Yuki's Displacement (Patreon)

(contains anthro to feral monster TF)

Commission for Blueberrysnow

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Nothing like a milk run to help clear out the old bar tab. Yuki liked these simple jobs. They were a good way to keep her skills sharp without posing much danger. She even dared to hum a merry melody while she worked. Her ample mouse rump bopped to the beat, waving its ropey tail through the air as if it’s twilight colored tuft were a flag. Ancient locks rarely stood a problem despite their reputation. They just took a lot of time and concentration to get the picks into their proper joints.

Today’s job involved a little scout and retrieval in some place called the Tomb of the Cat King. Which is a fancy way of phrasing ‘break in and steal everything shiny’ kind of jobs. Nearby churches had already sent out their best to bless the area so undead wouldn’t be a problem. Now the place was waiting for the local rich snob lord to send a team for their legal form of grave robbing.

The perfect in-between period for non-conscripted experts to step in.

“You have to make so much noise?” Desmond whispered, eyes darting from Yuki’s burlap shorts to the bedrock entrance and back. “You always take a day and half with this stuff.”

“If I explained how clockwork locks are made, it would take a day and a half.” Yuki blew locks of her hair out of the way, its strands matching the starry sky appearance of her tail. A glance back caught Desmond’s eyes averting too late from her rear towards the murky cavern ceiling. “Besides, I thought you liked when I performed.”

Desmond folded his cloak in front, trying to hide the tent in his pants. The disgruntled sneer he shot back was ruined by the blush painting his squirrel muzzle. “Normally that’s on a well-lit stage with plenty of drinks, you nerd.”

“First round’s on me when we get back then. Ah!” Yuki squeaked triumphantly when there came a soft grinding that led into a loud click. Before she could act, the giant padlock broke away into three pieces, slipping past her frantic paws and creating loud clanging echoes throughout the tomb. “... oops.”

“Yeah. No kidding.” Desmond had clamped on his pointed ears barely able to hear his friend and partner through the ringing. “Are we in?”

Yuki gave her own head a shake, flapping rounded rodent ears against her skull. With a gentle push of her delicate tiny hand, the metal door swung on rusted hinges. “Yup. We are good to loot.”

“Thank Abadar.” Flint struck steel, generating the spark Desmond needed to light up a torch. The pair of blue anthros became lit up along with the stone passages before them. Being races with dark vision didn’t make the light a complete necessity, but they found it easier to spot treasure with something to glint off it.

They didn’t have to go far for that.

“Wowzer!”

Soon as they stepped into the first chamber, Desmond had to recoil from all the shinning metals surrounding him. A half-dozen doorways moved on deeper into the bedrock. Every space between them was filled with display shelves lined with many forms of trinkets. Yuki saw large busts of feline creatures, Desmond noted all kinds of pendants showing off teeth or paw emblems.

The chamber’s center is what really got the adventurers’ attention. On its own pedestal towered the ivory statue of an anthropomorphic feline man. They couldn’t specify the exact species, only that his muscles were incredibly impressive across four flexing arms. Not to mention the ornate gold and silver armbands on each wrist.

“Dibs!”

Desmond let out a squeak as Yuki shoved past him towards the statue. He staggered several steps able to catch himself on the nearest shelf of treasures to avoid being introduced to the disease covered floor. “Check for traps, you damn cheese brain.”

“I already did while you were gawking,” Yuki explained after already removing two of the bracers. “Wow. These things are lighter than they look. Do you think this guy was an actual cat king?”

“I doubt it.” Getting over his friend’s enthusiasm, Desmond absently rummaged through a shelf of various necklaces with his free hand. “He was just some guy that really liked cats, far as I heard. Some people even claimed he caught a few magical ones. Geez, I think this pendant is nothing but pearls.”

“Great! Start stuffing sacks.” That happy bounce returned to Yuki’s hips while she worked the remaining braces off her statue friend. “Not sure why the guy would need a set of four, but it’s whatever.”

“Yeah.” Fluttering noises filled the room while Desmond pulled a pair of bags out from his cloak. One look at their size compared to the treasure around them made his tail droop. “I doubt we have enough to drag even a third of this bling out of here.”

“Get creative then!” Yuki replied. When Desmond glanced over with a raised eyebrow, she slapped a pair of her newly gained bracers on each wrist for an example. “I’m sure even your neck can handle a necklace or ten, hun.”

“If only we had a way to store things on your bottom heavy figure. That’d be way better.”

“Yeah? Shame you’ll never catch me doing a belly dancing-OOGH!!”

“Yuki?”

At the sound of pained squeaks, Desmond dropped his partially filled bag and twirled in her direction, hands clasping the hilt of a pistol. His mouse friend was hunched forward, bracing against the statue’s pedestal with a distant stunned look in her eyes. The jaw of her mouse muzzle flapped awkwardly, gulping for air.

