Magic Show (Crown Royale)

(Man to Tiger, Woman to Crocodile)


It was ‘Transformation Tuesday’ at the magic club, Mira’s favorite day of the week.  It was their consistent show where she wouldn’t be transformed, Mark choosing to instead change some lucky audience members.  Better yet, this week he’d even het her take the lead!
The rabbit-girl’s tail twitched with anticipation as she looked at the night’s volunteers.  It was couple’s night at the club, and she had a good feeling about them.  John and... Pam, if she heard them correctly.
“Hope you’re ready for this, Tiger.”  Pam slugged her boyfriend on the arm.
“As ready as I usually am when we’re trying out new things.”  John grinned at her, and Mira got the sense that the pair of brunettes had done plenty of experimentation before—though hopefully nothing like this.
Mira bounced on her heels slightly, bringing transformation spells to the front of her mind.  She glanced to Mark, nodding for him to begin.
Without further ado, the magician made his way to the volunteers, a broad showman’s smile on his face.  “So, you two like to try on new things, eh?  Sounds like you’ll be more than ready for the changes to come.”
Pam nodded.  “Oh, absolutely.  I’m really happy you picked us today.  By the way, glad you ditched calling yourself ‘The Amazing Mark’.  Kind of a mouthful.”  She looked at John meaningfully.  “Not that I’m unused to that.”
Mira’s eyes widened as her partner’s narrowed into a glare.  They’d dropped the title for the show so they could fit ‘Couples Night’ on the billboard, but he hadn’t been happy about it.  “So, you like trying new things?  Care to share?”  Mira hurriedly changed the subject before Mark could jump the gun and change her subjects.
John chuckled.  “For starters, we’re a pair of swingers.  Add that to the fact that I spend half of my salary on new sex toys, and I think you get the picture.”  He wasn’t embarrassed, not by a long shot.  Mira had to admire his brazen pride.
Apparently, Mark did too.  “Swingers, eh?  Sounds like a pair of predators, out for a night on the prowl.”  He winked at Mira, and she picked up on the hint, glad her intervention worked.
“I think I like where this is going.”  Pam grinned, trailing her hand along her boyfriend’s arm.
“I don’t.”  Mira pretended to quail in fear, flattening her ears.  The audience roared with laughter, and she gave them a small wave.
Mark swept his right hand through the air, and Mira’s playboy outfit expanded to form a thick suit of riot gear, a whip where her stun baton would be.  She turned for the crowd’s pleasure, revealing the suit came with an extra bulge to accommodate her tail.
“Any better?”  The magician grinned at his assistant.
She unfurled her whip and cracked it in the air.  “I think I’m ready to handle anything with tooth and claw.”  She waved at John, the spotlights panning to them.  “And speaking of...”
John’s teeth suddenly felt too large for his mouth.  He worked his jaw from side to side, raising a hand to feel his teeth.
Pam gasped, grabbing his wrist.  “Honey, your hands!”
John looked down, grinning as he saw his nails become thick claws, their color darkening slightly.  Without further ado, he pulled Pam into a tight embrace, kissing her feverishly.
“Whoa, down there boy!”  Mira cracked her whip again, and Pam grunted slightly as she found herself supporting John’s weight.
His eyes were wide a she tried to remain bipedal, wrapping his arms behind her neck to stay upright.  It felt like his hips had cracked along with the whip, leaving him a quadruped.
Pam grinned at his discomfort.  She tried to slide his hands off of her, but he grinned teasingly, knotting his fingers.  “Could you give me a hand?”  She looked at Mark with a smile.
He returned it, gesturing towards her.  “How about a paw?”
John’s hands cracked, his thumbs pulling back into his wrists.  His fingers ballooned out, forcing them apart, and he tried to give Pam puppy eyes.  She grinned and bopped his nose with her finger.  Then, she shrugged off his grip, and he fell to the stage with a thud.
Pam knelt down, grinning at the look on John’s face.  He was giving her a mock pout that quickly turned into a darting kiss as she got within range.  Pam chuckled, standing up, out of his range.
Mark walked over to her, placing her hands on the girl’s shoulders.  “Well, well.  It’s not entirely fair for your boyfriend to be alone on the floor now, would it?”  Without further warning, he pushed down on the girl’s shoulders.  Pam yelped as her hips collapsed, and she fell to the ground with her arms and legs splayed.
