{(set: $appearance to (dm:
"body",(random:4),
"horns",(random:4),
"arms",(random:4),
"legs",(random:4),
"junk",(random:4),
"skin",(random:4),
"eyes",(random:4),
"mouth",(random:4)
))
(set: $loopcount to 0)
(set: $bodydesc to (dm:
0, "Your body feels soft, plush, and heavy, your flesh billowing out in curves and swells.", 1, "You twist to look yourself over, and your spine is flexible, too long, your belly too thin.", 2, "Your chest hangs heavy and full, and another pair of tits below them, and another below that, without a scrap of fabric to cover any.", 3, "Your hips are set wide, changing the balance of your movements, bottom-heavy and swaying.", 4, "An empty, hungry feeling sits in your core like a rock. The flesh of your stomach splits around a fanged mouth, which involuntarily licks its lips."))
(set: $horndesc to (dm:
0, "A pair of branching antlers sprout up from your forehead, prongs all twined with leaves and vines.", 1, "A pair of long, gently curving horns of obsidian stand tall above your head, heavy enough to never ignore.", 2, "A pair of thin, delicate antennae begin at your eyebrows and sweep elegantly upward.", 3, "A pair of thick, feathery antennae sweep back from just above your ears.", 4, "A set of knobbly, stubby horns adorn your forehead, encircling it like a parody of a crown."))
(set: $armdesc to (dm:
0, "Your arms are delicate, too many joints and too many hands - four in all, thin, coming nearly to a point.", 1, "Your fingers are thick, stubby, clumsy, more like paws than hands.", 2, "Your hands end in useless hooves with an opaline sheen.", 3, "You have neither arms nor hands, with no sign of violence - your shoulders are simply smoothed over, uninterrupted.", 4, "Your arms are long, and your fingers tipped with outsized, wickedly pointed claws."))
(set: $legdesc to (dm:
0, "Your legs have twined together into something like a snake's tail, long and muscular.", 1, "Your thick, digitigrade legs end in wide, blunt-clawed paws. A lion's tail swishes restlessly behind you.", 2, "Your legs are something like a goat's, with delicate cloven hooves that are only just enough to bear your weight.", 3, "Your legs are long, and end in surprisingly dexterous taloned claws.", 4, "Your legs are mere stumps, blunt, barely able to twitch."))
(set: $junkdesc to (dm:
0, "You have a thick cock set above a slick opening, blended at the join to seem quite natural.", 1, "You have something like a long, tapered phallus, certainly as sensitive as one, but it twists and writhes of its own accord, set off by the slightest touch.", 2, "Your balls are prominent, heavy, and sensitive, while your dick has retreated into a tight sheath and has to be coaxed out.", 3, "You have nothing that resembles genitalia of any sort, only smooth skin.", 4, "Inside your hot, drooling entrance, a carpet of cilia constantly writhe and pulse, yearning to have something inside."))
(set: $skindesc to (dm:
0, "You have patches of rough, coarse fur, particularly a mane-like bush around your neck.", 1, "Tiny, glimmering scales cover most of your skin.", 2, "You have a soft, luxurious coat of fur, velvety and short over most of you but silky and long in places.", 3, "Your body is plated in sections of iridescent chitin, flexible but tough.", 4, "Your skin is tough and faceted, like crystal, catching and scattering the light."))
(set: $eyesdesc to (dm:
0, "Your eyes are compound and jewel-like, bulging confections of rubies, emeralds, and topazes.", 1, "Your eyes are a piercing, unnatural shade of violet.", 2, "Your eyes are ice-blue, slit-pupiled, and sharp.", 3, "Your wide, placid, brown eyes have horizontal pupils.", 4, "Your eyes are black voids, with a tiny, dim candle-flame burning inside."))
(set: $mouthdesc to (dm:
0, "Your jaw unfolds and interlocks in an intricate set of mandibles, concealing a long, thin tongue. Your voice buzzes and clicks.", 1, "Several of your yellowed teeth are too large for your mouth, hanging down dagger-like and curling out tusk-like.", 2, "Your teeth are small sharp fangs, all alike.", 3, "Your tongue is too large to fit behind your lips and perpetually hangs out, trailing strings of thick drool.", 4, "Your lips are an exaggerated parody held in a perpetual pout, rose-red, impossibly thick and plump."))}
You've done something foolish, haven't you? Followed the wrong path, listened to unearthly songs, fallen asleep in a mushroom ring?
Your memories of the night are hazy, dominated by abstract flashes of color and sweet juices bursting across your tongue. The fairies held you down with claws and vines and talons, and pressed berries and bites of fruit past your lips. They caressed you and sang in your ears and promised you would meet their Queen. As if from a great distance, you felt your body thrashing and changing, melting into new shapes.
You regain some measure of your wits in a bower of woven branches and vines, lit by moonlight and candles. The ground is cushioned by silk, by pillows, by woven carpets. A strand of honeysuckle twines around your neck like a leash. You suspect you're no longer human.
[[Against one wall is a mirror of polished copper, perhaps to taunt you.|Take stock of yourself]](either: "The candles blow out, as one, and the Queen looms out of the darkness.", "The Queen wanders in, almost absentminded, humming snatches of fairy song.", "The Queen comes with an entourage of lesser fae who hang around the edges of the room, watching hungrily.", "The Queen draws back a curtain of vines, letting in the scent of flowers and rain.", "The Queen looks you up and down, purses her lips thoughtfully.", "The Queen enters, licking the last remnants of something sticky from her fingers.", "The Queen flounces into the room and throws herself into a soft chair, clearly piqued by something petty.") (either: "She is beautiful and terrible.", "Her teeth are misshapen and sharp, with the sheen of black pearls.", "The gossamer membranes of her wings shine in intricate patterns, every color of the rainbow.", "Her eyes are flat white, with faint oil-slick streaks of color dancing across them.", "Her claws are sharp, and glitter like mica.", "Her claws are brassy-metallic, and so are her teeth.", "Her breasts are wrapped carelessly in a swath of silver cobwebs, which do nothing to conceal her dark nipples.", "Her skin has a patina like ancient copper tonight.", "Her locks fall in ripples and waves, more like a living, rushing brook than like coarse mortal hair.", "She is wearing a living vine that winds around her body and clings to her curves, an elegant accent that makes no pretense of covering anything.", "She is bedecked in elaborate silver jewelry, delicate hanging chains accenting every movement with tiny sounds of metal.", "Her eyes are dark from edge to edge, deep enough to be lost in.", "Her eyes are disconcertingly human tonight, but the irises are a bright springtime green you'd never mistake for natural.", "She is captivating enough to take your breath away. How can something so beautiful be allowed?")
