=== Fursuit TF Poem ===
=== 3 parts ===
I'm not exactly known for my prose, but I've had this building in my head for a few months. Hope you enjoy!
#story #poem #transformation #tf #you #inanimatetf #fursuit #tftuesday #tfeveryday #permanent #consensual #idmc #identitydeath #mentalchange #iambictetrameter #iambictrimeter
=== 1/3 ===
She pulls a zipper from the box
and hands it o'er to you,
You take the chain with shaking hands,
unsure of what to do.
"It's fine, my dear," she reassures
and leads you to the bed.
She lifts your shirt up from your back
and then over your head.
A hand she places on your chest
and gently guides you back.
You lie, responding to her touch,
your body going slack.
The zipper's lain upon your skin
from neck down to your waist,
She smiles and says "it's almost time"
and cups your shaking face.
The moon above breaks through the clouds
and suddenly you sense
the zipper clinging to your skin,
its length becoming tense.
A smile forms upon your lips,
for what comes next you know.
You loose your pants and let them slip
to give your love a show.
A tingling sensation starts
to crawl right up your spine
You know you should be freaking out
But oddly you feel fine
The zipper's closed up to your neck
You take it in your grip
The slider moves down, slowly now
and tooth by tooth it slips
She runs a hand down your bare chest,
she strokes uncovered skin.
A breathy whisper in your ear,
"Soon you will let me in~"
She coaxes the slider away
from your faltering grasp
and teases more the zipper's length;
the feeling makes you gasp.
You cannot see the changes that
are flowing into you,
but you can feel your hollow chest
and know that this is true.
The tickling that you can feel
spreading across your skin
is fur come sprouting up in waves
and making your head spin.
You want to lift your arm and hand
and brush your lover's face,
but no more will your arm respond;
It lies, still, in its place.
You turn your head quite curious
on why you cannot stretch
and see your skin's no longer there,
fabric replaced your flesh.
=== 2/3 ===
You inhale sharp -- at least, you try --
but no breath you intake.
Attention turns back to your chest,
that hollow, pleasant ache.
The zipper's nearly halfway down.
She holds the two sides wide.
Your lover reaches into you
and pets you from inside.
The static is like nothing else
that you have ever known.
Her seeking hand inside your chest
finds neither flesh nor bone.
You lift your head as far as it's
still possible to do,
And see firsthand the stunning change
that has swept over you.
You do not possess limbs as such,
instead just hollow sleeves
Your hands have turned to furry gloves
And paws replaced your feet
The final changes to enact
now move up to your head.
Your neck, though, first does hollow out;
your skull flops back like lead.
Your nose begins to stretch away
and fills much of your view.
Your ears shift up and come to points,
you hear and smell anew.
Your whiskers grow, quite sensitive,
and here your lover halts.
She stands up and looks over you,
admiring these results.
Though you can feel your body still
from tail up to the crown,
Your now-disjointed parts can't move
You're stuck there, lying down
How you can see? You're not quite sure;
you know your eyes aren't real,
Nor how can you, with not a nerve,
Continue on and feel?
These questions and so many more
are stricken from your brain
As now your lover smooths you out
and right there you remain.
She then begins to strip in turn
for now your part is done,
Your zipper has been opened wide
your former form undone.
She lifts your body from the bed
leaving the rest behind;
Your hands and paws and head are there
No longer they're entwined.
She steps in through your zippered front
one slim leg at a time
Then threads her arms into its sleeves.
The feeling is sublime!
=== 3/3 ===
She pulls the zipper so it's closed
from waist up to your neck
She takes it slowly as she can
a slow, sensual trek.
She slips her feet into your paws
and makes a cautious pace.
It feels the movement as she goes,
her progress you can trace.
Next go its hands pulled onto hers,
her fingers move inside.
It's almost like it's moving too,
as though it were alive.
She comes back now and lifts your head
and puts it o'er her own.
Assembled here's where it should be
Just like she's always known.
She walks around the room a bit
to get used to its weight
Her former lover -- now fursuit --
is in its perfect state
She shakes its tail and strikes a pose
and takes a pic or three
Considering that just perhaps
a suit you'll always be~?
=== END ===
CalliEcho
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