Post by Blue on Sept 28, 2010 21:23:55 GMT -5
Hello everyone! This thread is for the lovely Nat. I owe her a fic and two pieces of fanart, since I didn't have enough points to give over for Cornflower. So! Here's both, the fic first, then the arts :3
Title: Transmogrification
Author: Blue
Rating: PG
Character: Cornflower/Cornelius
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2277
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For what seemed like forever, Cornflower, among other Leverets and even some Does, were herded along, to who-knows-where, in chains. It was much harder to hop along, but the little Sorgaire did the best she could. All she could do, was hope.
The day finally came when they stopped, in a land unknown to her. She could hear their captor, whispering orders for them to be fed. They weren't given much, but the food was welcome, and sleep came swiftly afterward. Upon opening her blue eyes, she noticed a stand had been set up, and some Jacks were gathered around, looking right at all of them. Figuring out what was happening, she immediately straightened up and tried to look presentable. The Leveret noticed that the Jacks weren't exactly glancing her way, and she suddenly felt a stab of fear. Sure, she was afraid of Jacks (especially Rodney, she thought with a shiver), but it would certainly be better than to be with the creep who brought them here!
Then she noticed a Highland Doe giving her a look over. Maybe she was looking to purchase her for her Jack? Cornflower waited, her worry mounting ever higher with every second that passed. Soon, a male Leveret came up from behind her and nudged her forward, along with the Torquehelm Doe beside her. They were steered towards the Highland Doe, and her Hisstor Jack named Dorian. He was a rather large Jack, and with all his adornments and the skull fastened to his hand, he was quite intimidating as well. But he was her new Jack now, so she followed him to his Warren without question.
-----
A few months had passed, and quickly Cornflower got used to her new surroundings. It was much hotter here than it had been in the Range, but something like that couldn't get in the way of her duties. She hopped about, helping in every place she could, trying to learn more than she had in her time at Rodney's Warren. She even became more adept in the kitchen, learning to cook a few dishes rather well on her own.
Although she and Clara ended up being in the same Warren, she hardly saw the Josiggy Leveret around. And then one day, she caught a glimpse. But she certainly wasn't a Leveret anymore. She had become a Doe! A rather…interesting looking one at that. She skittered off around the corner so as not to get caught staring. Once she was out of sight, she stopped to think. Maybe she'd kept out of sight because of her looks? Cornflower would never find out, since the very next day, her own life changed dramatically.
----
Sweep, sweep, sweep.
Living in the desert meant lots of sand, and lots of sand meant there was always an opportunity to sweep up around the Warren. The Sorgaire especially made sure that Dorian's quarters were spotless, since he was always one for keeping up appearances. Hopping into the Jack's bedroom, she noticed quite a bit of sand on the floor, so with a small sigh, she began her duties.
Then, something twinkled in the corner of her eye. When she turned towards it, she noticed a blue glass bottle on one of the bedside tables. Dropping her broom, she stepped closer, and cautiously sniffed it. It smelled very faintly of…was that liquor? Whatever it was, it was powerful enough that Cornflower couldn't help but uncork the bottle to get a deeper sniff of the scent. Doing so only made it more intoxicating, and the Leveret soon found herself taking the smallest of sips to taste the liquid inside.
Cornflower's eyes went wide as she came to realize just what she was doing. She immediately put the bottle down, corked it again, and hopped over to her broom to resume her cleaning. How could she just do that? What if Dorian had come in just then? She surely would have been killed for meddling with one of his items. She grabbed the broom up again in her paws and swept like crazy around the room.
Soon, all the sand was swept up and carefully disposed of. Cornflower then went and fetched her feather duster, which consisted of the same rust colored feathers Dorian wore in his hair. She hopped back to the Jack's quarters, and began to dust off all his furniture and trinkets. As she climbed up onto a chair to reach the top of the tallest set of drawers, she noticed another glass bottle, this one a brilliant green color. Looking over her shoulder at the blue bottle, she concluded that they must've come from the same place, possibly a caravan that had passed through recently. The bottles were crafted of the same flawless glass, each with a small crest molded into the neck. The crest was hard to make out, since it was so small, but it must've been the mark of whichever seller Dorian bought the pair from.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she sniffed at the green bottle as well. Surprisingly, she couldn't smell a thing, unlike the blue one, which had been a bit more overpowering. Popping the cork out with ease, as well as silence, she sniffed again, this time smelling another faint odor. This one was almost like a freshly peeled orange, with a little something extra that she couldn't quite place. Temptation got the best of her yet again, and she took a small sip from that bottle as well, scrunching up her nose this time in slight disgust at the taste. Quickly replacing the cork, she dusted the area around the bottle before setting it back down. Well, that had been harmless.