(if: arms of $appearance is 3 and legs of $appearance is 4)[(display: "Null")](elseif: (arms of $appearance is 2 and legs of $appearance is 2) or (arms of $appearance is 2 and legs of $appearance is 1) or (arms of $appearance is 1 and legs of $appearance is 2) or (arms of $appearance is 1 and legs of $appearance is 1))[(display: "Beast")](elseif: ((skin of $appearance is 3 or mouth of $appearance is 0) and (horns of $appearance is 2 or horns of $appearance is 3)) and arms of $appearance is 0)[(display: "Bug")](elseif: ($loopcount % 3) is 0)[(display: "Hands sex strings")](elseif: ($loopcount % 3) is 1)[(display: "Legs sex strings")](elseif: ($loopcount % 3) is 2)[(display:"Mouth sex strings")](else:)[Error.]
[[When she is finished with you...]]The Queen reclines and watches you, satisfied with her handiwork.
Do you:
(either: (either: "[[Sneak out that night to steal fae fruit.|Steal]]", "[[Look for a way to take fae fruit for yourself.|Steal]]"), (either: "[[Look for a chance to escape.|Run]]","[[Sneak away in the darkness.|Run]]"))
(either: (either:"[[Complain about the body she's forced on you.|Argue]]", "[[Rail against her cruel treatment.|Argue]]"), (either: "[[Remain silent, and look away from her.|Silence]]", "[[Turn away and hide yourself.|Silence]]"))
(either: "[[Prostrate yourself and thank her.|Thank her]]", "[[Kiss her feet and murmur flattery.|Thank her]]", "[[Bow your head and praise her wisdom.|Thank her]]")
You lower your eyes, make some perfunctory thanks, and plot. (either: "It turns out not to matter - a servant brings her a tray of fairy fruit, and she leaves the barely-touched remains when she goes, as if deliberately taunting you with it. You're able to take your choice.", "You wait for silence, and for clouds to pass over the moon. It takes every bit of your concentration to move your unfamiliar, changed form silently, but you do, just long enough to steal outside and gather the wild fruit from a twisting, silvery vine.", "You wait for silence, and for clouds to pass over the moon. It takes every bit of your concentration to move your unfamiliar, changed form silently, but you do, just long enough to steal outside and gather the wild fruit from a tree that sings softly to itself.", "You wait for silence, and for clouds to pass over the moon. It takes every bit of your concentration to move your unfamiliar, changed form silently, but you do, just long enough to steal outside and gather the wild fruit from a thicket of thorny bushes.")
(display: "The Queen's wishes, though she be not here.")
(set: $loopcount to it + 1)
[[Take stock of yourself]] Double-click this passage to edit it."You don't like the form I've gifted you?" the Queen asks, feigned surprise, sly, sadistic pleasure. "Then I shall give you another." She snaps her fingers, and the anger drains away from you. You are cold, hollow, and awaiting her commands.
(display: "The Queen's wishes")"Are you ashamed of the form I've given you?" the Queen asks, feigned concern, sly, sadistic pleasure. "Then I shall give you another." She snaps her fingers, and your attention is pulled sharply to your mistress, unable to conceive of looking away. She beckons, and you come to her.
(display: "The Queen's wishes")She drinks your flattery, accepting it as her due, and waits for the request to follow - because, surely, you want something from her. Don't you? What do you ask?
[["If I may dare to suggest, my Queen. Wouldn't your humble canvas be perfected if just one thing were changed?"|Request]]
[["Thank you for this body, my Queen. I wish to remain as I am."|Remain]]
[["Thank you for these changes, my Queen. Please shape me as you see fit."|Reshape]]Double-click this passage to edit it.(print: (body of $appearance) of $bodydesc)
(print: (arms of $appearance) of $armdesc)
(print: (legs of $appearance) of $legdesc)
(print: (junk of $appearance) of $junkdesc)
(print: (skin of $appearance) of $skindesc)
(print: (horns of $appearance) of $horndesc)
(print: (eyes of $appearance) of $eyesdesc)
(print: (mouth of $appearance) of $mouthdesc)
[[Before too long, the Queen comes.|The Queen's Pleasure]](either: "The Queen takes a fancy tonight to posing you like a taxidermied beast; ordering you into this stance and that. Seated. On all fours. Rampant and snarling. Her magic holds you fixed in position, even when she decides to sample the pleasures of a particular pose, and holds you while her jism trickles down your leg thereafter.", "The Queen brings a tooled leather harness and a riding crop, and declares her intent to reinforce her pet's training tonight. You never were able to disobey her commands, but she so relishes the opportunity to leave welts when you aren't prompt or proper enough. Sit. Roll over. *Beg.* She leaves you with at least a dozen stinging cuts by the time she's satisfied by your obedience.", "The Queen coaxes you into her lap, petting and stroking you, cooing and making much of her darling pet. She allows you to lick impossibly sweet honey from her fingers. She praises you, sharp claws scratching gently under your chin. You end up rutting against her thigh, whimpering, mewling, never receiving more than the lightest teasing touch.", "Her servants lead you outside into the forest, leering and smirking. \"You must run, beast,\" they tell you. \"Give the queen a good hunt.\" Something otherworldly is already baying on your trail.
You flee into the fairy wood, with elves like long, sinewy hounds giving chase. Fleet where your transformed limbs are clumsy and certain of their path where you know nothing, they toy with you easily. They finally bring you down in a meadow of dizzyingly fragrant wildflowers, pinning you until the Queen arrives.
