The door to a silver hatchback closed with a mild slam.
Zack Tenko looked at his home, where he had grown up in relative luxury for many years, and sighed. He wouldn’t be able to come back for a few years, not until he completed his university courses in the end.
A hand fell on Zack’s shoulder with a hearty pat. “Feeling a bit melancholy, son?”
“Dad, can you quit quoting cheesy movies at me?” Zach asked with a groan, though he didn’t move to pull away or anything of the sort.
“Never!” Dad hissed. “Those movies got me through tough times, so I will honor them, nay, I shall savor them like a fine wine until my dying day,” Dad said, then cleared his throat. “Now Son, you know college is a bit of a big deal, eh kiddo? Liveliest time of your life! So don’t be sad, frolic, dance in the fires of your youth!”
“Honey, stop torturing dear Zack or I’m dumping a bucket of ice water on you at 3 a.m.,” Mom said, emerging from the building holding a box.
“You wouldn’t!” Dad said in mock fright.
“I can and would take pleasure in doing so,” she purred. She turned to Zack with a flick of her red hair. “These are for you,” she said, handing a moderately sized box to Zack.
“Why are you giving me a box of condoms, Mom. And how do you know my size?” Zack asked with the most dead voice he had ever heard from himself.
Mom smiled at him. “Ah, sweetie, they’re for fun. You know,” Mom said, then mimed a sucking motion with her mouth and stuck a finger through a hole made her other hand’s fingers.
“Yuck,” he blanched, tossing them into the back seat of his car before slipping into the driver’s seat. “Bye Mom, bye Dad, please don’t send mom’s friends to my school without at least warning me first.”
“Aye, Son,” Dad saluted him solemnly.
“Have fun, try not to get anyone pregnant unless they’re really into it and you like each other a lot!” Mom waved, holding an arm around Dad. “Oh, one more thing! If you come back and visit, give at least two hours’ notice unless you want to be traumatized!” she yelled out as he pulled away, a bright shit eating grin on her face while the dad blushed bright red.
“Bye! I’m leaving!” he yelled back, before driving off into the morning traffic.
Dealing with Emerican traffic was much more appealing than dealing with his nosey, embarrassing parents who liked to share every single detail. It was way better to escape before they got going.
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Zack sighed as he travelled through his home town for what might be the last time in a very long time. The long, winding road out giving him plenty of time to think as he passed by his friends’ houses, and swung around past his favorite burger joint.
Eventually though, he made his way onto the highway, where he saw the sign that said “You are now leaving, Littleden, the Town of Beginnings” and felt almost a little sad. But he was a grown ass man now, so he would be fine.
He drove down the road for a few hours, smiling to himself as he looked ahead to Academy City.
After passing yet another field of corn, Zack’s phone rang with its distinctive rock ringtone for his friend Bobby, disrupting the C-Pop hit love song he’d been listening to.
Picking up the phone with his car’s wireless Red-toe receiver, he chuckled. “What’s up Bobby? I’m driving right now, you’re lucky I’m only going 30 smiles an hour.”
“Yo, Zack, my man! I hear you’re actually making your way down to Academy City for the semester? Took your sweet time!” Bobby practically shouted with excitement over the phone, rock music playing heavily in the background. “One sec,” Bobby said, before his voice, slightly muffled, spoke again, “Ray! Turn that music down! I got a hold of Zach here!”
“Holy shit bro, Zack? Tell him I said hi!” the man, Ray said, a bit muffled and distant.
Bobby came back on, “Ray says hi. So, so, tell me, when’s your ETA? Settle on a subject yet? Oh, oh! Your dorm! You’re gonna need help settling in. Got any furniture? I know some boys who’d stop their Gains for a free pizza and trust me, no couch would have a chance with us on the job!”
“Haha, you’re a real bro Bobby,” Zack chuckled. “I am planning on going into Graphic Arts class, with a side of Animation. Also joined the cycling club at the Uni, just like highschool, so I’ll need to train for that a bit.”
