The Snow Leopard Commission

This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual themes and bad language
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read

Story commissioned by:
jwargod

Made by:
The TGF Writer
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I ran as fast as my feet could take me, I ran past trees, I ran past rocks, I ran past curious animals that looked at me; I ran and ran, and I ran because my life was on it.

I jumped over roots and passed under fallen trunks, I dodged small trees and I avoided the thorn on bushes; despite my pants, despite my lack of air, despite the cold biting down on my skin, despite the pain surging through me, mixing with the tiredness of running so much so far, despite it all, I kept running, the sound of my pursuers keeping me at my top speed.

I checked my waist for a second, I had no refills, which meant my handgun only had four shots left, my riffle was empty so that wouldn't help much, my grenades were no more, my rations were close to naught, and whatever useful object I once had was lost; we had been ambushed, me and my team were attacked in the middle of the night by the mercs we were supposed to kill; it had been a massacre, and as the sole survivor, I was left with no other option but run.

As I stumbled upon a small rock, I fell face forward to the hard soil of the cold forest, landing with my face onto a patch of white snow, feeling it cut into my skin with small wounds here and there; but as I stood up again, I saw a golden reflection on the ground in front of me; I immediately picked up the medallion and looked at the inscriptions on it, there were words and images of animals and other beasts, a present from a native African man who's life I saved once, he had told me the medallion would grant me safety in the time of most need.

"Well, if you do work, you might as well begin now." I muttered as I stared at the golden object, picking up my pace once more. "Cause if they catch me, I'm dead."

I began to run again, sure my pursuers were far behind, but not enough for them to loose track of me, nor to stop them from following my trail; I was a mercenary, and I had lived all my life traveling from one place to the other, killing and stealing for a life, I had reached my forties with a body many athletes could envy, but it wasn't enough, I got tired more easily, my aim was getting worse, and my reflexes were becoming dull, and this was supposed to be my last mission too.

Soon I found myself halting behind a tree, gaping for air as my lungs attempted getting as much oxygen as they could in this mountain forest in the middle of nowhere; -I rushed things- I thought to myself, realizing the stupidity of some of my actions; -I didn't give myself time to adjust to this climate- I continued, paying close attention that no one was close, yet.

But as I began to recover enough to continue running, I felt a sharp pain course through my body; I fell to my knees as it hit my legs a second time, had I been snipped?, no, there was no sound of a gunshot, and there was no wound, yet it hurt, it hurt as if someone were smashing every bone to dust.

I tried to stand up, walk, even crawl and continue, I couldn't afford stopping; but it was too much, the pain made it impossible for me to even move and inch from where I was.

And then, I noticed it, a prickling sensation on my legs, it was weird, and painful nonetheless, but it was weird as well, as if thousands of needles were attempting to get out of my legs, penetrating the skin on their way; I held my breath as I stopped myself from shouting, the prickling sensation was far from my greatest problem, and I was starting to feel the bones of my feet snap.

I moved my hands quickly and touched my ankles, sure there should be some sort of answer for why it hurt so much, or even why it felt my bones and muscles were being torn into pieces.

As I touched my ankle, I noticed fur coming out from the gap left by my socks; I was shocked, surprised even, but my focus went back to my feet, which continued hurting in ways I couldn't even begin describing; and because of the tightening sensation around them, I did what no sane soldier would do in such a situation, I took my boots off.

My mental complain about this was immediately muffled out as I saw my feet; they had broken their way through my socks, they had shrunk, lost a finger and gained claws as a white fur surrounded them; had it not been because I was sure those were mine, I would have guessed them to be the paws of some animal.

And the pain only made me remind myself my paws weren't the only target; I winced as I took a look at the upper part of my legs, they were shrinking, and taking a form no human would have; and they didn't stop, I was sure I looked like a freak, from my waist up, I was a normal human, from my waist down, my legs had turned into a perfectly proportioned paws, with fur, claws and everything, meaning I couldn't use them even if I could.

