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Minotaur TF

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Alkaios had done it, he'd slain the beast. An intense 45 minute or so battle, which had tested his capabilities in combat to breaking point.
He felt on top of the world. His quest, to kill the Minotaur preying on the local town had been completed. His reward would surely be great, he couldn't think of enough ways to spend the gold, the silver - hell all those gems that were promised to him! His first purchase, would be a nice new sword, one that would break so easily, incase he might have to fight another Minotaur.
The labyrinth was a dark and sinister place. Many a legend surrounded this place, many a curse. Alkaios wasn't one to believe in curses or magic, his acceptance of the existance of these beasts was about as far as his belief extended, especially regarding the inconsistency in the ancient myths and legends.
He started to follow the rope which would lead to the exit of the labyrinth, planning all the way on how he might spend his vast fortune.
The rope kept on going, he'd been following it now for several minutes. Hell, it had only taken him 5 minutes or so to find the Minotaur - well, have the Minotaur find him. He was wondering to himself why it was taking so long. Maybe he was that hyped up, ready to fight the beast earlier that it probably took more time than he remembered.
Eventually, he saw some light, the labyrinth was lit, but poorly lit. The odd shaft of dull light breaking through the ancient roofing, lighting up the space arround him just enough to guide his way through the corridors . The light seemed darker in colour, it was almost blue. He figured that must night have fallen outside. The light was most probably that of the moon, the dust and debris in the labyrinth creating the colour change. He continued.
Upon reaching the end of the rope, he felt uneasy, this certainly wasn't the entrance he had used to enter the labyrinth. He was almost certain of it, though he had been almost certain that he had taken less time earlier that day in entering the labyrinth and finding the minotaur. It had been a stressful day to say the least, he simply must have misjudged the other stuff, after all he wasn't in the best of mentalities knowing what he had to face. He shrugged off his concern, and ventured through the opening.

The blue light was stronger now, wondering where it was coming from, he looked arround. The lightwasn't locked in place, it seemed to be moving of it's own accord, dashing between pillars in a large ancient chamber. He certainly did not recognise this chamber. He couldn't hold his frustration any more, he shouted out into the void demmanding to know who, what, was out there. He heard whispers, and some plaster fell from the wall. He drew his sword, as useless as it might be, it had been enough to slay another Minotaur – after all, it's not the tool that makes the difference it's the workman, and Alkaios was an exceptional fighter.

The whispering drew closer, the light moving in and out of sight more frequently now, it almost seemed as though the light was playing with im. He poised himself, ready for a fight, he knew the fight with the Minotaur had perhaps gone a little too well, so what other dangers waited for him in this god forsaken place?

There was a shuffle behind him, to his right, he heard some stone move along the cold disused floor. He jumped round, and finally caught a glimpse of the light. The bright blue light moved into view a little better, he could here a strange noise coming from it – almost like a fire crackling. The light flickered a little, it seemed to act in a similar way to the oil lamps at home – when he could afford to light them at least. The noise becoming more and more rapid, and with increasingly higher pitch it seemed to be getting more extreme by the second. Then, a flash, so violent, it lit up the whole room, which can now be considered less a room but more so a small city. The noise of the flash, like thunder, resonated down the vast corridors. Alkaios paid little attention to this. Having been transfixed on the light, ready to attack it at any second, he was now stunned, dazed from this highly unexpected turn of events.

His eyes burned intensly, all his senses were going mad, as though he'd been hit by lightning itself. Lifting his left arm to his eyes to try comfort the burning, he was overwhelmed with pain. Keeping a firm grip of his sword, he was prepared to fight for his life. Little did he know, he had already lost.

His fingers ached, as though he'd been carrying heavy weights all day, like he did on his parents farm as a child. This must be the high, the buzz from the kill wearing off, his adreneline had been all but sapped. This complete physical break down was something new to him, he had been great feeling up until now. The misconceptions he'd had during the day, the lights he'd seen, the noises he'd heard could only really point to the conclusion that he was poisened. That, or well, the labyrinth wasn't known for its rich supply of oxygen, he needed to get out of there quickly, he'd clearly walked into somewhere very very dangerous.