She takes you right there in the field, no ceremony, her hounds all around you. She ruts you like the beast she's made of you, and when she's had her fill, she slings you across the back of her steed to bring back to her bower.")(if: legs of $appearance is 0 and (junk of $appearance <= 2))[She pulls you into her arms and down onto the silk-covered ground. Your tail slides nervously across the carpets, bunches them up under its heavy, clumsy weight. Her fingers coax your dick into hardness, then guide it into her; she rides you, with long, sensuous rolls of her hips, and you wind your tail around her, delirious with the passionate desire to hold her close.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 0 and (junk of $appearance is 3))[She pulls you into her arms and down onto the silk-covered ground. Your tail slides nervously across the carpets, bunches them up under its heavy, clumsy weight. She rubs her cock over the triangular fold where your genitals once were, lubricating the sensitive area with her juices. When it's slick, and you're shivering, she thrusts between your thighs, taking advantage of how closely the twined-together remnants of your legs are squeezed. She moans and purrs her satisfaction as you wind your tail around her, delirious with the passionate desire to hold her close.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 0 and (junk of $appearance is 4))[She pulls you into her arms and down onto the silk-covered ground. Your tail slides nervously across the carpets, bunches them up under its heavy, clumsy weight. She rubs her cock over the triangular fold where your legs once properly split, mingling her juices with yours. When it's slick, and you're shivering, she thrusts between your thighs, taking advantage of how closely the twined-together remnants of your legs are squeezed. Every stroke glides past your clit delightfully, but reminds you how much your clenching hole wishes it could be filled. She fucks your thighs with long, sensuous rolls of her hips, and you wind your tail around her, delirious with the passionate desire to hold her close.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 1)[She is wearing, tonight, a harness and a dildo made of carved, polished wood. She takes you by the base of the tail and bends you over a cushioned bench. When you squirm, her free hand comes down, solid and stinging, on your ass. "Behave, my lion bold," she murmurs, giving you a caress (which contains the barest hints of clawed nails). The smooth, lubricated hardness of her strap spreads your ass open, inch by inch. Your claws bite into the silken rugs, your tail thrashes in the air, and your ass clenches around your mistress's cock each time she swats you again - and she does, many times, until you are wrung out and she is satisfied.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 2 and arms of $appearance is not 3)["Kneel before me," she orders, and you fold your delicate legs beneath yourself almost before you've properly understood her words. "Tonight, you will massage my legs and my feet. Worship me." You do your best, considering the strange hands she's given you. Before long, you lean in to use your lips and tongue, and she purrs appreciatively, relaxing a bit further into your caresses. "Good," she praises you, and "Just like that." "There, again. A bit more." Then, "Enough." She rests a hand on the back of your head, scratching idly, and you lean against her leg, full of quiet contentment at having pleased her.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 2 and arms of $appearance is 3)["Kneel before me," she orders, and you carefully fold your delicate legs beneath yourself almost before you've properly understood her words. "Tonight, you will massage my legs and my feet. Worship me." With no hands to fulfil her request, you hesitate, then lean in to use your lips and tongue. She purrs appreciatively, relaxing into your caresses. "Good," she praises you, and "Just like that." "There, again. A bit more." Then, "Enough." She rests a hand on the back of your head, scratching idly, and you lean against her leg, full of quiet contentment at having pleased her.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 3)[She arranges you on the ground before her seat, forcing you onto your back and taking your legs up into her lap. One of her feet rests, lightly and casually, between your legs. "Tonight I want you to pleasure me like so, pet," she declares, guiding one of your taloned feet to her half-hard cock. You can do nothing but obey - feeling horribly clumsy, horribly bestial, terrified of accidentally bringing your claws to bear, unable to get a proper look at what you're doing. Still, as you find your rhythm, she sighs out her pleasure, presses her foot down sometimes firmly in reprimand and sometimes in a soft roll of reward. Her release splatters over you, and tingles softly on your skin.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4 and junk of $appearance is 0)[She lifts you easily into her arms, two hands gripping your hips and two supporting your shoulders as she tilts you back. She brings your cock to her lips, smirking at your expression as she runs her tongue up the length of your blended genitals - over your lips, and smoothly up the underside of your shaft. Her mouth is warm, slick, utterly perfect. She closes her mouth over your cockhead just in time to swallow your release, lapping teasingly at it as your pussy spasms with little aftershocks and stars burst behind your eyes.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4 and junk of $appearance is 1)[She lifts you easily into her arms, two hands gripping your hips and two supporting your shoulders as she tilts you back. She brings your tentacle-cock to her lips, smirking at your expression as she takes your squirming length into her mouth - then, flawlessly, down and down her throat, apparently unbothered no matter how it thrashes. Her mouth is warm, slick, utterly perfect. Your head lolls back as you surrender to the pleasure, and stars burst behind your eyes.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4 and junk of $appearance is 2)[She lifts you easily into her arms, two hands gripping your hips and two supporting your shoulders as she tilts you back. She brings your sheathed cock to her lips, smirking at your expression as she runs her tongue over your fat, sensitive balls. Her mouth is warm, slick, utterly perfect. Even once fully coaxed from its sheath, your shy little cock never reaches the back of her throat - but your copious release, when it comes, overwhelms her ability to swallow and dribbles from the corner of her mouth. Through the stars bursting behind your eyes, you can just make it out when she licks her lips and smirks.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4 and junk of $appearance is 3)[She lifts you easily into her arms, two hands gripping your hips and two supporting your shoulders as she tilts you back. She brings your nullified crotch to her lips, smirking at your expression as she runs her tongue over the tender patch where something was taken away from you. Her mouth is warm, slick, utterly perfect. She nibbles and sucks, arousing you just as much from the perverse appearance of her head between your thighs as the sensation, but of course none of it brings you over the edge of orgasm. She lowers you into her lap, dazed and dizzy with unfulfiled desire, and laughs like chiming bells.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4 and junk of $appearance is 4)[She lifts you easily into her arms, two hands gripping your hips and two supporting your shoulders as she tilts you back. She brings your muff to her lips, smirking at your expression as she runs her tongue over the folds of your pussy. Her mouth is warm, slick, utterly perfect. She fastens her lips around your clit and sucks, nipping teasingly at it as your hole clenches and shudders with aftershocks and stars burst behind your eyes.](else:)[Error.]Her eyes gleam speculatively. "My gifts are not to your liking? I suppose, since I am in a generous mood... what would you have me change, pet?"
(set: $loopcount to it + 1)
[[Body.]]
[[Arms.]]
[[Legs.]]
[[Genitals.]]
[[Skin.]]
[[Eyes.]]
[[Mouth.]]
[[Horns.]]The Queen smiles, like a cat regarding its prey. "You enjoy the form I've given you that much? How sweet. Then you may remain as you are, for now."
(set: $loopcount to it + 1)
[[She kisses you on the forehead and sweeps away, leaving you to yourself.|Take stock of yourself]] "I'm so glad you understand," the Queen purrs, stroking a hand down your back. "I love remaking you, my pet. You'll always be something strange, unique, and new. Let me choose another gift for you."