The changes continued, I loosened and took off my pants as the pain reached my crotch; I no longer cared for the cold, the pain and confusion were enough to push away even the thought of my life being endangered by bloodthirsty mercs.

I watched in awe as my penis and balls were being sucked into my body, as weird as it was, that seemed to be the only change that didn't result painful; I winced and held back from shouting in horror as my genitalia soon was deleted from existence, and was soon replaced with its feminine counterpart, which also seemed to change, moving down, near my asshole.

As it did, I suddenly turned and put myself on my knees, well, were my legs human, I'd have staid on my knees, but I was rather using my new paws to stand, which made my hip rise slightly above my shoulders, giving me a really awkward position.

I winced again and muffled a shout as my spine began to stretch, soon forming a tail as it covered in the same white fur from my paws, only with black spots all over, I immediately recognized the fluffy black tip of the four foot long tail as that of a snow leopard.

Yet it was far from over, I felt my hips snap as they shrank and became more adequate for quadrupedal movement, my spine snapped in place as well, making it impossible for me to ever keep myself on two feet for too long; my waist and chest barreled outwards as they lost any spec of humanity, being covered in that same black and white fur as it went.

I held back the tears as the pain did not stop for even a second, biting down my tongue, I chose to bare with all this and wait for it to finish; my whole body began to shrink, and I soon lost my shirt, sweater and all clothing but the medallion; my arms came next, and my elbows were forced to bend toward my back as my hands lost the thumb and their dexterity as the fingers became short, thick, with retractile claws and covered in the same fluffy fur from all  around my body; now I had the full normal body of a snow leopard, but with the head of a human.

That didn't last long, as I tried to shout in pain as I felt I could no longer keep myself, but I found my voice was no longer there, and it was soon replaced with the roar of the large cat; I stumbled and fell to my side as I felt my was being spliced in two, it shrank, squeezing my brain of any complex thought as all that existed was pain.

My mouth and nose became closer as they were pushed out into a muzzle, my teeth shattered and became small razor sharp fangs, my ears were forced to the top of my head as they took a triangular shape, my hair was sucked into my skull as it was soon replaced by fur, whiskers grew out from the sides of my new mouth, and the top of my spine cracked a couple of times, making me head perfect for seeing the world down from all fours, finishing the changes as I felt myself almost blackout.

"What do we have here?" a voice came, I managed to move my head to see four men dressed in black and using heavy coats; I immediately recognized them as the mercs that had been fresh on my tail not so long ago. "The bastard got rid of his scent and tracks." he looked around along with four of the other guys. "Though I wonder what he was trying to do to the cat."

"What do we do with it?" asked one of the men.

"Make sure the dogs pick up the guys trail and continue pursue, though I doubt he'll live the day being naked." the one in charge looked at me, then pointed at two of the other men. "If we don't find him, he'll be dead by sundown, the nearest village is two days by car from here, it's impossible for him to survive with no clothes." he then pointed at me. "Take the animal to our camp, we'll train her like we did Lance."

"You sure?" asked one of the men. "This one is a wild one, Lance was born and raised in our team."

"Bah!, either way; Lance wasn't neutered, we could sell the kittens for quite some money." I felt as I was picked up from the ground by one of the men, my mind was still swirling in the pain and I found myself incapable of even moving. "And if we manage to train this little leopard too, then even better."

I then felt something pinch me on the side, I wasn't sure what it was, but the pain was not even a fraction of what my mind was going through right now.

"That should knock her out the rest of the trip." I heard someone else say, my mind was going black.

The pain soon vanished as I went completely limp, no longer moving and not even capable of creating a coherent thought, the only thing that was left was a lingering sensation of fuzziness; I was safe, my life was no longer at risk, I felt warm under my fur, and I could smell the lingering scent of a male leopard from the clothes of whoever was taking me.

And that was all that mattered to me.