Right?
----
Exactly an hour later, Cornflower was back in her quarters, dusting herself off after completing her duties, when her eyes went wide as excruciating agony rippled throughout her entire body. Suddenly, it felt as if her very insides were twisting right up and out of her. The Leveret doubled over with the pain, nearly blacking out. However, she remained conscious throughout the whole dreadful experience.
Cornflower's whole skeletal system seemed ready to burst at the seams as everything painfully elongated. Her hind legs stretched and grew more powerful, new muscle forming over her strong thighs and hocks. Forelegs became arms, the new joints snapping into place with loud cracks of the bones. As her spine lengthened and her torso changed shape, she was brought down to all fours again, noticing her front paws were changing, looking more like hands as every second passed. "What is happening to me?!" was her only coherent thought during the ordeal. She tried to scream, but with everything evolving so quickly and the torment that accompanied it racking her entire body, she found that that was impossible.
Her eyes grew wide again as she felt something strange happening below her midsection. It was almost as if…no, it couldn't be. She had never really looked down there, but with the unexpected sensations coming from that region, it was hard not to at this point. Everything seemed to be twisting and turning on itself, and in the end, it looked entirely different. And wrong. So very, very wrong.
This whole experience was wrong. What had Cornflower done to deserve something like this happening to her? She looked down at herself, examining her new body as the last bit of the change fell into place. One last crack of her now extended neck, and that was it.
Cornflower's transformation from a Leveret to a Jack was complete.
Sitting on the hard ground, the Rabbit sat still for a few moments, trying to take it all in. Her, or rather, his long tail soon came up to curl around him, as he tried to comfort himself in his new body. In the end, he couldn't fight the tears that poured out and ran down his fur, leaving matted trails in their wake. Sniffling, he suddenly realized he couldn't stay in Dorian's Warren any longer. What would the Jack think if he saw another Jack in a Leveret's living quarters? Would he even recognize Cornflower? The answer that came into his head was a loud, resounding NO.
Cornflower had to be quick on his feet about this. Make it look like she'd been kidnapped. Thankfully, the small quarters had a tiny circular window, which currently showed that nightfall was rapidly approaching. Using his newfound strength, he quickly broke the window open, and began burrowing out of the Warren. That way, it would surely look as if some complete stranger came in and took her.
With relative ease, thanks to his new sharp claws, Cornflower created a hole large enough to get out. Looking back one last time, he decided to rough up the room a little, to make things even more believable. That was the last time Cornflower ever looked back. After climbing through the now gaping hole in the wall, he was out, and quietly snuck away into the night.
----
The next few days were spent dodging from place to place, usually in the evenings, to avoid getting unwanted attention. Jacks were supposed to be regal, in a sense, and to be seen walking around without any clothes would surely bring him shame. Also, there was this constant need that seemed to be present since the transformation. A need to have a Doe. The Jack wasn't sure quite what to do about it in his current state, so he ignored it as much as possible. But, it was always there, nagging him at the back of his mind.
Cornflower also pondered changing his name, since he could still be recognizable with his current one. If he ever came into contact with Dorian again, which was likely, the Hisstor would surely know him by his name alone. That…and it was a bit girly. Cornflower wanted nothing more than to be a proper Jack and blend in with Rabbit society.
The name could be given more thought later. He really needed some clothing, and soon. He had managed to commandeer a cloak off a resting traveller while traveling through the Josiggy Marsh, which helped conceal him better than the dark of night. After wandering westward, he eventually made it back to his homeland of the Range. He didn't dare seek out his parents; they would never believe that he had once been their daughter. He did, however, search for the tailor he'd known little of when he lived here, and that seemed like ages ago. Staying in the alleyways around the shop until nightfall, he only made himself known when he saw the shop owner was just about ready to leave. The older female Sorgaire Leveret was surprised to see the Jack as he was, but ushered him inside her shop nonetheless, willing to help.
----
Cornflower was given refuge in the tailor's back room, which was full of several plush pillows, probably made by the Leveret herself. They helped provide a much better night's sleep, which in turn relieved his mind of his need just a little bit more. He knew then that he'd have to obtain some of the wonderfully comfortable pillows once he had a Warren of his own.