(display: "The Queen's wishes")She takes you into her lap, and presses (either: "a tart black cherry", "a slice of orange", "a cluster of round grapes", "a golden raspberry", "a single small blueberry", "a fat, juicy plum", "a silver apple with a metallic sheen", "a sugared flower petal", "a downy-fuzzed peach", "a subtly glistening nectarine") to your lips.
(display: "Your body changes.")
[[The Queen runs her eyes over your new body appreciatively, but an elf steals into the bower and whispers in her ear; she sighs, and leaves you for some other business.|Take stock of yourself]] She hums, and beckons you to take (either: "a golden raspberry", "a blood-red berry", "a candied slice of ginger", "a delicate pink cherry", "a spicy-smelling berry", "a sweet-smelling fig", "a delicately filigreed berry", "a fat, juicy plum", "an ivory-white grape", "a slice of drippingly juicy peach") from her hand. You bow your head to do so, and take her fingers into your mouth with it.
(display: "Your arms change.")
[[The Queen rests her chin on her palm to watch you change, a smile on her perfect lips, but once the transformation is done, she briskly takes her leave.|Take stock of yourself]] She stands to her full height, looming over you, and leans in to cup your cheek in her hand. With the other, she offers you (either: "an apple with delicate pink flesh", "a pear that smells of roses and honey", "a pitted, stemless black cherry", "a richly sweet-smelling berry", "a delicately golden raspberry", "a glistening-oil blackberry", "half a fig, with blood-red insides", "a tart ice-blue apple", "a slice of ripe, sour mango", "a purple berry streaked with white"), and you bow your head to take it.
(display: "Your legs change.")
[[As you sway, unsteady in your transforming body, the Queen scoops you into her arms as if you weigh nothing, and deposits you on the velvet-cushioned bed of your prison to await her next pleasures.|Take stock of yourself]] She strokes your cheeks, and the back of your head, and allows you to eat (either: "a handful of wild blueberries", "a handful of bloody-looking pomegranate seeds", "a pear with snowy-white flesh", "a purple fruit, its underside shading to red,", "a slice of lemon preserved in sugar", "an apple covered with wrinkles and lumps", "a peach, cleanly pitted (its skin only broken by one small puncture)", "a handful of blackberries with an iridescent sheen", "several juicy yellow berries", "a silver apple with a metallic sheen") from her palm.
(display: "Your skin changes.")
[[The Queen presses a kiss to your skin, in all the raw newness of it, and instructs you to behave in her absence.|Take stock of yourself]] She kisses your eyelids, two feather-delicate touches, and gives you (either: "a cluster of deep-indigo grapes", "a golden strawberry with silver seeds", "an apricot that smells of clover honey", "a small, sour lime", "an apple, skin covered in curling filigree lines", "what looks like a rough crystal, only stem and leaves betraying it to be fruit", "half an orange, with pale pink flesh", "a thin slice of delicately sweet watermelon", "a vibrantly green pear", "a pair of cherries, stems still joined, one white and one red"). She watches you devour it, her own eyes hungry.
(display: "Your eyes change.")
[[By the time you understand how to see again, the Queen is gone.|Take stock of yourself]] She draws you into a deep kiss, and you taste (either: "bitter honey", "cherry juice", "tart orange", "sweet honey", "sweet wine", "strawberry", "crisp mint", "peach and mango", "a single pomegranate seed", "rose petals") on her tongue.
(display: "Your mouth changes.")
[[The Queen leaves while your throat is still raw and new, garbling whatever you might have called after her.|Take stock of yourself]] The Queen runs a hand over the back of your neck, stroking, inducing you to tilt your head back. She presses a kiss between your eyes, and a (either: "slice of sweet, fleshy peach", "droplet of spicy-sweet honey", "thin slice of honeydew", "tart, sweet strawberry", "soft, juicy grape", "deliciously sour slice of orange", "raspberry the color of blood", "square of dark chocolate", "single pomegranate seed", "juicy, dripping plum") between your lips.
(display: "Your horns change.")
[[The Queen brushes a hand over your forehead, a last careless caress, and leaves you alone, for the moment.|Take stock of yourself]] The Queen laughs, a high, clear, bell-like tone, and spreads her legs. She pours (either: "shimmering golden honey", "blueberry syrup", "rose syrup", "melted chocolate", "sweet-sour honey", "sugary maple syrup", "date syrup", "bitter honey-wine", "thick, sticky molasses", "dark red wine") over (either: "her stirring cock", "the folds of her pussy") and holds you there until you've licked away the last drops.
(display: "Your junk changes.")
[[She leaves you to your own new pleasures, no matter how much you plead.|Take stock of yourself]] (either: (display: "Your arms change."), (display: "Your horns change."), (display: "Your junk changes."), (display: "Your legs change."))
(either: (display: "Your mouth changes."), (display: "Your body changes."), (display: "Your eyes change."), (display: "Your skin changes."))(if: mouth of $appearance is 0)[Your mandibles melt and run together. Your long, thin proboscis draws in on itself and plumps out.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 1)[Your tusks and fangs feel brittle and light as they begin to shrink.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 2)[Your small, sharp fangs ache, like you've bitten into something too sweet or too cold.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 3)[Your oversized tongue retreats into your mouth with a final wet slurp.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 4)[Your puffy lips tingle with a thousand little pinpricks.]
(set: mouth of $appearance to ((mouth of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: mouth of $appearance is 0)[Your jaw splits and fragments into new ways of opening. Several complex mandibles, some specialized for cutting, some for grinding, unfold like a flower from you.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 1)[Your teeth grow like daggers are being stabbed through your jaw, abruptly and violently bristling into thick tusks, sharp fangs.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 2)[You run your tongue trepidatiously over your teeth and find them in neat rows; tiny, identical, and sharp.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 3)[You choke on a mouthful of drool, your tongue feeling thick and heavy. It rapidly becomes too large for your mouth, uncomfortable until you give in and allow it to loll out.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 4)[Your face softens, and your lips draw together into a pout - which exaggerates itself more and more, turning you into a cartoonish parody.](if: eyes of $appearance is 0)[Your vision colorfully distorts, kaleidoscope-like, as your compound eyes bubble and fuse together.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 1)[Your sight blurs, shapes wavering before your eyes and colors blending together.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 2)[Your eyes water, tears slipping involuntarily down your cheeks.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 3)[You blink and find your eyes won't open, at least for a moment.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 4)[A faint ribbon of smoke trickles from your eyes, and your vision fades, for just a moment.]