“W-what’s wrong?”

“I... I don’t know. Nngh!” Yuki’s face scrunched with tension, baring her teeth with a bit of saliva dripping out. Arms wrapped around in a self hug, pressing intently on the area under her armpits. “T-there it is again. It feels like… Ah! Something’s trying to push out of me!!”

Even if Desmond could ask, Yuki didn’t remain in a state to elaborate. The tunnels filled with her strained groans as she writhed against the statue, struggling to remain standing. As her friend looked on Desmond found his eyes widening with a growing panic to see her hands being pushed back by something under her tunic and cloak. Bulges stretched out the sides of her clothes growing larger despite her attempts to hold them back, wiggling about in unexpectedly flexible ways.

“Ooooh…” The strange affliction drained out of Yuki after only a minute, leaving the mouse heaving for breath trying to process what just occurred. A sudden jostling under her clothes broke her concentration with a startled squeak. She glanced at Desmond clearly hesitant but worked up the courage to heft her tunic. “Holy shit!”

All of all the things they expected to fall out, a pair of extra arms was not one of them. Actually, Desmond hated that as he looked closer, the anatomy was too far off to be that simple. These new limbs attached to his mouse friend under her armpits possessed joints that only allowed them to jut in front and move up or down. At the ends were thick paws twice the size of her original hands. Despite having appealing pads under each rounded digit, they were also flashing some sharp silvery claws with Yuki’s unwitting test flexes.

“I… Why do I have four legs!?” She sputtered out. The alien sensation of extra limbs left her mind still spiraling. It was when she dropped the tunic’s hem that she noticed a bright glow opposing Desmond’s torch. Both bracers were shining with a light source of their own, filling her wrists with a burning warmth. “D-Desmond? I think these bracers are cursed.”

“I’m sure that’s a safe… Look out!”

“Wha? AAH!”

Though Desmond saw it first, his warning came too late for Yuki to avoid the other pair of bracers shooting off the statue’s base towards her. Despite the speed they hit her new limbs ankles with a soft landing and promptly locked themselves into place. Almost immediately the warmth surged to an unbearable inferno, spreading to encompass all of Yuki’s being.

“D-Desmond! Heeeeelp!”

There was little the squirrel-fox could think to do, given they didn’t come prepared for curses. His ear dropped watching Yuki stagger about while crunches and snaps emitted from her changing body unseen by her cloak. It was especially disturbing how she seemed to grow slightly taller every time she moved past him.

“Gack!” Yuki suddenly stuck her tongue out, choking softly. Hands fumbled around the tie of her cloak. Her neck itself was growing thick at an alarming rate, digging the string painfully tight into the soft fur. With one frustrated yank, she managed to at least break it off from one side, gulping for fresh air.

Thick was certainly a good way to describe the mouse’s growing problem. With the cloak’s cover shedding, Desmond got a full view of the mouse’s seven foot and growing body. Even without extra legs, a two-foot gap separated her tunic from her pants, exposing a stomach ridged with incredible muscles. Yuki flexed her arms, watching them thicken and stretch out with additional stronger bones. She was developing a buffer form than many of the human fighters they’d seen at taverns.

The decreasing prominence of her feminine curves, however, was not as encouraging.

“What’s happening to me?” Yuki whined. A sudden itching brought a larger hand over her head, taking off a clump of her starry hair with it. She yelped and felt over her head again, only shedding off the rest in the process. Something tickled at her ears and she realized they were growing too, with the tips developing into long acute points. “ARGH!”

With a loud crunch and a flex, Yuki’s feet surged in a mini growth spurt. Claws shot out the end of swelling meatball toes scraping at the floor before the sudden developing of pocket slits retracted them out of view. A second surge traveled up into her legs, making them massively fit for pouncing. The cheap pants could not contain so much beef, shredding off in an unceremonious display. She fumbled against the statue, now nearly tall enough to reach its chest at nine feet, trying to get a view of the monstrous paws that matched her upper set of legs. It was getting harder to stay balanced.

Desmond did a double take. At first he thought his torch was going out, but then realized he was having trouble seeing Yuki because her fur was changing color. Blotches of pure black appeared across her pelt rapidly spreading to interconnect with each other. While she looked at him with pleading eyes, the outline of her narrowing muscular body became almost one with the darkness beyond his light. “T-take the damn bracers off?”

“Sque-mreow!”

Both of them jumped at Yuki’s animal expletive seemed to change species midway. All the more prompting she had to grab at the metal protectors on her lower legs.

“Oh, no? Oh nooooo!”