And some Does. Lots of those too.
In the meantime, the tailor worked every spare moment creating an outfit fit for a Jack such as Cornflower. Just five days later, and it was complete. Cornflower was pleasantly shocked at what the Leveret had been able to make for him in such a short amount of time. Standing in front of the mirror with his new suit on, he couldn't believe the change he had made just by putting on the garments. He looked rather…dashing, if he did say so himself. The tailor hopped around him, straightening out any tiny wrinkles that even the Jack couldn't see. "She'd make a pretty good addition to my Warren." Cornflower found himself thinking. He found it quite amazing how easily his mind seemed to adjust to this whole new identity. One day he was a tiny Leveret, worried about her next task to complete, and now he was a Jack and could only think about building up a Warren for himself. Those potions really had changed him…
Once the Leveret was finished fussing over his clothing, she hopped back to let the Jack admire her work in silence. It was really astonishing the amount of detail that was put into it, especially since she only had paws to work with. Even Cornflower couldn't have done such a thing before this had all happened.
Now he wouldn't have to.
The tailor coughed lightly to get the Jack's attention. Once he turned towards her, she asked if what he wore had his approval. Cornflower couldn't help but smile, and responded with a slight bow of his head and a "yes". The Leveret blushed, and spoke her thanks quickly. Then, timidly, she asked for his name. The Jack straightened up at the request, becoming more serious. While he had waited for his clothing to be completed, the thought of a new name crossed his mind again. After struggling to come up with even one name that would suit him for several hours, this one had burst into his head, and strangely, he liked it.
"My name is Cornelius. And you have my thanks."
----
Bidding the tailor and the Range goodbye, Cornelius set off in search of a suitable place in which to start his Warren. Staying in his home Realm would be dangerous, especially if Rodney was still lurking about. But the Jack had faith that a new home would present itself sooner or later, much like his new found name.
Only time would tell.
~~~~
And now for the art! Nat wanted any two of her characters, so here's who I chose:
Cauter!
and George!
There's probably tons of anatomically incorrect bits to each of the pictures (goddamn your hands, George!) but hey, I really did try my hardest! And maybe one day I will color them...
Anyway, I hope you like these, Nat dear! <333
Title: Transmogrification
Author: Blue
Rating: PG
Character: Cornflower/Cornelius
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 2277
~~~~
For what seemed like forever, Cornflower, among other Leverets and even some Does, were herded along, to who-knows-where, in chains. It was much harder to hop along, but the little Sorgaire did the best she could. All she could do, was hope.
The day finally came when they stopped, in a land unknown to her. She could hear their captor, whispering orders for them to be fed. They weren't given much, but the food was welcome, and sleep came swiftly afterward. Upon opening her blue eyes, she noticed a stand had been set up, and some Jacks were gathered around, looking right at all of them. Figuring out what was happening, she immediately straightened up and tried to look presentable. The Leveret noticed that the Jacks weren't exactly glancing her way, and she suddenly felt a stab of fear. Sure, she was afraid of Jacks (especially Rodney, she thought with a shiver), but it would certainly be better than to be with the creep who brought them here!
Then she noticed a Highland Doe giving her a look over. Maybe she was looking to purchase her for her Jack? Cornflower waited, her worry mounting ever higher with every second that passed. Soon, a male Leveret came up from behind her and nudged her forward, along with the Torquehelm Doe beside her. They were steered towards the Highland Doe, and her Hisstor Jack named Dorian. He was a rather large Jack, and with all his adornments and the skull fastened to his hand, he was quite intimidating as well. But he was her new Jack now, so she followed him to his Warren without question.
-----
A few months had passed, and quickly Cornflower got used to her new surroundings. It was much hotter here than it had been in the Range, but something like that couldn't get in the way of her duties. She hopped about, helping in every place she could, trying to learn more than she had in her time at Rodney's Warren. She even became more adept in the kitchen, learning to cook a few dishes rather well on her own.
Although she and Clara ended up being in the same Warren, she hardly saw the Josiggy Leveret around. And then one day, she caught a glimpse. But she certainly wasn't a Leveret anymore. She had become a Doe! A rather…interesting looking one at that. She skittered off around the corner so as not to get caught staring. Once she was out of sight, she stopped to think. Maybe she'd kept out of sight because of her looks? Cornflower would never find out, since the very next day, her own life changed dramatically.