(set: eyes of $appearance to ((eyes of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: eyes of $appearance is 0)[Your vision fragments into mirrors and angles you can barely make sense of. A looming headache threatens until your mind begins compensating for your new compound vision.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 1)[Colors and edges seem keener in your new vision, more vivid.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 2)[When it clears, the bower seems brighter, if somewhat washed out; or perhaps you're simply seeing better in the dark.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 3)[When it clears, your new sight is murkier and colors are less distinct, although any movement stands out to you sharply.](elseif: eyes of $appearance is 4)[You blink and stare around yourself, trying to make sense of your new vision. Everything around you is dark, but objects are outlined in wavering auras of color, beautiful and strange.](if: skin of $appearance is 0)[Your shaggy fur stands on end, rippling and puffing out.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 1)[Your scales begin to shed, falling from your skin like a rain of glitter.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 2)[Your skin tingles and itches, your fine, velvety pelt shivering.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 3)[Your chitin peels away from you in solid, thick plates, a metamorphosis.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 4)[Your crystalline skin fragments and fractures painlessly, becoming something new.]
(set: skin of $appearance to ((skin of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: skin of $appearance is 0)[A ruff of thick fur grows around your neck, settling into place with a shake of your head.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 1)[Your skin separates into small, fine scales, each one glimmering beautifully when it catches the light.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 2)[A wave of little tickles spreads up and down your body as it grows a fine, even coat of fur.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 3)[Your skin splits along the joints and hardens everywhere else, becoming armor-like, iridescent, and strange.](elseif: skin of $appearance is 4)[You watch in fascination as your body becomes faceted and craggy, more like rock or crystal than living flesh, though you're as flexible as ever.](if: horns of $appearance is 0)[Tiny, delicate, dried petals and leaves fall over your face and shoulders, as autumn comes to the vines that grow over your horns.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 1)[You feel the accustomed weight of your obsidian horns finally lessen as they shrink, disorienting you with the sudden lightness.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 2)[Your antennae shiver and stand rigid in the air, anticipating some kind of change.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 3)[Your featherlike antennae shrivel and wither, falling limply over your shoulders.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 4)[Your forehead aches briefly as your crown of knobbly horns smooth and retreat back into your skull.]
(set: horns of $appearance to ((horns of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: horns of $appearance is 0)[Antlers sprout from your head, coated in itching velvet. When the velvet splits, you can smell the perfume of flowers and new-growing things.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 1)[A chill like ice spreads over your forehead as two long, elegant horns begin to grow - and continue growing, the weight forcing you to bow your head.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 2)[It's only when you become aware of the taste of the air and the minute vibrations it contains that you realize you've grown a pair of long, slim antennae.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 3)[A pair of thick antennae burst from your temples and branch out into thick, feathery things, fanning to catch all the smells of the air.](elseif: horns of $appearance is 4)[A hot ache grows all along the crown of your forehead until a series of small, bony horns finally burst free.](if: body of $appearance is 0)[The softness hanging off your frame begins to melt away and firm up, filling your body with heat and warmth.](elseif: body of $appearance is 1)[You writhe as aches shoot up your spine, your body feeling increasingly compressed, tight, and stiff.](elseif: body of $appearance is 2)[Your breasts feel hot and tight, the excess nipples below your first pair melting back into your flesh.](elseif: body of $appearance is 3)[Your hips and ass tense painfully, the excess weight they're carrying shifting as if you're being squeezed and compressed.](elseif: body of $appearance is 4)[The maw in your stomach presses its lips together, satiated for the first time, and then melts away.]
(set: body of $appearance to ((body of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: body of $appearance is 0)[Your flesh puffs out like rising dough, soft, curvy weight settling over every inch of you.](elseif: body of $appearance is 1)[You double over as a tingle runs through your spine, feeling your torso stretch like taffy and your stomach hollow like a starving man's.](elseif: body of $appearance is 2)[Your breath comes heavy, and your chest heaves with every breath; it swells into round, wobbling tits, not two but several, rows of them down your chest and belly.](elseif: body of $appearance is 3)[Your stomach drops, and a burst of warm desire entices you to squirm and roll your hips as they grow, becoming wide and soft and heavy.](elseif: body of $appearance is 4)[Your belly expands into a cavern - at least the sudden fierce hunger that seizes you feels it must be so. You groan, and drool, and that oversized stomach yawns open as a toothy mouth, the better to satisfy its cravings.](if: arms of $appearance is 0)[Your third and fourth arms sag, then fall away - quite painlessly, as if you were a tree shedding leaves.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1)[Your clumsy paws stretch and flex, the thick fingers beginning to twist into new shapes.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 2)[Your hooves itch, then fall away, crumbling even before they hit the ground.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 3)[Your shoulders crackle and push outwards, bone and flesh rapidly growing as your arms are restored to you.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 4)[You stretch your fingers wide, fighting against a growing tension that pulls them to a shorter, softer shape.]
(set: arms of $appearance to ((arms of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: arms of $appearance is 0)[Your arms crack, and split into pairs - four thin, spindly arms, jointed oddly, fingers like delicate needles.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1)[Your hands feel heavy, muffled, half-formed, puffing out into mittenlike paws.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 2)[Your fingers become cloven, crystalline hooves, not without their elegance but lacking any kind of dexterity.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 3)[Your arms shrink, wither, and end, leaving you with nothing at all.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 4)[Electric tingles run down your arms as you stretch them, as they lengthen, as dangerous claws grow from your fingertips.](if: legs of $appearance is 0)[Your 'tail' untwists and untwines into a pair of legs, the sensation painless but strange.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 1)[Your paws flex, claws digging into the plush carpet beneath you, and begin to change.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 2)[Your delicate legs thicken and bulk out, hooves softening and disappearing.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 3)[Your taloned legs go slack, feeling stiff and strange as they shrink.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4)[The stumps of your legs ache as they slowly begin to grow, sensitive new flesh blossoming from you.]
