“Eeek!” Escaped Gerald’s lips as in a feminine squeak, almost like the squawk of a bird as he looked down at his hand. Seeing the scaled limbs that resembled a bird’s talons with talons tipping his fingers but that just invited him to look for even more.
His shoes had long since exploded, leaving no trace at all but instead letting him get a good view at his fur covered feet which now resembled the feet of a cat, or rather a lion. And that was just aided by the sight of his tail swishing around scared.
The feeling on his back began to grow more and more compressed until eventually the linen shirt snapped just in time for his or rather her ears to pick up on the sound of a cry of victory from among the townsfolk.