----
Sweep, sweep, sweep.
Living in the desert meant lots of sand, and lots of sand meant there was always an opportunity to sweep up around the Warren. The Sorgaire especially made sure that Dorian's quarters were spotless, since he was always one for keeping up appearances. Hopping into the Jack's bedroom, she noticed quite a bit of sand on the floor, so with a small sigh, she began her duties.
Then, something twinkled in the corner of her eye. When she turned towards it, she noticed a blue glass bottle on one of the bedside tables. Dropping her broom, she stepped closer, and cautiously sniffed it. It smelled very faintly of…was that liquor? Whatever it was, it was powerful enough that Cornflower couldn't help but uncork the bottle to get a deeper sniff of the scent. Doing so only made it more intoxicating, and the Leveret soon found herself taking the smallest of sips to taste the liquid inside.
Cornflower's eyes went wide as she came to realize just what she was doing. She immediately put the bottle down, corked it again, and hopped over to her broom to resume her cleaning. How could she just do that? What if Dorian had come in just then? She surely would have been killed for meddling with one of his items. She grabbed the broom up again in her paws and swept like crazy around the room.
Soon, all the sand was swept up and carefully disposed of. Cornflower then went and fetched her feather duster, which consisted of the same rust colored feathers Dorian wore in his hair. She hopped back to the Jack's quarters, and began to dust off all his furniture and trinkets. As she climbed up onto a chair to reach the top of the tallest set of drawers, she noticed another glass bottle, this one a brilliant green color. Looking over her shoulder at the blue bottle, she concluded that they must've come from the same place, possibly a caravan that had passed through recently. The bottles were crafted of the same flawless glass, each with a small crest molded into the neck. The crest was hard to make out, since it was so small, but it must've been the mark of whichever seller Dorian bought the pair from.
Curiosity getting the better of her, she sniffed at the green bottle as well. Surprisingly, she couldn't smell a thing, unlike the blue one, which had been a bit more overpowering. Popping the cork out with ease, as well as silence, she sniffed again, this time smelling another faint odor. This one was almost like a freshly peeled orange, with a little something extra that she couldn't quite place. Temptation got the best of her yet again, and she took a small sip from that bottle as well, scrunching up her nose this time in slight disgust at the taste. Quickly replacing the cork, she dusted the area around the bottle before setting it back down. Well, that had been harmless.
Right?
----
Exactly an hour later, Cornflower was back in her quarters, dusting herself off after completing her duties, when her eyes went wide as excruciating agony rippled throughout her entire body. Suddenly, it felt as if her very insides were twisting right up and out of her. The Leveret doubled over with the pain, nearly blacking out. However, she remained conscious throughout the whole dreadful experience.
Cornflower's whole skeletal system seemed ready to burst at the seams as everything painfully elongated. Her hind legs stretched and grew more powerful, new muscle forming over her strong thighs and hocks. Forelegs became arms, the new joints snapping into place with loud cracks of the bones. As her spine lengthened and her torso changed shape, she was brought down to all fours again, noticing her front paws were changing, looking more like hands as every second passed. "What is happening to me?!" was her only coherent thought during the ordeal. She tried to scream, but with everything evolving so quickly and the torment that accompanied it racking her entire body, she found that that was impossible.
Her eyes grew wide again as she felt something strange happening below her midsection. It was almost as if…no, it couldn't be. She had never really looked down there, but with the unexpected sensations coming from that region, it was hard not to at this point. Everything seemed to be twisting and turning on itself, and in the end, it looked entirely different. And wrong. So very, very wrong.
This whole experience was wrong. What had Cornflower done to deserve something like this happening to her? She looked down at herself, examining her new body as the last bit of the change fell into place. One last crack of her now extended neck, and that was it.
Cornflower's transformation from a Leveret to a Jack was complete.
Sitting on the hard ground, the Rabbit sat still for a few moments, trying to take it all in. Her, or rather, his long tail soon came up to curl around him, as he tried to comfort himself in his new body. In the end, he couldn't fight the tears that poured out and ran down his fur, leaving matted trails in their wake. Sniffling, he suddenly realized he couldn't stay in Dorian's Warren any longer. What would the Jack think if he saw another Jack in a Leveret's living quarters? Would he even recognize Cornflower? The answer that came into his head was a loud, resounding NO.