(set: legs of $appearance to ((legs of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: legs of $appearance is 0)[Your legs soften and twirl together, painlessly, the flesh melting together into a serpentine tail, although the split of your crotch is preserved.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 1)[Your legs twist, your feet stretch into broad catlike pads. You startle when something brushes against the back of your new legs, and only then realize you have a tufted tail.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 2)[Your legs shrink and slim so much so that you fear for their ability to hold you upright, especially ending in tiny, cloven hooves.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 3)[Your thighs creak and lengthen, and your calves, and your very toes - reshaped into a bird's talons, long and sharp-clawed.](elseif: legs of $appearance is 4)[Your feet become shapeless, your legs shorter every moment, melting like candle wax until the barest stumps are left behind.](if: junk of $appearance is 0)[Your cock hardens painfully and your hole clenches, both halves of your dual genitals tensing in anticipation.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 1)[Your phallus writhes and twists a final time and goes still, limply hanging down.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 2)[Your cock hardens, jerks, and releases a passionless torrent of seed, your oversized balls going tight.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 3)[The skin between your legs begins to tingle and heat, anticipating some kind of change.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 4)[The cillia inside your hole clench in waves, a shudder going up and down your body.]
(set: junk of $appearance to ((junk of $appearance + (random: 1, 4)) % 5))(if: junk of $appearance is 0)[Your flesh wavers between shapes for a second, pushing inwards and outwards at once, and you end up with both a cock and a pussy, somehow harmonious with each other, not unnatural.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 1)[Your cock grows longer, impressively long, and when it brushes against your thigh, it springs not into hardness but fluid tentacle-like motion you can barely control.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 2)[A pair of heavy, virile balls hangs between your legs, more fluid seeming to pump into them with every heartbeat. Your cock seems almost like an afterthought, shyly withdrawing into a sheath that develops above them.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 3)[Your flesh runs like candle wax, then settles, leaving you with nothing at all between your legs. The skin is smooth and tender, perhaps a little sensitive, and you're left with an ache you have no idea how to satisfy.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 4)[A vaginal opening pushes deep into your body, and you imagine you can feel every centimeter, cavernous and sensitive. When it clenches, the walls of it ripple deliciously, and strings of fluid drip down.]{(if: ($loopcount % 4) is 0)[(either: (display: "Body."), (display: "Mouth."))]
(elseif: ($loopcount % 4) is 1)[(either: (display: "Horns."), (display: "Eyes."))]
(elseif: ($loopcount % 4) is 2)[(either: (display: "Arms."), (display: "Legs."))]
(elseif: ($loopcount % 4) is 3)[(either: (display: "Genitals."), (display: "Skin."))]
(set: $loopcount to it + 1)}(if: arms of $appearance is 0)[She brings a coil of thin, tough rope and winds a web of knots around each of your four delicate wrists, suspending you from the ceiling of the bower with arms spread wide. You hang there, a squirming sculpture for her to admire. She paces around you, reaching to caress, squeeze, pinch at unpredictable times. With a growl, "//Mine//," she winds her arms around you from behind and sinks her teeth into the join of your neck and shoulder. Your arms are nerveless and trembling when she finally lets you down.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1 and junk of $appearance is 0)["Come here," she orders, patting her lap. Her cock is stirring into full hardness. You obey, and she spreads open the folds of your entrance, guides you to mount her. "That's right, pet," she murmurs. "Ride me. Touch me." You roll your hips, bouncing in her lap, and she guides your clumsy paws to her perfect breasts. You knead and caress, using the soft sensitive pads of your short fingers. She makes soft, pleased noises, praises you in a murmur, and smiles jagged-fanged pleasure when your throbbing cock pulses come over her chest and stomach. "Good pet. Clean that up," she purrs.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1 and junk of $appearance is 1)["Come here," she orders, patting her lap. Her cock is stirring into full hardness. You obey, and she reaches behind to press a finger into your ass, then guides you to mount her. "That's right, pet," she murmurs. "Ride me. Touch me." You roll your hips, bouncing in her lap, and she guides your clumsy paws to her perfect breasts. You knead and caress, using the soft sensitive pads of your short fingers. Your writhing tentacle-cock squirms against her belly. She makes soft, pleased noises, praises you in a murmur, and smiles jagged-fanged pleasure when you come over her chest and stomach. "Good pet. Clean that up," she purrs.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1 and junk of $appearance is 2)["Come here," she orders, patting her lap. Her cock is stirring into full hardness. You obey, You obey, and she reaches behind to press a finger into your ass, then guides you to mount her. "That's right, pet," she murmurs. "Ride me. Touch me." You roll your hips, bouncing in her lap, and she guides your clumsy paws to her perfect breasts. You knead and caress, using the soft sensitive pads of your short fingers. She makes soft, pleased noises, praises you in a murmur, and smiles jagged-fanged pleasure when you come explosively over her chest and stomach, squeezing your oversized balls to coax still more from you. "Good pet. Clean that up," she purrs.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1 and junk of $appearance is 3)["Come here," she orders, patting her lap. Her cock is stirring into full hardness. You obey, and she reaches behind your smooth, nullified crotch to press a finger into your ass, then guides you to mount her. "That's right, pet," she murmurs. "Ride me. Touch me." You roll your hips, bouncing in her lap, and she guides your clumsy paws to her perfect breasts. You knead and caress, using the soft sensitive pads of your short fingers. She makes soft, pleased noises, praises you in a murmur, and smiles jagged-fanged pleasure when you collapse into her arms, dizzy with overstimulation but unable to reach any kind of orgasm. "Good pet. A little longer for me," she purrs.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 1 and junk of $appearance is 4)["Come here," she orders, patting her lap. Her cock is stirring into full hardness. You obey, and she spreads open the folds of your entrance, guides you to mount her. "That's right, pet," she murmurs. "Ride me. Touch me." You roll your hips, bouncing in her lap, and she guides your clumsy paws to her perfect breasts. You knead and caress, using the soft sensitive pads of your short fingers. She makes soft, pleased noises, praises you in a murmur, and smiles jagged-fanged pleasure when your cilia-lined inner walls ripples and clenches over her cock, a powerful orgasm singing through your nerves. "Good pet. A little longer for me," she purrs.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 2)["Tonight, we will play a game," she announces, setting out a stack of shallow bowls on the rug before you. One is full of smooth, round pearls, beautiful confections of purple and gold and silver and rose, and four are empty. "You will sort these by color," the Queen explains, "and if you complete the task before this candle burns down, I will set you free in the human world wearing whatever shape you choose. If you cannot, I will use you until I am satisfied." You look down at the hooves she's given you, but know better than to object.
