Tangled in Transformation: Volume 1

By Alis Mitsy

Human beings have been fascinated with transformation for years upon years, chanting and intoning spells in order to take on other forms - forms that can allow them to fly or become something that the human condition simply cannot hope to ever, not even once, achieve. Eagles soar and wolves lead the pack but sometimes that transformation too is unwanted and unwarranted.

These are the tales of men transformed into creatures and brought to a new sense of life unlike anything they could ever have imagined before...

This collection contains the following stories:

1.Antelope Anticipation
2.From Man to Moo
3.One Man Becomes a Mount
4.She Wanted a Dog
5.A Lion’s Roar
6.An Eagle’s Heart
7.Black Panther’s Stalk
8.Bliss as a Hippocampus
9.Mean Old Mule
10.The Feline Persuasion

Please note that these mini stories are each approximately 1000 words in length.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alis Mitsy
• Release date: May 24, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463802168

Alis Mitsy

An author set to bring your fantasies to life and more. I have been writing erotica since 2011 and am ever set to improve my craft, exploring kinks that are new to me, all for your reading pleasure.Fancy something a little more personal? Do you want a tale written with you as the star or another character of your creation in the erotic spotlight?I am currently open for commission work beginning at a rate of 30 GBP per 1000 words and occasionally have special offers running too for mini-stories. Please contact [e-mail] for further details.

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Tangled in Transformation

Volume 1

Alis Mitsy

This work is copyrighted under the pen name of Alis Mitsy as of 2019.

This story may be published under other pen names belonging to the author.

All acts and characters are works of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is coincidental.

Contents

Antelope Anticipation

From Man to Moo

One Man Becomes a Mount

She Wanted a Dog

A Lion’s Roar

An Eagle’s Heart

Black Panther’s Stalk

Bliss as a Hippocampus

Mean Old Mule

The Feline Persuasion

Antelope Anticipation

His First Transformation

It would not be the last but I knew it in my bones when it became, the moment that I’d been waiting for out in the golden wilderness of the African savannah. I’d only been sitting before the fire, contemplating the dark of the night in the crackling, leaping and snapping flames, when it began, a tingle straining through my body like a cord being pulled tighter and tighter. It wasn’t meant to be there and yet it was, inexplicably, at the same moment, my lips parting and eyebrows shooting up, shaved head gleaming surely in the light of the fire.

I was alone but that was fine. I was on my own there to experience all for the very first time, although I knew even then that it would not be permanent. I would want it to be permanent as my chest stirred, heart pounding so vehemently that I was incited instantly to shift onto all fours, feeling as if my ears were twitching already. They pulled up and out from my head like two petals, drawn sweetly into points, and I groaned in the back of my throat, only sparing a brief moment to shed my simple clothing, which was always just enough to keep the shame away from the elements that would have otherwise harmed my flesh and skin.

It was just as well I had the foresight to get rid of my clothing (what little there was) while I could as the changed progressed rapidly – too rapidly. My lips worked without either sound or breath as my face stretched out quickly to a narrow point, a twitching, wet little nose that I just wanted to lick. My legs thinned out and I tottered, even on all fours, struggling and fighting with the shift of my body centre of gravity for such a simple need as balance. Something pushed from the top of my skull, its position shifting, and I grunted thickly, head spinning as I crashed down onto my side.

But I was not fearful even as I leaned into the transformation, laughing at my own clumsiness in toppling over, dreaming it all as if I was set back from the scene at hand, as much as I longed to be in it, living and breathing luxuriously through each and every moment. It was a by-product of learning how to transform and that could not be helped as I tried to stagger upright, the joints and bones fusing together in a different form, one bone longer as it teased down into an elegant canon bone.

What would I become? Oh, there was only one way to tell and I stretched my body out into the transformation