DDMDC Day 5: Forbidden Fruit (Patreon)

Under a full moon on a lonely island shore, Shanks bit into what he believed was a normal apple he’d found washed up on the sand. A sweet yet kind of different taste at first then it changes like fire.

Agony tore through him. His missing left arm erupted with heat and bone, flesh racing outward in thick red fur until a powerful new arm flexed at his side, black claws gleaming. His body cracked and reshaped as he now began changing. Hips flared, waist cinched, and his chest swelled heavy and full to that of a woman, bursting the front of his white shirt wide open. Red fur grew across his skin and his face pushed forward into a sharp muzzle filled with sharp fangs, pointed ears rose atop his, now her, head. Her voice cracked into a higher, feral feminine growl.

When it ended, the former Emperor stood panting on the wooden pier, staring down at herself in shock. Voluptuous, furred, unmistakably female. Her restored left hand rose instinctively to her bare chest while the right clawed at the air.

“!?”

Shanks, no longer he, but a fierce she-wolf, threw her head back and laughed, wild and free, the sound rolling across the moonlit waves.

“Well,” she rumbled, flexing her brand-new claws, “guess that apple had teeth.”