You struggle to so much as pick up any pearl, let alone a specific one, let alone move it to another bowl. She reclines on her seat and watches you, laughing aloud when you fumble, chiding you when one pearl drops to the ground and rolls away. The candle burns down. She takes her pleasure from you.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 3 and legs of $appearance >= 1 and junk of $appearance <= 2)[She closes shackles around your ankles, fastening them to either end of a bar of dark wood, and steps back to admire your squirming, helpless form. With no arms to speak of, you have no chance of breaking free - no way to cover your mouth when the Queen kneels beside you and fondles your cock into hardness, drawing out moans and heavy breaths. "You're nothing but a worm," she murmurs, twisting her fingers skillfully. "You are a miserable, squirming beast. You are here because it amuses me. Thank me for the luxuries and pleasures I've allowed you." You babble out thanks and praise, whatever your mistress wants to hear, whatever keeps her hand moving. You know everything she says is true.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 3 and legs of $appearance >= 1 and junk of $appearance is 3)[She closes shackles around your ankles, fastening them to either end of a bar of dark wood, and steps back to admire your squirming, helpless form. With no arms to speak of, you have no chance of breaking free - no way to cover your mouth when the Queen kneels beside you and presses a plug of vibrating, tingling magic into your ass, drawing out moans and heavy breaths. "You're nothing but a worm," she murmurs, grinding the heel of her hand across your featureless crotch. "You are a miserable, squirming beast. You are here because it amuses me. Thank me for the luxuries and pleasures I've allowed you." You babble out thanks and praise, whatever your mistress wants to hear, whatever keeps her hand moving. You know everything she says is true.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 3 and legs of $appearance is 0)[She closes a shackle around the end of your tail and hauls you up to suspend from the ceiling, standing back to admire your squirming, helpless form. With no arms to speak of, you have no chance of breaking free - no way to cover your mouth when the Queen circles behind you and presses a plug of vibrating, tingling magic into your ass, drawing out moans and heavy breaths. "You're nothing but a worm," she murmurs, pinching one of your nipples and rolling it between her claws. "You are a miserable, squirming beast. You are here because it amuses me. Thank me for the luxuries and pleasures I've allowed you." You babble out thanks and praise, whatever your mistress wants to hear, whatever keeps her hand moving. You know everything she says is true.](elseif: arms of $appearance is 4)[She bears you to the ground underneath her weight, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. "Look what a beautiful weapon I've made of you," she murmurs in your ear, your face pressed into a woven rug. "Do you wish you could sink those claws into my flesh?" Any response you might make is garbled when she presses the fingers of another hand into your mouth, and destroyed by an involuntary moan as she grinds down against your ass. "Do you yearn for me to order you to rend my enemies to pieces?" She kisses your temple, an unexpectedly tender gesture, as your fingers flex and your long, sinewy arms strain. "Either one is useless, pet. You were made this way for my pleasure. Never forget that."](if: junk of $appearance is 3)["What a pathetic creature you've become," she sneers, lifting you into her lap and running fingers over everything you've lost - the remnants of your arms, the stumps of your legs, the smooth nothingness between them. "I've taken it all away from you, haven't I? You only exist as a toy for my pleasure now. Thank me for it, pet. Show me your gratitude." You murmur your thanks, and show it with your lips and tongue when she guides you to her breast, and lower - whatever she asks. You're helpless before her.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 0)["What a pathetic creature you've become," she sneers, lifting you into her lap and running fingers over everything you've lost - the remnants of your arms, the stumps of your legs. "You only exist as a toy for my pleasure. I'm going to use you now. Thank me for it, pet." You murmur your thanks, cry them out as she fingers your pussy, scream them when she rides your cock - whatever she asks. You've been pared down to essentials, everything that your mistress truly needs.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 1)["What a pathetic creature you've become," she sneers, lifting you into her lap and running fingers over everything you've lost - the remnants of your arms, the stumps of your legs. Your tentacle-cock, the last piece of you that's at least somewhat prehensile, twitches and squirms uselessly. "You only exist as a toy for my pleasure. I'm going to use you now. Thank me for it, pet." You murmur your thanks, cry them out as she squeezes the base of your cock, scream them when she rides the thrashing, squirming appendage - whatever she asks. You're nothing but the base of a living dildo, and at that moment it's all you hope to be.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 2)["What a pathetic creature you've become," she sneers, lifting you into her lap and running fingers over everything you've lost - the remnants of your arms, the stumps of your legs. She hooks a finger roughly into your sheath, impatient. "You only exist as a toy for my pleasure. I'm going to use you now. Thank me for it, pet." You murmur your thanks, cry them out as she squeezes your tender balls, scream them when she rides you and milks you dry of come - whatever she asks. You feel wrung out to nothing, and deeply satisfied all the same.](elseif: junk of $appearance is 4)["What a pathetic creature you've become," she sneers, lifting you into her lap and running fingers over everything you've lost - the remnants of your arms, the stumps of your legs. She slips her fingers into your slick, drooling pussy. They stretch you so easily, you think she could fit her entire hand inside. You desperately want her to. "You only exist as a toy for my pleasure. I'm going to use you now. Thank me for it, pet." You murmur your thanks, cry them out as she pushes you onto her cock, scream them as she pounds you like a living onahole - whatever she asks. You're nothing but a convenient hole, a warm, lubricated, and interestingly textured one. The thought makes you so contented and happy.](either: "She kisses you deeply, more deeply than any human could muster, an insectile proboscis pushing into your throat and filling you with sweet nectar. It intoxicates your senses, flooding your nose and tongue with flowers and pheremones, and you melt into your Queen's arms. She cuddles and caresses you as you slump limply forward, content with your place in the hive.", "She takes you into her lap and buries a dripping, alien ovipositor in your ass, wings fanning and fluttering behind her as she fucks a brood of soft-shelled eggs into you. Each one stretches your hole as it passes, at first to the edge of pain and, eventually, purely to pleasure. The weight settles heavier and heavier in your stomach as you bounce to the rhythm of her thrusts. \"They're only fairy gold, pet,\" she murmurs, afterward, stroking your swollen belly, pressing her fingers in to make you squirm. \"They won't last past the night. Just a little game for my favorite toy. Did you enjoy it?\"", "She asks you to kneel, and a wet, slick ovipositor emerges from her slit for her to rub against your face. \"Open,\" she commands, and you take her into your mouth. The thin lubricant it produces is sour and strange on your tongue. \"Now - swallow.\" The soft jelly eggs stretch your jaw and your throat, each coming too quickly on the heels of the previous for you to find a comfortable rhythm. Still, you manage to swallow them all, and feel them settle heavily in your stomach. You wonder for a moment if these are more fairy food, meant to change you still further - perhaps to amplify the insectoid aspects of your form, sculpt you into the perfect hive worker. No matter how captivating you find the passing fantasy, nothing happens, except that the Queen bends to kiss your forehead, and smirks like she knows both what you were thinking and how you feel about it.")(if: mouth of $appearance is 0)["I want your mouth tonight, pet," the Queen declares, reclining before you on a cushioned chair. Your strange mandibles rasp nervously as you open them a crack, your thin tongue snaking out to taste her - she has both a vagina and a cock, tonight. "Don't be shy." She leans forward impatiently and hooks a finger into the seams of your mouthparts, tugging them open. Your face unfolds like a puzzle-box, painless but strange, the sharpest parts tucking themselves back and revealing soft flesh underneath for your mistress to thrust into. Of course she knows the changed body she's given you better than you do. You wind your tongue around her shaft, swallow her, shift your tongue to thrust into her pussy and lap at her inner walls. "Much better," she gasps, encouraging you to greater efforts with throaty moans of pleasure. After she comes, filling your mouth with two kinds of release, she leans forward to cup and stroke your cheeks, encouraging your mouthparts to settle back into place.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 1)[She has you sprawl across her lap as she works on a piece of light, silvery wood with a small knife, whittling tiny shavings and curls from the short, thick dowel. Periodically, she explores your tusks and fangs with her fingers, a cool and impersonal examination, or she has you bite down on the wooden form to test it against your jaws. It becomes a better and better fit for your crooked, oversized teeth each time, becoming a bit gag tailored for your mutated mouth. There's never a crack nor so much as a splinter on it, even when you bite down hard.
