To enter the Beastiary, one must deliver us an ask, detailing the beast you wish to become. If you do not specify, our Biologis Archivists are permitted to get... creative, and you may end up with unintended consequences. If and when this happens, we are enforced to orally deliver amnestic formulae, in which you may experience rewiring of memories and personality, loss of intelligence, sensations of impending doom, destruction of psychokinetic power, and empathetic numbness.
Services we provide:
Paws, maws, claws, and hides of mammalian, piscene, avian, and reptilian varieties
Restructuring and enhancement of one's body, mind, and primary/secondary sex characteristics
Monitored doses of psycho stimulants and amnestics
Pheromone Replacement Therapy
Rehabilitation for those Feral or Saurian
Properly maintained and enriching enclosure facilities for the domestic and exhibitionist
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Every full moon you grow four little teats on your stomach, that slowly swell out into a big pink juicy udder. The only way to stop it is to get all the milk out.
Sounds easy, right? Except the longer you go without milking that udder, the more the rest of you changes, and the first thing that happens every time, so fast you usually barely even notice your udder before it starts, is your hands hardening and fusing together into a pair of hooves.
You can go look for someone to ask for help, but by the time you find them your request sounds less like "Can you milk my udder?" and more like "Can MOOO MOOOOOlk MOOO MOOOOOOr".
Your legs have probably changed too by then, bones growing and shrinking and moving around until you can't stand upright anymore, and your toes have turned into another pair of hooves. Your tail will be flicking back and forth in annoyance, covered in the same fur as the big long ears that sit next to your cute little horns.
You'll change back in the morning, you always do, but recently you've noticed that you don't always change back all the way. Your ears are slightly longer and hairier, there's a small twitching lump above your butt, and you tend to draw out your "O"s for just long enough to put people off. After the last full moon your nails turned black, and it takes just a little bit more effort to move your fingers than it used to.
Hmm... yes I see. I know how we can work with this.
The subject is guided to a spacious room, air heavy with the floral incense masking the iron tang of blood. You find yourself brought to the center of the space, where there laid a freshly painted sigil, intricate glyphwork patterned around a five pointed star, black candles lit at each end.
A low hum overtakes the room, robed figures of various sizes lurking in the shadowed corners step into the dim light, their quiet chanting echoing throughout the room, the reverberating soundwaves infusing the sigils beneath you with an old, long practiced magic.
As if made of water, the floor beneath your feet ripples as spectral hands emerge, reaching for you, grasping and tugging at your flesh. Pulled to your knees, you can feel your body distorting. Everywhere, they touch a burning sensation follows, chased by a pleasure that enraptures your every nerve.
The hands rub you down, massaging their will into your flesh, the floor creeping closer to your face with each pass over your limbs, your body shrinking in shuddering gasps. You can feel your belly tighten, your muscles growing hard beneath your skin as they contract and shrink, and then a wash of plush chub rounds you out. Your hips buckle and expand, thighs fattening, glutes plump.
A hand trails it's way down your back, dragging your shrunken ribcage closer to your pelvis, spinal segments fusing and disappearing as your body shortens, then regrown pulled away from your rear, starting as a sensitive nub to a whip thin tail, the end splayed out into a spade.
Your skin is smooth, soft, and warm as a lovers embrace, purple hues enveloping your form as another pair of spectral hands grab at your face, cupping your cheeks in their clawed grasp, rounding out and softening your features. They slide up and tug your ears into long points, dragging them thick and receptive, twitching in response to your emotions, your needs that well within you, perking when you're excited and drooping when you are neglected release. One hand presses against your forehead as the other holds your mouth open, forcing its fingers against your tongue, massaging it into a long, sensitive point.
It pricks itself on your sharpened teeth, a taste of spiritual energy, lustful energy. As if on cue, the pressure on your forehead is accompanied by the weight of horns pushing out from your skull, parting darkened hair, and putting on display your newly demonic crown.
All at once, you are released, the chanting stops, and the candles blow out. The air is cold before overhead fluorescent lights chase the shadows from the room with a blinding flash. The room is empty, no sigils, no robed figures, the only thing accompanying you in this room is a mirror...
Impus Chthonicus: An entity reliant on devouring sexual energy. Too little regular intimacy will cause your Imp to experience mental and physical degredation, transforming into and Incubus or Succubus when neglected.
Bestiary Archive: Imps, demonologically known as Impus Chthonicus, is a domesticated species of lust demon. This particular species makes for great companions, both intimate and platonic. Boasting a natural desire to please Imps make for fantastic personal servants and suitors. An Imp can be created from a humanoid at any time if a series of special circumstances are met. However, it is more common for one to be contracted into Impish servitude. The Imp lifestyle is a busy one, and they like it that way, needing routine tasks for enrichment. Imp neglect, (and thusly the spawning of a lesser demon in an Incubus/Succubus) is a criminal offense, punishable by 10 years of imprisonment, 5 years of servitude, or a 50,000 gild fine.
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Oh I would be more than happy to be your test subject! I expect that there will be some scary paperwork that you’ll need me to sign before we begin where I sign that I understand that I accept any permanent changes or damage to my person with no legal recourse, and please know I’m ready to sign such paperwork. I want to experience side effects, I’ll happily take side effects, side effects are better than intended effects, I’ll walk into the test wearing a shirt that reads “I <3 side effects”. Can I pick my test subject patient file number sign off? If I can I’ll go with -✨
Wow! Such enthusiastic consent must be regarded with just as much aplomb! You will find all the necessary paperwork sent to you via carrier falcon, our messenger will remain nearby for the return flight if you wish to set up an appointment for a later date, whether or not that is the case you simply need to give the command "Reditio domum" and our falcon will return home.
When filling out the forms, make sure to describe your most desired outcome, and we will try our hardest to reach your expectations. As an experimental procedure, there will always be a likelihood of failure. Do not fear, however. We will take every measure to ensure comfortability in the event of any extreme pain or degredation of your mind, body, or soul.
The Racketous Bestiary Archival efforts will not be held liable in the event of identity death, cellular implosion, disqualification of afterlife, loss of emotional awareness, physical or mental distress, severance of past lives, melding of past lives, fragmented sense of self, any form of spiritual or mental trauma, physical manifestation of phobias and insecurities, or tummy aches.
Thank you for taking an interest in our facilities, we are very excited to see how we can work with you in the future.
Hi do you do like. Inanimate beasts too? Plushies, pooltoys, computers?
Thank you for your query! Our team is diligently combing through the archives for evidence of "inanimate beasts."
We are working to create the most fulfilling experiences for those who do not align with their species, and if you would like, you can always leave a message if you would like an update on our records!
If we are unable to find the resources you desire, we are willing to attempt an experimental procedure and create a beast of our own to source the necessary components... we will just need a live subject in return... if you would like?
Do you want to be a BEAST? A freak of nature? A monster? Do you like to feel flesh tearing in your claws and bones shattering in you jaws? A chimeric abomination of lashing tails and gnashing maws?