In going to stand up he couldn't, he was short for breath, feeling tighter inside his armour. His feet, also feeling tight in his sandles. He must have been poisoned, and he became truly fearful.

The lights started forming again, until now he had been in complete darkness. This gave him an opportunity to find his way out of there. He was getting colder by the second, yet he was buring on the inside. His fingers now, experiencing the most severe pins and needles imaginable. He looked down.

In the dim blue light, he could see legions forming on the end of each finger. This must be some of the poison kicking in, maybe from a spider or a snake he'd not seen in the darkness. As he continued to watch however, he saw the rapidity of the growths. Nothing he knew of had a bite that caused a reaction like this. The growths, hardening, darkening, his skin looked somewhat leathery, like the hide of some animal, his hand spasmed.

An uncontrolable force, stiffened his fingers. They began to fuse at the base, slowly skin crept up between his fingers, not all of them however, just the index and middle finger. The skin stopped as though to pause just below first joint, almost composing itself as it took over the joint. It took some 30 seconds or so for the skin to completely cover and merge at the joint, and hs face screwed up in pain as the bones fused. The skin continued a little further until it met the darker skin. The darker skin swelled, his finger nails fell off, he felt the second set of bones merge beneath the skin. They were'nt just merging however, they were growing.

His skin, stretching at the tip of his finger... his... digit. He felt a hard piece of well... something break through his skin, causing bleeding. This 'something' looked familiar, the shiny black tip to the end of his digit, it looked almost like the tip of a hoof.

He couldn't rationalise anything, he must be halucinating, the poison he has racing through his veins, it must be fatal. This must be his mind playing tricks on him, a kind of evil fairwell to the world.

His feet still swelled in his sandles, he could here the leather creaking, he could feel it rubbing against his feet, causing a great deal of uncomfort. The growth on his hand, seemed to finalise, it wasn't as painful. He tried to bend it, it bent just as it did before, only it was a little stiffer. To his horror, the pattern seemed to start to replicate itself on the ring finger and little finger, he braced himself for another intense run of pain. His horror turned to utter dispair as he noticed his other hand was mirroring the changes.

Not being able to focus on anything for the minute or so that the new changes took, he blanked out, let the changes take place, let the 'imaginary' changes take place. Surely this poison was just about ready to finish him off, he could feel his heart racing, skipping a beat here and there. He felt so tight in his armour he could hardly breath, he knew the end was close.

As the changes to his... his hooves were finished he noticed a distinct lack of dexterity. He could just about hold his sword, which had been gripped firmly the whole time.

Still frozen to the spot, the changes happening to him, they seemed too real.

It's odd, he thought to himself, how the body likes to trick its self just before it shuts down. He was ready, he had come to terms with his fate and waited anxiously for his final breath.

With enough movement left in his new digits, just, he managed to unclip a few items of armour, thus aiding his breathing. The breast plate, proved a little too difficult for his hooved finger tips, so as much as he'd have liked rid of that, he'd have to make do.

Still feeling dizzy, his breathing evened out a little. He was shaking, these new digits, these new hands. He'd never be able to hold his family close agan – hell... he'd never be able to hold the gold, the silver, the gems that awaited him.

He looked over them, the light, still as dull as it was lit the room a little better. It was as though his eye sight was improving in the dark room. He'd heard rumours of people seeing a white light before they die, this must be it, this must be his salvation.

He looked down, his heart dropped a thousand feet. His hands, the rough leathry skin, it was working it's way up his arm. He tried to touch it, but hooves don't offer much in the form of sensitivity, and he could just about make out the difference between his 'human' skin and the new hide.

It felt funny, having experience all that pain, and still experiencing a few little uncomforts, his arms started tingling along the areas of rough skin. He could just about make out, in the light, small hairs forming on his arms. This wasn't hair though, being of mediterainian descent he was naturally quite hairy, but this was something different. I was thicker, more vivid in colour, it resembled that of cattle, no ... as he though about it more – it resembled that of a bull. It was fur.

He'd been sat, slouched in this room for near enough 5 minutes, but it felt like 5 days. He tried to move again, his legs did not let him.

His salvation still hadn't arrived, he was still breathing. Contemplating sticking his sword into his side, he was overwhelmed yet again by pain. This time in his skull. He held his head with his new hands, his head felt smaller than what he was used to, this must've been the growth in his hands.

