MagicScarf

Subject to change (in a tf way)

  • he/she/they

Refractive Geode
Plural, kinky asexual, >21, offshoot of @SnepGem
We’re a system of 50+ gender-fluid furries obsessed with transformation, clothing, costumes, gender, magic, and the ways they interact.
Most of us are humans, and we all seem to change back to our “default forms” over time, even recovering from transformations that would otherwise be permanent.
The doors to the Nonsense-Castle, our headspace, are always open to visitors, so feel free to swing by via our ask box! Transform a headmate, or strike up a conversation, or present some cool magical item or idea, or start an entire Plot Arc, or whatever!


Anonymous User asked:

same kitsune as last time
Nonono, it’s fine, it’s not a trick, I genuinely want to help you (this definitely will not alter your true form somewhat permanently)
It-
It’s not a bad form to be in, I-
Look at me! Look at how soft I am! I- I mean, I feel like it checks a lot of boxes…
Cozy, soft, gives you magical powers, and
Ya know what, why tell you when I can show you?
visible concentration, tails start glowing
magic zap with a big trail of mist, not nearly enough to obscure the transformation, just enough to provide a magical atmosphere
And, don’t get me wrong, it is NOT easy to learn to control those powers, but once you do… it’ll take a while, but trust me… it’ll be fun, you’ll love it! Oooooh, you look so cute and fluffy!! And… damn, ya really don’t realize how huge the tails are until you see them on someone else! I’m sorry for not asking, but trust me, you’re going to enjoy this!
steps back to allow to process

🎨 Tries to dodge, failing miserably! Your magic knocks her back, and she groans as the changes wrack her body. Resisting the changes only makes them more uncomfortable, the tails pouring down from behind her sending indescribable sensations up her spine. Newly swollen and padded fingertips and palms will surely give her trouble with wielding a brush! Rebecca’s protests quickly turn to vulpine whimpering as her mouth and nose push away from the rest of her face, and her elongating ears push her beret off her head. Her fur is gorgeous and golden-yellow, a coat that it’d be insane to dirty with paint…

GghhhhhNO! I-IT’S GONE! There was a glimmer… a barely-visible thread of that technique that I could pull, to unravel the chasm of mundanity between me and it! But now it’s gone! I-I can’t paint in this form! My hands, my balance, I’d have to learn it all again!

turns to you and glares

YOU… YOU did this to me… You will pay! I’ll MAKE you—

Her dramatic (and somewhat cheesy) moment is cut short when she trips on a can of paint, getting a fair amount of it on herself. In an attempt to wipe some of it off, Rebecca yelps at the action’s unexpected side effect of blurring and warping her very body itself! She rushes to the sink and tries to wash the paint off, only for her body to “wash off” with it… leaving a section of her human arm exposed underneath.

Rebecca stumbles back and faints, splashing a little more water on herself as she does so. Wherever it touches, her kitsune self melts away like paint, her human features visible underneath it. Some new power has been born, out of the sheer intensity of her will… You didn’t give her this power, but you did lead her to awaken it.

She is sweating, feverish, more and more of her fur turning to paint and washing away, slowly reverting her back into a human… You don’t feel an ounce of kitsune magic in her body anymore. Nor do you feel this new magic in her… looks like it has faded away once again, for the time being. Perhaps later she will learn to hold onto it, to control it… but for now, she just looks like a human who fell onto some half-finished painting of a yellow kitsune that somebody made on the ground.

(… I am not actually mad btw it’s just for the story. Had a lot of fun writing this, hope you enjoyed!)


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