"Hey boss, this isn't a good idea. These old temples are best left alone." The bodyguard looked around the ancient temple, which they had discovered by chance in the jungle, with a doubtful expression. Her boss slowly pulled down her sunglasses.
"I run the biggest cartel in this depraved region, and you're telling me I can't take everything under my control?"
Before her bodyguard could reply, screams erupted. The workers and others ran past them in a panic. Some were apparently writhing in pain.
A moment later, a woman dressed in a shimmering tribal costume appeared: "Intruders! Get out of the sanctuary, or you'll regret it!"
"Are we in a circus here? Just end the bitch and we'll carry on."
Before her bodyguard could react, she began to writhe in pain. The arms she wielded slipped from her hand as her arm shrank and retracted into her body. Her pants slid down and her legs seemed to fuse together.
"Boss, what... is happening?"
That was all she could say. As her forked, snake-like tongue emerged from her mouth, she could only hiss.
The cartel boss raised her hands defensively and tried to take a few steps back, but stumbled as her legs buckled. She fell on her buttocks and watched as her lower body transformed into a snake's tail. Her smart suit slipped off her shoulders as she shrank smaller and smaller.
The priestess approached her and lifted her with ease. The serpent's body instinctively coiled around the priestess's arm, while her bare torso still appeared human.
"Hey... lady. We can talk, can't we? How about a partnership? I'm rich and powerful."
The priestess simply laughed and almost affectionately stroked the fallen gangster's head.
"Oh, we'll have a wonderful partnership, but I don't need your money for that. Wait a little longer until your chatterbox finally shuts up, then you'll be mine... completely voluntarily."
Tags: creature transformation, snake transformation, shrunken woman, magic
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Story by Callrudy |
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Artwork by Ink Bird Studio-Jean Souza |
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