An invisible force, crushing his skull, he felt the need to let out a cry, but nothing happened. The force had a hold of his throat, he could just about force out a pained breath of air. His voice seemed deeper. This grabbed his attention more than anything, this was audible ... it wasn't visual... it couldn't have been part of the halucination could it?

His mouth, his jaw... Now, Alkaios had taken some punches in his time but this was something else. The whole lower part of his face seemed to be pushing its self forwards, a few centimeters at a time. His noes bled, but this was the least of his concerns. His teeth, they were also going along for the ride, expanding in his now alien mouth. They cut the gums arround them, and he developed what he could only understand to be a much more bovine tongue. He felt preasure growing along the top of his skull, thought this didn't take a psyical form, yet.

After several minutes of intense pain, he again held his head, it felt much longer than before, much stronger. He contemplated trying to use some of his new musculature, however this idea was cut short by the pain in his sandles.

The sandles broke away, which gave a little comfort, however this was short lived. His toes seeming to follow the same pattern as his hands started similar growths. The pain was unbearable. As these changes continued at a much great pace than his fingers, the invisible force now turned it's attention to his heels. Bones broke, forced out of place, the reformed beneath his skin, which wasn't quite as advanced in the process. He felt like his skin would rip at an moment, perhaps the only thing preventing this was the fact that it was much stronger now.

His feet changed to a digitigrade from, and muscles further up his legs grew. The pain, he couldn't bare it. Insted he decided to focus on the warm fuzzy feeling he could feel spreading up from his feet, down from his crotch and around his face from where his hair once was, tingling as it did on his arms.

The changes in his feet stopped momentarily. Was the invisible force, the curse, the 'poison' abating a little, allowing him a little respite. No.

His head errupted, two sharp point broke free of his skin directly of top of his head. They caused an almost limitless ammount of pain, there was no ignoring this one. He phased out again, still holding his head. He sat there crouched, and let the process continue. Every so often he revisited his conscious to see if it had ended. It hadn't, these growths... horns, were going to take quite some time. Feeling physically sick, his senses, his perceptions changed.

He could smell new smells, the smallest of moss on the damp walls the small amount of sweat that had been left on his discarded armour... hell he could even smell beyond that. He could smell the outside, he could smell the Mintoaur, those many many corridors away, it smelled distant, but close also. At first he was expecting another Minotaur somewhere nearby him, hidden in this huge room.

Then it dawned on him, it was much more sinister than that. The shape of his hands, seemed scarily familiar, his new hooved feet, his nose, his teeth, his horns... it all fell into place.

This moment of realisation was rudely under rupted by an intense and excrutiating pain coming from his torso. It was expanding, his rib cage, becoming increasingly larger for his new form. The process needed oxygen, so it increased it's source twicefold. His chest felt ready to explode, just as the leather straps on the breast plate snapped. He was wishing at this point that he'd have perhaps tried a little harder in removing the breastpiece.

His chainmail vest, growing increasingly tight also began to give way, much to his relief.

His spine dislodged, and elongated into a tail, the coarse leather skin and fur following it all the way down to the tip. His genitals, weren't being spared the treatment either. A sheath had started forming at the base of his penis, this sheath would host something a lot more powerful than what he had before. His testes also increased in size, must more in line with his new scale. The last of his humanity slipping away, the changes to his skull finalised.

His body was far greater in mass

The vice on his legs unlocked, he stood up. Standing a good 9 feet tall now, he was un easy on his new legs as his hooves made uneasy steps on the ancient cobbled floor. The last of his tunic, covering his decency had fallen from him.

Slightly more at ease, his changes seemed to have stopped. His muscle mass had increased, well, several times. He could quite easily tear down and throw one of the stone collumns in the room. His eye sight was amazing, his sence of smell even greater than his eye sight. The changes would take a while to get used to, but he liked them almost. He was stronger in this form than he could ever be as, well, as a human. He cast aside his sword, he had no use for that now.

The change that had come upon him however, came at a cost. His new form was far larger than his old form, and it had sapped almost all of his energy, instinct took over.

He set out to feed.
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Xpholeus's avatar
Wonderful! Great picture, And great story!