"Very good, my beast," the Queen declares when she's finally satisfied, fastening a strap to either end of the bit and settling the gag in your mouth. "Let's hear how you sound now." Her fingers play idly over your chest, pinching your nipples, squeezing, stroking. You moan, and shiver, and drool around the gag, like the beast she's named you.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 2)[She arranges you in her lap, your back to her front, and pushes two fingers past your lips, resting them against your tongue. "A game, pet," she murmurs in your ear. "If you draw blood, you'll be punished." Abjectly conscious of your razor-sharp teeth, you do your best to hold your jaw slack, even as her other hands grope over your chest, rub between your legs, squeeze your thigh. Drool runs down your chin between shuddering moans. "My most obedient pet," she praises, withdrawing her fingers and tracing them down to grip your neck. Not tight enough to choke, only to remind you of her power to do so, as you shudder and gasp in her arms.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 3)[She takes your floppy, drooling tongue between her fingers and inspects it, rubbing the pad of her thumb absently over it. She tastes of citrus flowers and an earthy, animal musk. "On your back," she orders, and arranges you to her liking before kneeling over your face, lowering herself to grind her pussy over your chin and nose. You bring your oversized tongue to bear willingly, lick and suck until your drool and her juices are sloppily dripping down your face. It feels less like an awkward, clumsy curse and more like a gift, at least for the moment.](elseif: mouth of $appearance is 4)["Put that mouth to their proper use, pet," she sneers, taking you by the back of the head. "It's all you're good for, isn't it?" You wrap those plush, pillowy lips around the head of her cock obediently - not only are they soft, they're intensely sensitive, and the Queen's first rough thrust to the back of your throat feels like heaven. You take her easily, eagerly, savoring every moment. This is, indeed, what you're good for - what you're //made// for.](either: (either: "[[Sneak out that night to steal fae fruit.|Steal]]", "[[Look for a way to take fae fruit for yourself.|Steal]]"), (either: "[[Beg her for a boon.|Beg]]","[[Plead for a moment's favor.|Beg]]"))
(either: (either:"[[Complain about the body she's forced on you.|Argue]]", "[[Rail against her cruel treatment.|Argue]]"), (either: "[[Remain silent, and look away from her.|Silence]]", "[[Turn away and hide yourself.|Silence]]"))
(either: "[[Prostrate yourself and thank her.|Thank her]]", "[[Kiss her feet and murmur flattery.|Thank her]]", "[[Bow your head and praise her wisdom.|Thank her]]")
(either: "[[Keep your eyes low, and ask to make a bargain.|Bargain]]","[[Gather your wits, and make an offer.|Bargain]]", "[[Ask, meekly, if you may trade.|Bargain]]")
(if: ($loopcount % 8) is 0)[(display: "Your body changes.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 1)[(display: "Your horns change.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 2)[(display: "Your arms change.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 3)[(display: "Your junk changes.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 4)[(display: "Your legs change.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 5)[(display: "Your eyes change.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 6)[(display: "Your skin changes.")](elseif: ($loopcount % 8) is 7)[(display: "Your mouth changes.")]
(either: "She weaves you a collar of wickedly-thorned brambles, and wraps the trailing ends around your body for good measure. \"I do hope you'll choose to behave better in the future, my pet,\" she sighs. The vines animate sluggishly as her breath touches them, and they crawl their way across your skin all night, sharp points digging and dragging.", "She gestures, and calls an enormous plant out of the ground. Your confused impression is of something petaled like a carnation or a water lily, but there's not much to see before it opens, like a venus fly-trap, and shuts around you. You're neither crushed nor dissolved, only held in a velvety darkness, molded around your limbs too perfectly to do more than squirm and strain.")You bow your head, make some perfunctory thanks, and keep one eye open. (either: "You sneak out when the thickest clouds cover the moon, keeping to the shadows of the forest. An elf with the head of an owl and a long, copper pike blocks your path and escorts you back to the bower. There is a plate of fruit waiting for you, and the guard does not leave until you agree to take a piece and accept whatever may happen, defeated.", "You sneak out when you hear the distant sounds of music and celebration, some sort of raucous fairy festival that you hope will keep the Queen distracted. The very vines and branches of the forest stop you, winding around your waist to hold you and drag you back. One of the animate plants presses a fragrant fruit to your lips, and you close your eyes and swallow, in surrender.", "You sneak out when you hear hounds baying, horns sounding, and hooves crashing through the forest somewhere distant, a hunt that you hope is keeping the Queen occupied. Unfortunately, the stag must have crossed your path as you searched desperately for some way out of the fairy woods, and it's soon your heels the hounds are baying at. The Queen only laughs when she sees you captured and presented to her, waving a hand in dismissal. The elves of the hunt bear you roughly back to the bower, laughing and taunting you, and force fairy fruit past your lips to jeer some more at the new change.")
(display: "The Queen's wishes, though she be not here.")
(set: $loopcount to it + 1)
[[Take stock of yourself]]