The Process Forum - Moon Claimed

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Its been a while but I have a brand new illustrated story on offer. Here's a preview:

Melanie yawned until her jaw cracked, then drove a knuckle into her right eye, attempting scrub the morning’s blurriness out of it. She repeated the motion with her left hand and then licked it, palm to finger tips, before pushing her raven black bangs back into her epic bedhead. The fingers jammed against something hard and slick. Cheap plastic. With a hiss of pain she pulled it out of her hair, it came reluctantly, seemingly adhered to her head and hair by sweat. Blinking, Melanie held it in front of her face until her vision resolved it into a cheap plastic headband with two extremely fuzzy grey ears glued to it.

“Oh shit.” She swore in whispered horror. Her eyes panned downward to look at herself. A skin tight outfit accented with fur trim around her low neckline and wrists hugged her curves. Even thicker fur covered her legs, ending in boots shaped like massive paws. All of it was grey and patterned with large irregular spots. The only skin the outfit showed was Melanie’s ample cleavage. It was the ultimate in “fuck me I’m a snow leopard” costumes.

Twenty-four hours ago the clothes had be nothing more fancy than a grey t-shirt and a worn pair of black jeans.

Dropping a string of explicatives, Melanie stripped herself out of the costume. It put up a fight. The fabric clung to her skin as if it had been adhered by glue. A sound like tape coming off the roll filled the bathroom as it peeled away from her skin, leaving it stinging as if she’d ripped off a full body band-aid. It took a pair of scissors, usually reserved for trimming her eyebrows, to loosen the paw-like boots. Even then it took all the strength she possessed to slowly work them off her feet. As her toes finally came free of the second boot she hurled it against the wall with a roar of victory. Spent, she sat there, stark naked and panting from her battle with her enchanted clothing. Steadying herself, she hauled her sluggish body up and faced the mirror with clear eyes. And swore.

Her own dark brown eyes stared back at her from her round face, framed by her long disheveled hair. Thank gods they were still brown. Once magic got into the eyes it also got into the soul and souls were nigh impossible to clean. Cleaning souls generally involved gods. Gods involved priests and priests took expensive convincing to help when you were an unlicensed alchemist. So theoretically she’d be able to wear clothing without it gaining spots sometime in the near future. That was good. More concerning was that the spell had branched out into doing her makeup. The skin around her nostrils had darkened to an ashy grey and was painted in such a way it appeared flattened, giving her face a feline cast. The spell had not been made to alter makeup and staring at it produced a familiar sinking feeling deep in her guts. Gritting her teeth, she gently touched it with a fingertip. Melanie found its surface moist. No paint came away on her fingers. Worse the touch had made it itch, producing an odd restlessness in her tongue. A definite urge to lick her nose.

“Talk about a hangover that leaves you feeling fuzzy.” A voice shattered Melanie’s internal cataloging of how fucked she was.

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The story is available at: https://mrnibs.itch.io/moon-claimed for $4.99

Art is by ComicTF