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Press Nya to Dash
🕑 Added 2020-08-31 23:50:45 +0000 UTC
(Contains human male to female anthro cheetah TF TG, Mild hyper curves, muscles, and a lot of property destruction)
Commission for Janus, who also drew kick ass fanart for it.
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A sign above the door proudly declared whoever worked insides as ‘capable of repairing anything.’ Well, Janus felt more than ready to test that bold business advertising. The plastic bag in his hand shifted many plastic and electric chunks against each other on his approach. It seemed like an obviously hopeless case, but the blond man had little to lose by stopping inside after another grueling work shift.
Bells jingled with his pushing the door inwards. Cold wind from a running air conditioner washed over his heated skin for a refreshing effect. Summer wasn’t too hot yet, but Janus still worked up a sweat at the factory.
“Welcome to Fix-It Feline, nya! How can I help you?”
One look at the shop owner across the main counter gave Janus the knee jerk reaction to walk right back out. Not only was the woman an anthropomorphic cat of indeterminate species, she also wore next to nothing on her petite curves. Not that the daisy duke’s shorts and gold stared bikini weren’t befitting her green hair, white fur and bright pink markings. Everything about this girl screamed supernatural trouble.
That also didn’t stop Janus from approaching her, anyway. After being distracted for a second by the high wag of this cat’s fluffy tail, he sat the bag on the glass counter between them.
“I...don’t suppose you know how to fix a Nintendo 3DS?” he asked meekly.
The girl smiled, leaning on the counter in a way that intentionally showed off her chest. While seeing Janus’ eyes dart downward reflexively blushing got a giggle, her amusement faded upon glancing into his bag.
“This was supposed to be something?” she scoffed. “Looks more like a bag of giblets from a star wars pinata. Did you take a sledgehammer to a droid?”
“I sat on it during my lunch break, okay?”
The feline’s muzzle curled into a huge grin that made Janus’ whole face turn red. “Sorry, I’m not the kind of witch that fixes weight problems. A butt that high density might be better suited at the gym four doors down.”
“Can you fix it or not? Wait, what was that about witches?”
“At least you didn’t think it was candy and started eating it. Hoo boy! I don’t think Nintendo’s warranty covers product consumption.”
“Are you done?”
“I dunno. Do you also think the Amiibos are made of corn syrup?” The catgirl giggled for a long time, unable to make eye contact with Janus and his grumpy frown. Eventually she regained enough wits to straighten up. “Yeah, I’m done.”
Before Janus could say anything the shop owner placed a pink furred hand on the bag. The plastic fluttered and expanded as if inflated with air. From inside, a weird green light pulsed several times, and the bag deflated once more.
“That’ll be sixty for the repairs, please.”
“Repairs!?” Janus blinked out of his stupor from her brief display of whatever the lights were. In rushing anger, he snatched up his bag. “You didn’t even do...o-oh!”
Ripping the plastic open, the older man was surprised to find it now contained a 3DS. It hardly resembled the one he was using this morning before the unfortunate crushing. The outer paint was a cheetah pattern of orange and brown spots devoid of the nicks and cracks born from constant use. It even smelled like out of the box new. Yet when he booted the thing up, his password and downloaded games were still on the memory card. A card that now had three times the original storage capacity.
“Um, thanks for the upgrade?” Janus offered with a cockeyed expression. The catgirl responded by holding out her hand, wiggling fingers impatiently. Still thoroughly confused, Janus fished out three twenty dollar papers for her eager palm.
“A pleasure doing business with magic, sweetie!” she rang up the transaction on her register, sliding Janus a receipt. “I added a lot of little upgrades and a few personal features Nintendo might not approve of. If you get time, please consider taking a customer survey on my website.”
“Yeah, absolutely.” Janus left the store all smiles. Lady luck rarely smiled this much on anything he set out to do, especially when things involved magic. He almost felt awkward to have a conversation with a witch and walk away, not transfigured.
It was looking to be almost an hour before the next bus. A perfect opportunity to check out these other ‘features’ the cat mentioned. Janus flicked through settings and games, quickly becoming disappointed. Whatever new additions were slipped in didn’t seem easy to find. Almost everything looked the same as before the 3DS’ unplanned demolition.
Still, a working DS is better than a collection of its pieces. Maybe now Janus can finally beat his current run of Megaman Zero. He booted up the game while getting comfortable on a bench. That was when an unusual pop up made his good mood falter.
‘Felidae calibration error. Realign to new user? Y/N.’
Janus had no idea what the heck even needed calibrating on a handheld device. Still, he liked to play it safe and selected confirmation to proceed. Suddenly both screens began flashing in random colors, transitioning between them in spiral motions. Anger flushed through him, wondering how pressing a button can break his DS for a second time today.
