Witchcraft

Braixen TF Solo

"Wow, this book must be at least a thousand years old!" Emily said in excitement, eager to begin the conjuration ritual.

Closing the stone door behind her, she carefully opened the fragile cover of the mysterious book, keeping her staff close in her left hand. The pages were a pale yellow color; the edges torn and ripped from centuries of being forgotten. They had the strength of frail tissue paper, as it ran smoothly between her fingers. Cautiously, Emily flipped through the first set of pages filled with lore she was already well familiar with: practicing magic wisely, knowing when enough is enough, and the history of it.

However, when she arrived at the casting section of the book, a strange symbol on the first part of the spell caught her attention. It was a flame with a reddish-purple coloring that seemed to swirl all over the page. In most new books, there was basic a picture or symbol representing what the spell would do, but she had never seen anything this complex before. The textures were so deep and detailed. There were star-like twinkles dotting in various spots in the flame, and a greenish smoke arising from the fire. Emily wasn't sure what the spell would do, but she had gone through too much to not try it.

"Alright, let's do this." She said, flipping the page and readying her staff.

"Fire to the caster, awaken inside. Reveal your true form, in body and mind."

As she said the words, her staff began to become unusually warm. Normally, when she would cast a series of spells, her staff would normally become warm due to the large amount of magic flowing through it. However, it never got warm from casting one spell. Looking down at the staff, Emily was shocked to see that the black lines that ran up her staff were beginning to turn a brilliant orange as the staff continued to heat up. Never before has something this extraordinary happened in her pursuit of magical perfection.

"W-what is this? This isn't right!" Emily shouted in confusion and fear.

Suddenly, a blast of energy ran through her staff; bright, hot orange beams shot from the lines on the staff and blasted outwards in every direction. The energy blast seeped directly into Emily's body, her blood vessels turning orange as the energy pumped into her. Screaming in pain, Emily tried to let go of the staff but the pain from the energy inside of her made it impossible to move her hands. The orange in the staff slowly began to fade away as Emily's body absorbed the energy. The throbbing pain in her arms and chest was starting to become too much for her, as she mustered all the strength she could and slowly began to unclench the staff from her hands.

By the time it was loose enough for it to fall to the floor, it was too late. Her body had absorbed all the energy in the staff. Collapsing onto her knees, she breathed heavily as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. She had never experienced a backfire from a spell in this caliber before, nor did she know what to do about it. Her forehead and hands was drenched in sweat; the energy within her increasing her body temperature. Emily felt the energy swirling throughout her body, making her feel light headed and dizzy.

"There has to be some sort of mistake. This shouldn't happen!" Emily said softly, regretting casting the spell.

Before she could even summon another thought, she began to feel the energy pulsate into her head. Breathing faster, Emily started to feel a strange tingling sensation on her face. Pressing a hand against her cheek, her now orange eyes widened in shock as she felt what seemed like fur growing on her face.

Though she cannot see it, Emily certainly felt the plush white fur beginning to grow on her face. As it continued to permanently conceal her skin, Emily felt her nose and mouth changing. Her nose pulled forward along with her mouth turning them into a small muzzle. Emily's nose shrank and turned orange; her scent of smell suddenly heightened. Her teeth sharpened and became small fangs as her jaw widened into a more fox-like shape. Yellow fur grew between Emily's eyes and ran down up to her nose.

With her mouth changing, the complexion of her entire face changed. Emily's eyes moved farther apart from each other, her pupils becoming long and narrow in the process. Emily's ears dawned yellow fur as they grew long and pointy while moving to the top of her head. Long tufts of orange fur grew from the insides of Emily's new ears. Emily's hair shortened and turned into yellow fur matching the color of her ears. Finally, long patches of white fur grew out of the sides of Emily's skull, as her skull snapped into some final changes.

"This can't be happening! The summoner isn't supposed to be a host!" Emily said, noticing her voice was slightly higher pitched.

Emily thought back to the spell for a moment. 'Fire to the caster, awaken inside...’ The spell was a trap! She was becoming a creature of some sort with no hope of reversal.

Emily's neck narrowed as short white fur covered her skin. Emily felt a tearing sound coming from her shirt. Looking down, she saw that long white fur was popping out of her shirt, forcing it to tear off and fall to the floor. Her upper body frame narrowed as the fur continued to grow. Her breasts shrank into her body as the long white fur took their place. The fur that grew on Emily's shoulder crested over her narrowing, changing arms.