Sadly, Yuki couldn’t get at the clasps before a shifting sensation locked up her fingers. There came a hard crunch that collapsed her shoulders, followed by an unpleasant-looking rotation that forced her hands out in front, just like the limbs below them. A perfect display for the helpless pair to watch as Yuki’s fingers slowed their wiggling as the flesh puffed out. Joints vanished from them much like her thumb sliding up to rest as a mere claw on each wrist. With a pressure and give, palms and tips inflated into dark pads to support her new paws.

“GRWAH!?”

That wasn’t nearly as disturbing to witness as Yuki’s chest popping outwards with a mighty roar. Another crack billowed her ribcage with enough force to rend the front of her tunic. Rapid pops and gurgles filled out the adjoining muscles for a mighty beast. Yet all Yuki could think about was her distress, watching the plump mouse breasts shrink away into the short black fur.

“Des-mreow!” Yuki cried when an even worse dread struck her hips. What remained of her sides streamlined with the rest of her body, forcing her stance to change. All four upper legs pawed at the air with her frantic teetering. She could feel the last of her adorable mouse fat drain out of the buff angular buttocks. “H-help mew! I’m going dow-rrryu!”

Much as he wanted to catch Yuki, he thought better about her four flailing claws. With a final crunch of altering hip joints, his friend slammed into the ground in a perfectly natural stance for a feral creature. The long angular body rippling with energy was a far cry from the bouncing pear shaped mouse she had been minutes ago.

“HNGH!” 

Things only continued to get worse on the way to the finish. Tension in Yuki’s upper back caused her tail to snap against the stone floor. That one motion proved enough to shatter her tuft in a cloud of useless hairs, leaving the appendage with only a pointed tip.

“GROOOWL!!”

Much as she would lament her tail later, Yuki’s face contorted into a snarl that showed off teeth way too sharp for a mouse. From her shoulders protrude two sharp bumps that tented her black furry flesh. Their growth pushed against her from the inside in a tight struggle before she felt the hide finally break. With another angry howl, tentacles erupted from her back in a flurry of thrashing strikes. Desmond dove for cover behind the statue while developing thorn barbs sent treasure scattering across the floor.

“Nyaaah! N-no!” Yuki heaved her hulking chest in short, rapid expansions. It took a bit of calming to regain some control over her multi-limb feral form, only to lose it again when pressure seized up her face. The bridge of her nose cracked in a sharp rise to run the curve of her forehead, nostrils flaring into a wider snout to better suit her savage fangs. “Des-reow! Make it sto-yaah! I’m losing mew voi-rrrice. I don’t rrraw-nt to mreow! Growl. Nya. Prrrtt!?”

“Oh!” Desmond popped his head around the statue, watching the last bits of Yuki face pop into that of a feline’s. At least she still had her star-pupil’d eyes, full of intelligence and a mix of angry intrigue over her new form. “That’s kind of neat! I’ve never seen a displacer beast up close before. Do you think you can teleport?”

The beast that had once been an expert thief looked up at Desmond with a hanging jaw of clear exasperation. Yuki followed that up with a disgruntled snort before turning her buff body towards the exit. She got half a step before middle legs became entangled with the front, and her tentacles somehow twisted around her backside. A tangled mess that sent her slamming headfirst into a shelf, causing the treasures that remained on it to rain heavy metal upon an already tender head.

“That’s it!” Desmond cried upon seeing the glittering gold surrounding Yuki. She braced up on her two left forepaws to give him a questioning growl. “Don’t worry, Yuki. I know exactly what to do!”

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It was with his brilliant plan Desmond kicked open the door to the thieves’ guild, sparking a roar of alarmed cries and curses. Those closest to the entrance backpedaled out of their seats, not daring to turn their backs to the monster cat the size of a horse striding in behind the squirrel-fox.

Trying to act fearsome in this form was too easy for Yuki, given her already grumpy state about it. Dozens of sharp claws clicked across the floorboards with her powerful strides, working in chorus to the chinking of shifting metal in the many heavy sacks she carried on her back.

“What the fuck is this nonsense now, Desmond?” The fencer, to his bovine credit, stayed neutral behind his secured exchange door as Yuki approached. Somehow they both knew such security measures wouldn’t keep her out in a pinch, anyway.

“That!” Desmond cheerfully pointed to the load tied across Yuki’s back. “That is a king’s ransom in gold and treasures we were hoping you could give us a... fair price on fleecing, my good cow.”

He suddenly toppled forward in a pained yip thanks to one of Yuki’s tentacles smacking its non-spiked side against the back of his head.

“Oh yeah. Could you also give us any references to mages and alchemists that specialize in removing armor curses? Yuki is adamantly against the idea of doubling as our transportation for a while.”