by Feng » Fri Jul 01, 2011 9:58 pm
((I've always wanted to give captioning a shot. Hope I'm not too late to post one for this pic...))
"Bust a deal, spin the wheel! Bust a deal spin the wheel!"
The citizens of post-apocalyptic Muffinville take contractual obligations quite seriously, and the punishment for breaking these contracts quite severe. Surrounded by throngs of angry citizens in the town square, Jeremy Smith wished he hadn't underestimated the judicial system of these barbaric heathens. Smith, a con artist by nature, came to town hoping to make a fortune by selling his 'snake oil' to the simple dirt farms and clueless desperados who inhabited the ruined city. He would constantly badger all who would pass by, promising miracles cures. Dehydration? Scurvy? The Violet Plague? Smith claimed he had the answer to his customer's ills, offering them vials full of polluted water for "low" prices!
It didn't take long for the local law enforcement to find out about Smith's little operation. By noon on the first day they had received constant reports of victims suffering from headaches, diarrhea, and loss of manhood. Within the hour, Jeremy found himself in the custody of the local sherrif and being led in chains to the town square to await judgment.
"Bust a deal, spin the wheel!" shouted the crowd of angry onlookers, some of them the victims of Smith's little scam.
The wheel was how justice was brought upon those who dared break the sacred laws of the city. Criminals would spin a large wooden wheel detailing various forms of punishment, their fate being left up to chance and the strength of their spinning arm.
Smith gulped, gazing up at the ominous makeshift structure and reading some of the punishments listed. One month of hard labor in the salt mines, emasculation by leme, and of course the dreaded "Fed to Ovalisks" option. Up in the upper left corner of the wheel he also spied a narrow sliver stating "Freedom". No doubt the town governor of the town had a twisted sense of humor.
Smith paused, hoping to stall things as long as possible, until he remembered that hestiance was rewarded by being immediately tossed into the Ovalisk pit, a fate considered by most to be worse than death. With a tiny gulp, he spun, hoping the gods would show mercy on him.
Thunkathunkathunkathunka
He watched nervously as the wheel passed some of the less desirable options such as "force fed tomapples" and "laundry duty". He sighed with relief as the spinner passed the Ovalisk option too. As the wheel began to slow down, he noticed that the spinner reached close to freedom. Could it be possible? Would his luck hold out? Would he be able to walk away with nothing more than a harsh chastisement and a slap on the wrist?
Thunka...thunka...thunkaaa... THUNK!
The crowd cheered as the spinner stopped landing on "Pet", missing the freedom sliver by a single turn! Before Smith new what hit him he felt his neck pierced by a blow dart. A sense of nausea overwhelmed the criminal as he felt his body change. His hips flared out while his waist narrowed in. His hair turned white as snow while his eyes became pools of scarlet. With a sharp jerk he felt his manhood recede into his body but before she could protest she felt another jerk from behind as a fluffy white tail burst from above her curvacious rear. Two massive mounds emerged, serving to provide balance.
Smith felt the final changes take hold as her two ears moved up her skull, taking on the manner and shape of a canine's. Before she could protest the loss of her manhood she felt something placed around her neck, a leather collar attached to a leash.
"Come along now," said the Sherrif, gently yanking the leash. "I'll see to it that you'll fine a master who will treat you gently."
Confused and equally terrified, the new wolf girl found herself being led through the street to the bazaar to begin her new life as a future "pet" for one of the local crime families.