Cornflower had to be quick on his feet about this. Make it look like she'd been kidnapped. Thankfully, the small quarters had a tiny circular window, which currently showed that nightfall was rapidly approaching. Using his newfound strength, he quickly broke the window open, and began burrowing out of the Warren. That way, it would surely look as if some complete stranger came in and took her.
With relative ease, thanks to his new sharp claws, Cornflower created a hole large enough to get out. Looking back one last time, he decided to rough up the room a little, to make things even more believable. That was the last time Cornflower ever looked back. After climbing through the now gaping hole in the wall, he was out, and quietly snuck away into the night.
----
The next few days were spent dodging from place to place, usually in the evenings, to avoid getting unwanted attention. Jacks were supposed to be regal, in a sense, and to be seen walking around without any clothes would surely bring him shame. Also, there was this constant need that seemed to be present since the transformation. A need to have a Doe. The Jack wasn't sure quite what to do about it in his current state, so he ignored it as much as possible. But, it was always there, nagging him at the back of his mind.
Cornflower also pondered changing his name, since he could still be recognizable with his current one. If he ever came into contact with Dorian again, which was likely, the Hisstor would surely know him by his name alone. That…and it was a bit girly. Cornflower wanted nothing more than to be a proper Jack and blend in with Rabbit society.
The name could be given more thought later. He really needed some clothing, and soon. He had managed to commandeer a cloak off a resting traveller while traveling through the Josiggy Marsh, which helped conceal him better than the dark of night. After wandering westward, he eventually made it back to his homeland of the Range. He didn't dare seek out his parents; they would never believe that he had once been their daughter. He did, however, search for the tailor he'd known little of when he lived here, and that seemed like ages ago. Staying in the alleyways around the shop until nightfall, he only made himself known when he saw the shop owner was just about ready to leave. The older female Sorgaire Leveret was surprised to see the Jack as he was, but ushered him inside her shop nonetheless, willing to help.
----
Cornflower was given refuge in the tailor's back room, which was full of several plush pillows, probably made by the Leveret herself. They helped provide a much better night's sleep, which in turn relieved his mind of his need just a little bit more. He knew then that he'd have to obtain some of the wonderfully comfortable pillows once he had a Warren of his own.
And some Does. Lots of those too.
In the meantime, the tailor worked every spare moment creating an outfit fit for a Jack such as Cornflower. Just five days later, and it was complete. Cornflower was pleasantly shocked at what the Leveret had been able to make for him in such a short amount of time. Standing in front of the mirror with his new suit on, he couldn't believe the change he had made just by putting on the garments. He looked rather…dashing, if he did say so himself. The tailor hopped around him, straightening out any tiny wrinkles that even the Jack couldn't see. "She'd make a pretty good addition to my Warren." Cornflower found himself thinking. He found it quite amazing how easily his mind seemed to adjust to this whole new identity. One day he was a tiny Leveret, worried about her next task to complete, and now he was a Jack and could only think about building up a Warren for himself. Those potions really had changed him…
Once the Leveret was finished fussing over his clothing, she hopped back to let the Jack admire her work in silence. It was really astonishing the amount of detail that was put into it, especially since she only had paws to work with. Even Cornflower couldn't have done such a thing before this had all happened.
Now he wouldn't have to.
The tailor coughed lightly to get the Jack's attention. Once he turned towards her, she asked if what he wore had his approval. Cornflower couldn't help but smile, and responded with a slight bow of his head and a "yes". The Leveret blushed, and spoke her thanks quickly. Then, timidly, she asked for his name. The Jack straightened up at the request, becoming more serious. While he had waited for his clothing to be completed, the thought of a new name crossed his mind again. After struggling to come up with even one name that would suit him for several hours, this one had burst into his head, and strangely, he liked it.
"My name is Cornelius. And you have my thanks."
----
Bidding the tailor and the Range goodbye, Cornelius set off in search of a suitable place in which to start his Warren. Staying in his home Realm would be dangerous, especially if Rodney was still lurking about. But the Jack had faith that a new home would present itself sooner or later, much like his new found name.
Only time would tell.
~~~~
And now for the art! Nat wanted any two of her characters, so here's who I chose:
Cauter!
and George!
There's probably tons of anatomically incorrect bits to each of the pictures (goddamn your hands, George!) but hey, I really did try my hardest! And maybe one day I will color them...
Anyway, I hope you like these, Nat dear! <333