Emily helplessly held out her arms as white fur began to coat her skin. Her bone and muscle mass significantly shrank as the fur continued to form out of her skin. By the time it reached her wrists and onto her hands, Emily cringed in pain as her hands began to painfully contort to the magic changing her body. The bones in her thumbs, index, and middle fingers began to seemingly squeeze into one another, contracting them and making them a quarter of the size they formerly were while her pinky and ring finger simply shrank to the point of non existence; the bones that once made them fusing into her shrinking hands. The skin on Emily's three remaining fingers became thicker as they separated slightly from one another. Small claws formed out of her nails as paw pads grew out of her palms.

"I... I can't believe this is happening..." Emily said, tears starting to form in her eyes.

Short, yellow fur began to grow on the rest of her torso; her body frame continuing to shrink, taking a large amount of height off of her. Her hips expanded slightly as the yellow fur curved outwards above her skirt, forcing the parchment of clothing to fall off. Black fur grew directly underneath the curving yellow fur, sparking the changes to strike in her legs.

Emily winced in agony as her bones began to reform in her legs, making her shake in a sudden wave of being unbalanced.  She flailed her arms violently as he leaned back and forth consistently and unevenly, all while in unbearable pain. Her upper legs widened and became more animal-like in composition while more black fur encased her human skin forever. Emily's knees bent backwards while the lower section of her legs narrowed sharply and snapped to the dexterity of her new knees.

Emily's shoes seemingly melted off of her feet as the black fur sank into her feet. Emily's toes underwent a near identical process that her hands went through. Her toes painfully merged together and widened into three digits, small claws piercing through the black fur. Small paw pads also formed on her rapidly shrinking feet, allowing Emily regain her new sense of balance.

Emily's body was anything but human. Looking down at herself, she wasn't even sure what to think of what she had just gone through. Vast, conflicting emotions collided in her mind in such a rapid and chaotic matter that the world's best psychologist would be baffled. While she was stuck in an emotional trace, her transformation continued.

Emily's tailbone extended from her spine as extremely thick, plushy, yellow fur grew from the extending limb. Red fur grew at the tip of Emily's growing tail as the fur continued to grow in great abundance. It curved slightly downwards as it was completed forming; her physical transformation now fully complete.

The former human female was at a complete loss on what to say. Her muscles still ached from the bombardment of her changing body; it was a feeling that she simply wanted cleansed from her body forever. Emily did not know that her desires would come true, along with a complete mental rearrangement.

Still gawking at her new body, Emily suddenly became practically paralyzed as the energy that still resided in her body attacked her still human mind, infecting it with its ancient magic. Emily's human knowledge, memories, feelings, thoughts, and emotions were being flushed away into oblivion as the magic had at last found a host to be one with the world again. She began to remember everything she was in her previous life: a mind and fire bending magician that was highly respected even with her minimal physical stature. She similar to her kind, but still one-of-a-kind out of the rest.

Braixen.

Stretching her arms above her head, Braixen yawned as she washed the rest of the foulness of humanity from her mind forever. Smirking, she looked around the small stone room she stood in thousands of years ago, bringing back memories of her magical workshop.

"I really have let this place go. It seems like the humans aren't even capable of housekeeping. How pathetic." Braixen said to herself, picking up her small wooden staff and sticking it into her tail.

Looking out the tall, narrow window, Braixen approached the gateway to the outside world. Hopping onto the table, she disregarded the book she had crafted as a trap to allow herself to come back into reality and stared at the outside landscape. Below her she saw nothing but dense woods; exactly what she had wanted to see when she returned into the world.

"Ah, if there's anything I love about Earth it's the simple tranquility of nature." She said, sighing in delight as a breeze of fresh, forest air forced its way through the window and into her nostrils.

Glaring at the familiar landscape in front of her, Braixen was suddenly disgusted at the sight of human civilization. Tall buildings pierced through the forest at the horizon, shrouded by a vile cloud of brown pollution.

"I spent my life dedicated to irradiating humans, and my brethren have failed me?!" Braixen said in rage. "This cannot happen! I must correct this at once!"

Grabbing her staff out of her tail, Braixen decided to refresh her memory of the spells she had created. Activating the book behind her, she hopped off the table while hidden lines of text began to illuminate from the blanks on the pages; a way to hide her more powerful work from the humans. Soon, she would not only get revenge upon the human race, but also avenge the ones who have fallen to her hands.

A war was brewing, and Braixen knew that the humans had no idea what was coming for them.