That quickly faded while he continued to watch the pretty colors dance. They were oddly engaging for a glitch, soothing his nerves and drowning out the sounds of nearby traffic. Janus’s pupils slowly contracted until they were barely visible black dots. The irises expanded until they were almost the only thing visible, shifting from a bright blue to a golden brown coloration. All cognitive function appeared to head out to lunch, leaving the man stiffly holding his DS with an intent stare at the display.
Squeaking tires jolted Janus from his position, feeling stiffness in his joint. Confusion racked his brains trying to understand why the bus was already here, but it would not give him time to question it. A glance at the DS saw the Megaman Zero title screen waiting patiently for him to start too. Did he zone out into a nap and dream it broke? How lame.
Paying off the far, Janus shuffled his way for a seat near the far back. The engine noises back there were perfect to muffle the sound bits of his game. Many passengers gave him weird looks along the way, but had no way of knowing it was because of his slit pupil, animal-like eyes. He just assumed it was the normal grumpy aura that followed crowds these days. Soon the wheels were rolling again, and he could finally load up his save.
“Dash! Hehe!”
One of Janus’ favorite mechanics introduced in the Megaman series had to be the robot’s ability to dash. There were a lot of satisfying ways to innovate the maneuver for satisfying outcomes. Needless to say, he barely played two minutes in before having to execute it a few times. Each one felt surprisingly more satisfying than usual, making the middle-aged man bounce in his chair with mounting energy.
It was no exaggeration. Little jolts ran through Janus’ body when he hit that magic button on his DS. Energy zipped through his nerves in a reckless drive into his core. The hair on his exposed arms stood on end before more grew out of the skin. After dashing through a big gauntlet of enemies, he paused to scratch his face, noting a need to shave with the fine pelt of gold and brown spotted hair spreading across it.
“Dash! Dash! Dash! Woo!”
Janus enjoyed his game too much to resist adding his own sound effect. They were such a motor reflex after so long he never noticed making them anymore. Although, they did draw attention from the dozen other people riding the public transit. One by one everyone’s eyes turned to stay locked, dumbstruck by a man that seemed to be wearing cheetah patterned face and arm covers. Most of them become absolutely terrified when a series of more dashes sent Janus’ face popping out into a short muzzle, tipped with a tiny pink nose.
“Nya?” A loud ding went off signalling a request to stop. Janus spared only a curious glance before returning to his game. His stop still needed about fifteen minutes and it was time for a boss fight.
Rounded animal ears climbed up the sides of Janus’ head while he played. Their improved reception made the low volume sound even more epic while they swiveled in a sea of growing hair. A very hard section of platform dashing came up, sending his locks pouring across his shoulders in a waterfall. His usual blond brightened into a fiery red that rivaled his passion for the game.
Many in the bus pushed each other to get off upon stopping, including a pair that changed their mind about getting on. The three recording Janus’ transformation with cell phones continued to be unnoticed with another boss fight. Two older people near the front only gave him a disapproving glance before staring forward, trying to ignore the sounds of straining clothes and excited cat noises.
“Aah! DASH! Nya! Ha haha! Dash this, you punk!” Janus ducked and weaved between seats, piloting his DS as if it had motion controls. The fur coating his body acted like some kind of insulin, making the energy filling his muscles more potent. This boss was a hard one that he often struggled with, requiring multiple dashes at perfect intervals to avoid some hard damaging attacks.
The cell phones were more interested in zooming onto the exterior aspects of Janus. Bouncing between seats got increasingly hard with the way his form grew. Muscles thickened out across his arms, beefing up biceps until the shirt sleeves tore in several places. Pants legs puffed up like balloons, stretching denim to outline the unusually thick curves of strong thighs. If the cameras caught him just right between bounces, there was even a glance of some ridged abs trying to push through his shirt.
“Mreow! Dang it!” Janus pointed upon noticing his stop was coming up. The game had to be paused while he pulled the cord to request a stop.
In his rush to get back into the action, Janus took no notice of how small the bus suddenly felt trying to squeeze his way out. Footsteps fell with heavy clunks onto the metal floor while he had to dunk out the doorway. The amateur cameras followed him all the way until the doors closed. While two were trying to get a closeup of what looked like an effeminate cheetah man’s muscles, one got a curious shot of his sneakers with three or four rounded bulges pushing out their fronts.
Janus was too busy scrunching his shoulders to squeeze through the door of Barnes and Noble to think on it. More shoppers stopped in mid-task, watching an eight foot furry giant march its way towards the coffee shop. The poor barista looked ready to flee in a panic, which Janus’ low self-confidence took as a normal reaction to his presence.
“M-may I help you?”
