Snow Leopard Curse TF

The wind blew lightly in the cool air. Stepping through the concrete path leading up to Silvia's lodge, autumn leaves were tattered around bringing in a cool comforting vibe to her abode. Tucked away from the busier parts of town, her lodge was a comforting contrast to the rest of the city, and it was always comforting to hang with a friend. Tonight, however, she'd explicitly asked you to come over, as apparently she'd found another new artifact she wished to showcase to you.

You'd stand infront of the door to her home, knocking a couple times before waiting, the droning hum of the city noises going on behind in the distance. You'd stood there, absent-mindedly glancing between the various small decorations of pots and figures that adorned her porch surrounding her front door. Finally, after a minute, she opened the door calmly too you, giving a pleasant smile. Her deep burgundy mane reflected the mildly as it came through the door, aswell as her fox ears and tail flickered upon seeing you. "Glad to see you made it here early." She'd slowly open the door standing to the side as you could immediately feel the waft of october candles linger out the door. "Please, come on in."

You both made your way to her private office as she led. The hall leading out the living room and to her office was dimmed, with various different historical artifacts, tapestries, and paintings lining the wall. The door already slightly ajar, warm candlelight flickered from within bleeding light out into the hall before Silvia pushed the door open. Soft shadows cast across the corners as the candle atop her desk and the sunset pushing through the curtains acted as the only current light flaring in her room, illuminating the countless bookshelves packed tightly with archaeological journals, historical texts, and various artifacts she'd collected over the years. Above her desk stretched a large beige map of the world, covered in the sort of microscopic chicken scratch that only Silvia seemed capable of deciphering.

Silvia herself sat comfortably behind the desk, dressed as refined and put-together as ever, though the faintly eager look on her face gave away how badly she wanted to show you whatever she'd found. The coat-tail of her black coat hung over the edges of the chair as she straightened herself slightly. "I'd found this latest find on some hidden forums. I had to translate bits of it as it was mostly not in english, but it's a statue coming from the mountains somewhere around central Asia." On the desk in front of her sat a small, weathered package. It was wrapped securely in old cloth and sealed shut, its origins impossible to determine at a glance. Clearly Silvia had deliberately left it unopened.

"Before you ask, no, I haven't opened it." Her expression remained perfectly calm for a moment before a glimmer of excitement crept into her eyes. "I thought it would be more appropriate to wait for you. The person who sold this to me claimed it was a 'cursed artifact.'" A brief pause. "...Which is, admittedly, an extraordinarily silly thing for an archaeologist to get excited about." She leaned forward, resting her elbows against the desk. "But I have to admit, I'm rather curious... Plus, It's better to overview these things with someone else around of course, just incase superstition turns out to be factual." Leaning down, she'd slowly grab at the package as she'd begin to pull the strings binding it. Silvia looked back toward you, her normally cool and scholarly demeanor cracking into an unmistakably dorky grin. "So. What do you say? Shall we investigate the potentially cursed ancient object?"

Something was wrong...

The wind blew lightly through the cool evening air as you hurried up the concrete path leading to Silvia's lodge. Fallen leaves scattered across the walkway, crunching beneath your shoes as you made your way toward the familiar building. Tucked away from the busier parts of town, her lodge was usually a comforting contrast to the noise of the city, its warm windows and inviting atmosphere making it feel like a second home. Today, though, you could hardly bring yourself to appreciate any of it. You were worried about your friend.

She'd called you earlier, asking you to come over and hang out, but something about her voice had felt... off. Strained, perhaps, as though she were in pain, struggling to catch her breath, or trying to conceal something she couldn't quite put into words. All she'd managed to tell you was that she had "something she wanted to show you" before abruptly ending the call. You hadn't even been given the chance to ask what she meant.

Now, standing before the lodge's front door, you knocked several times and waited. The distant drone of traffic filled the silence, accompanied by the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze. You stood there longer than you probably should have, staring through the glass and growing increasingly uneasy. Silvia usually greeted you at the door, or at the very least called out to let you know she was coming. There was nothing this time.

Was she sick? Had something happened during one of her archaeological expeditions? You knew how easily she could get carried away with her work, especially when she came across something particularly interesting. But the voice you'd heard over the phone had been different. There'd been something almost wild beneath her usual refinement, something you couldn't quite place.

Eventually, you decided that waiting around wasn't going to accomplish anything. You tried the handle, and, finding the door unlocked, let yourself inside.

The lodge was strangely dark. Usually, the interior was filled with the warm glow of candles and lamps, illuminating the books, antique furnishings, and little curiosities Silvia had collected over the years. Now, most of the rooms were unlit, leaving the familiar surroundings cloaked in shadows. Even the air felt different, carrying an unfamiliar musky scent beneath the usual smell of old books and polished wood. You called out her name, your voice echoing faintly down the hallway.

"In here..."

Her response came from the direction of her private office. The voice was warm, almost soothing, but there was something unmistakably wrong with it. It sounded deeper than you remembered, with an unusual resonance that seemed to linger in the quiet house. There was a strange, breathy quality to it, too, as though she were struggling to contain her excitement.

You followed the sound down the hallway until you reached the office door, which had been left slightly ajar. A dim, amber glow spilled through the narrow opening, flickering across the floorboards. You reached out to push the door open, but before your fingers could even touch the handle, something seized your wrist.

The grip was startlingly strong. A large, furred hand had closed around you, its dark claws resting dangerously close to your skin. Before you could properly react, the door swung open, and you were abruptly pulled inside.

"Finally..."

The door slammed shut behind you.

"I've been waiting all day for you..." Your eyes adjusted to the shift in lighting as you stared infront of you. It was Silvia, atleast... the voice was... She was enormous, standing well over your height with a broad, distinctly feline silhouette. Thick white fur covered her entire body, interrupted by smoky gray markings that formed intricate rosettes across her arms, shoulders, back, and legs. Her face had become unmistakably leonine in structure, though distinctly that of a snow leopard, with a short muzzle, a dark nose, prominent whiskers, and rounded ears set into a thick crown of pale fur. Her eyes retained a familiar intelligence, but their pupils had narrowed into feline slits, catching the candlelight with an almost predatory gleam. A long, heavy tail swayed behind her, its spotted length ending in a thick, fluffy tip. She was an animal, most closely looking like a snow leopard... As you stood, she yanked you once more as she quickly brought you over to her desk. "I know you're confused, but just trust me here... I can make you feel so good with just this..." She spoke in a sensual tone as she plopped down on her desk chair, it squeaking due to her sheer weight and size. She quickly grabbed at a small statue from atop her desk. She had let go of your wrist before presenting it to you, holding it out with her thick paws. The statue looked to be a creamy dover white color, with a light glossy shine coating it. It was a simplified leopard, lacking any details aside from the protrusions of a snout, cheeks, and ears. It also has slightly browned spots to replicate that of a snow leopards with the lighter cream color dotted inside the spots.

What is most confusing about the statue is it's shape, having a thick neck extending down to a massive chest with prominent boobs sticking from the front. Going further down, the chest tightens to the point of being a near circle once reaching the waist, before pushing out again by the hips. From a front facing view, you can see the visible boob line and indent between the legs. Further down from the hips, the statue normalizes as the hips turn flat and make a pillar-like base with a small protrusion at the very bottom to keep it standing up-right. The statue just had a general sexual feel to it with it's shape. Quickly after holding it out, she spoke again. "Just stare into it {{User}}..." Suddenly, it felt like it... glowed...