BeauteousCalithea >> #15609819
Posted on 2023-09-06 11:18:32 Score: 2 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Your quest to find your friends and defeat the darkness had brought you to this jungle world, a rather whimsical place full of colorful characters and creatures alike. Ever since you had left your island home, life had been a sensory overload of new information, new faces, new places and experiences that you would have never dreamed could happen to a backwater kid like yourself. Emboldened by the knowledge that the mystical Keyblade had chosen you, you felt confident--perhaps overconfident--that you could tame this jungle without Donald and Goofy constantly coddling you. The Heartless here were a joke thus far, and as the wielder of the Keyblade, how could any of these wimpy creatures pose any kind of threat? You ran far away from your friends, hacking and slashing and laughing jubilantly as you rid the land of the darkness that had blighted it. Everything was going great, you hadn't even needed a single potion yet, until suddenly you felt a stinging pain on your arm. A lowly Powerwild had scratched you with one of its claws, which usually wasn't a big deal at all, but for some reason you could not understand, you felt...strange. Your skin felt hot all over, and to your horror, you watched as it changed colors from a light peach complex to a yellowish hue. Your ears changed next, becoming bigger and rounder, and your scream of alarm was cut off as you doubled over in agony, feeling your organs rearranging and making room for a new set of plumbing that was alien to you. You sprouted a tail next, and your chest swelled with two mounds of flesh that were unmistakably the breasts of a female. And not a female human, no...one quick look in the reflection of a sitting pool of water on the jungle floor confirmed that you were no longer a human. Worse yet, you weren't even a male anymore. You had somehow been transformed into a Bouncywild, and with the physical transformation complete, you could feel the changes to your mental state creeping into your mind as well. The idea of fighting Heartless and finding Kairi and Riku gradually faded into irrelevancy, replaced with much simpler thoughts befitting your new form; such as finding bananas to eat, serving the darkness by causing mischief, and most disturbing of all, to find a mate to breed with. That last thought felt more and more like an instinct that could not be ignored as you felt an urgency in your new pussy, an urgency to be filled. The Powerwild that had done this to you had found you again, but this time, it wasn't even remotely afraid of you. And why should it be? You were a Bouncywild in heat now, and unlike before, you did not move to attack it. Instead, you presented yourself submissively, and as you felt the eager Powerwild mount and penetrate you, you gave in to your new urges and accepted your fate. In the end, your destiny was not as a warrior of light--it was as a small, insignificant and horny Bouncywild. Your adventure had ended with you living out the rest of your days in the jungle world, your friends never knowing what happened to you and the Keyblade being lost forever. Instead of slaying Heartless, you would go on to birth many of them, populating the lands with your spawn and spending more time being bred than fighting. A Heartless broodmare was all you would ever be, and in your dumbed down horny little mind, you wouldn't have it any other way.