“One large caramel macchiato with chocolate shavings, please.” Janus tried offering a smile so filled with fangs it made the girl recoil. Feeling even more self-conscious, he quickly paid her and took the hot dosage of caffeine to a faraway table. People always had to be so mean to someone just trying to exist.
Being able to finally unpause his game washed away any negative thoughts. Janus leaned back in the chair, unable to hear the loud groans of wood under his weight over the sound effects. It was hard to get comfortable after being wound up for a boss fight. More so since he unintentionally froze the fight in a very exposed position between enemy blasts.
A few frantic dashes somehow got Janus out of that pickle, even if the resulting swelling in his butt made the chair increasingly cramped. The waistband of his pants pushed down with the rapid rise of white-furred cheeks rolling over it. Just between their crack rose out a dense tuft of hairs that rapidly popped into the forming vertebrae of a ropy cat’s tail.
A couple put a pin in their conversation to try processing the developing span of Janus’ plump hips. With each dash his pants strained and sunk beneath a wide womanly curve, exposing a white smooth crotch. Fat piled in excess over muscles giving his bottom and thighs a very soft looking feel, emphasised by the way it rolled over the sides of his seat. The girl in the relationship glanced to her boyfriend, only to frown upon realizing he had become completely entranced by the squashed cheetah butt bulging out the back of Janus’s chair.
“Nyaaah! Dash, darn you! DAAAASH!” As the boss fight continued to stir Janus’ anxiety and sore her thumbs, the bottom heavy cheetah couldn’t stand her ridiculously tiny seat any longer. With another dash and a feline yowl, she leapt into the air, mimicking Megaman’s movements on screen. Her landing on a table ten feet away was the catalyst to send other customers scrambling from the bookstore.
Loud pops echoed over the chaos with Janus’ graceful landing. The impact rocked his sneakers, which were already under a ton of internal pressure. They popped like balloons, setting free a pair of paw feet clawing at the varnished wood under them with black claws.
“Dash! Dash! Come on! Dash, you stupid bot!”
Things only got worse as Janus leapt from one table to another. Coffee cups and abandoned items flew everywhere, decorating displays with various surgery brews. The tables themselves barely took Janus’ weight, much less held on the pushback of her jumps. It was like she was in her own epic shadow boxing with some unseen flow, breaking anything that dared get in her way.
Not even the pressure under her shirt could stop Janus from winning this stage. Her solid board of pecs vanished under the rising of softer pillow protrusions. Every jump and dash billowed them out further, collecting whatever body fat her greedy behind didn’t want to take. Soon the cellphones that dared to record her coffee rampage were trying to focus their best on the rounded orbs tightly wrapped in a jedi knight T-shirt. Their harsh bounces and wobbles would become an internet legend in a few hours as they grew to surpass Janus’ head.
“YES!” Janus roared with a ferocity that rattled the windows. With just a few more dashes, she finally whittled down the bosses health enough to finish them. She hopped onto the extended bar, heaving for breath with a triumphant smile. It had not been a clean victory with having to use all her healing tanks, but she would take it all the same. Hell, that felt like a reward of coffee cake and ice cream at least. “May I…”
Janus looked up from her DS and lost all train of thought. Before her laid a dining area that looked like Optimus Prime had driven through it. Tables and chairs lay decimated as chunks of wood. Coffee permeated the air with almost everything soaked in it. What few customers dared to remain hid partially behind damaged book shelfs, staring at her like one would a bomb.
“Oh, nya! Not again!” Janus turned to find an employee to question, only to catch sight of an amazing cheetah amazon in the mirror. She brought a hand up to a feline muzzle that wasn’t there hours ago, and the reflection mimicked her action. Their red hair and gold eyes looked exotic reflecting off the dim overhead lights. A stark contrast to the basketball breasts half spilling out the bottom of a ridiculously small shirt, with an equally ridiculous hump bulging over the seat of her pants. “Well...at least my DS didn’t get smashed again…”
Janus slowly stood up, noticing the ripples of muscles subtly moving under her fur. It was unavoidable she would find the urge to give a little flex. All this raw beef power made her rich curves that much more appealing.
They also had a thing for straining clothes to their breaking points. As her biceps and quads inflated with tense sinew contractions there came a symphony of tears throughout the store. Janus blinked several times, her smile slowly dropping the longer she stared at the now naked cheetah amazon in the mirror. Bright red nipples pointed at her at erect attention while a cool breeze tickled the area her manhood used to occupy.
“Nyaaaa! Darn you laws of physics!” Janus pouted on her awkward shuffle back through the bookstore’s lobby. One hand held her fluffy tail around to try covering her crotch. The other hugged around her mammoth bust, holding his DS to their soft flesh. “This is so humiliating. I don’t wanna shop for women’s underwear today.”