“Haha, good to hear! Hate to see your track talent go to waste. Hells, maybe go pro, eh? What about—”
Suddenly, the sound of his friend’s voice tasted purple, and the feel of the road beneath the car smelled like freshly cut clouds, while the sight of the traffic suddenly stopping ahead of him felt like the taste of marbles raining onto a drum filled with acidic syrup.
“Woah, what the fu—” he yanked his steering wheel, slamming on the breaks to drive off the road as a beautiful woman with nine fluffy tails and a pair of tall vulpine ears tried to kiss him on the head through his windshield.
She succeeded anyways, but she was just a ghost. And as this happened, and his car came to a stop, he saw a strange sight that immediately filled him with dread.
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World integration Complete.
Error rate at 3.7% and within Acceptable Levels
Welcome to the System, Zach Tenko
HP: 100%
Mana(MP): 100%
Strength: F
Agility: D
Dexterity: D
Intelligence: D
Wisdom: F
Constitution: F
Endurance: C
Fortune: SS
Karma: S
Skills:
- 0
Passives:
- 0
Abilities:
- 0
Traits:
- 0
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ERROR: Bloodline trait detected
Adjusting Calculations
Legacy of Daji added
Inheritor of Tsukiyomi added
Welcome, Inheritor Tenko.
Fight well.
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“Hrrrngg?” Zack asked, his voice becoming more feminine and smooth as his shirt buttons strained against his slowly expanding chest, his fingers working frantically to undo them before they could burst free.
His nails rapidly sharpened into almost claw like appendages, making this much harder than it needed to be as the seatbelt restricted his movements. He unbuckled it, and felt his thighs rip his pants from how thick they had become, his ass spilling out a little as a long, fluffy tail sprouted from his rear and was immediately cramped behind him.
“Kyaaaa!” Zack screeched, the feeling of his transformation being a bit much for him.
And then he got to watch as his dick was slowly slurped inside out backwards into his body, and his balls were sucked inside of him with a ‘schlorp’ sound in the most horrifying gender transformation he had ever seen. He puked out the window of his car, panicking and crying as he was forcibly feminized, until the speakers played the sound of his friend’s voice once again.
“…Ugh, felt like I just had a five-round match with Johnny Speed,” Bobby said over the speaker. “Zack, buddy, you okay? Shit I still taste rainbows; the heck just happened? Buddy, answer me? You alive?”
“I—” he noticed just how sensual his voice was trying to be immediately, but he needed to respond. “I may have become something that my… mother would be rather… enthusiastic about, potentially.”
“What? You too? My skin’s all red now and I think I got horns…” Bobby said. “Listen, I need to check around here as I think half the gym fell over convulsing when, whatever happened hit, but like, if you can, get to town so we can figure this out together?”
“…Okay,” Zack said, blinking away his tears and starting his car back up with a grunt. “I’ll see you soon.”
With that, he hung up, feeling his chest still expanding as he put his seatbelt back on. And while he did that, he slowly got his car back onto the road, watching as many people of all different types got out of their wrecked cars and began to walk aimlessly.
One last thing he noted was the massive red tear in the sky that seemed to be bleeding on the people who got out of their cars. Hopefully that wasn’t anything horrifying in the end.
AN:
HiddenMaster: Wasn’t quite expecting this commission, but the world is interesting and I’m eager to see where it goes. Feel it has potential, at the very least.
Kitsu: Head empty, only fluffy tails.
HiddenMaster: Alas, the MC has only one fluffy tail.
Kitsu: Ar nar… Mofu mofu mofu…
HiddenMaster: Indeed. We’ll keep this AN short and sweet. As always, any support to help us do what we love — Writing! — is genuinely appreciated, and of course if you have a commission of your own you’d like to see us take a crack out, don’t hesitate to reach out to us via the info on our carrds.
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