Mira frowned at him.  He wasn’t supposed to lead any of the changes today.  Then again, he probably wanted revenge for the crack at his name.  She concentrated on the magic he used, a pang of sympathy as she realized Pam would become something reptilian.  Most women tended to freak out when they traded skin for scales.
Pam tried to stand but was unable to bring her elbows and knees to bend properly.  Stuck in a spread-eagle, she couldn’t do more than turn her head to Mark and Mira.  “Um...  Help?”  She ventured.
The magician’s gaze wandered to his assistant.  “If you’d be so kind?”  His back to the audience, he mouthed ‘crocodile’ to her.
Mira huffed.  As though she’d botch the transformation without knowing the species Pam would become—she wasn’t an amateur.
To demonstrate this, she waved a hand.  Pam’s neck cracked painfully as her head tilted upwards, making her belly-down view at least comfortable, if not practical.  Mira smiled at Mark, a slight glare hidden behind her smile.  “Let’s finish John before we work on Pam, okay?”
He nodded, waving her on.  “Be my guest.  You’re the boss tonight, after all.”  He grinned.
John watched his hands complete their change into paws, the hairs on the backs of his hands lengthening to a thick coat of white fur.  As the fur crept past his wrists, it shifted to a bright orange, black stripes streaking down his arms.
“Oh, so you’re turrrngrrng mrrl—Rgho?”  John twitched his nose in annoyance as he lost the ability to speak.
“Spoilers, dear.”  Mira walked to him, cupping his face in her hands.  She massaged his cheeks, pulling them out into a short muzzle.  The sound of his bones cracking resounded clearly through Mira’s lapel mic, and the audience winced appreciatively.
Mira winked at John, knowing the sound was purely for effect.  He caught her gesture, growling and flexing his jaw as white fur crept across his cheeks.  Long whiskers pushed from the sides of his mouth, and he nuzzled her hand.
Mira laughed, scratching him behind his ears.  “See Mark, this predator is just a fluffy kitty!”  She took a few seconds to kneel beside John, scratching him behind his ears.
As she paid more attention to them, they slid further up his head, drawing to triangular points.  John yawned lazily, his jaw locking in place as his canines drew to long points, a new set of impressive fangs for his face.
“...  With a new set of teeth!”  Mira yelped comically, scrambling away from John.  Instinctively, he roared, upset that she’d stopped scratching his ears.
“Bad!”  Mira scolded him, cracking her whip against his backside.  The base of John’s spine ached, and he grunted as a tail sprouted from his rear, the bones clicking as they grew and reshaped.  It flicked from side to side as John covered his face with his paws apologetically.
“Mira!”  Mark gasped.  “He was just stretching!”
Mira turned to the magician, pointing at the transforming man to her right.  “No it wasn’t!”  She waved her hand, and John fell to his stomach, stretching his limbs out.  His back, his shoulders, even his hips cracked loudly as his body reaccustomed itself to four-footed travel.
John’s ribs ached, and he wheezed as his torso barreled out into that of the muscular predator he was becoming, his clothing tearing to shreds around him.
“NOW he’s stretching.”  Mira said matter-of-factly.
John grumbled at that, shaking his fur as stripes raced along his back.  He looked down at the white fur on his belly, then looked up to find Mira’s face scant inches from his own.
She tapped him on the nose, which twitched as it flattened out.  He snuffled through it, and Mira scratched him a little more.  A deep, throaty purr came from his throat, and he rubbed his hands against her questing fingers.
Mark smiled, leaning down to pet John’s back.   “Aww, he’s a total softie.”  John rumbled his assent, blinking a few times as his eyes brightened to a rich gold.
“Unlike his girlfriend, I’m afraid.”  Mira bit her lower lip, smiling as she caught Mark’s knowing look.
“What do you mean?”  Pam asked, still spread-eagled on the ground.
“Well, you made such a cold joke at Mark’s expense, I hardly think you’ll end up like John here.”  Mira smiled, running her hand along Pam’s back.  As though there was a zipper along the back of her clothes, they fell from her body.
She continued, moving to straddle Pam’s back. “You’ll probably end up a good deal... scalier.”  As Mira spoke, she ran her hands up and down the volunteer’s back.  The skin pulled somewhat at her touch, the creaking as it became green and leathery.
Pam arched her back, small ridges pushing their way out from her spine.  She tried to turn her head to see what Mira was doing, but she couldn’t quite make it.  “What’s going on?”  She asked, trying and failing to keep the unease from her voice.
Mira leaned down and whispered into hear ear, careful to be just loud enough for her microphone.  “Look down to your arms and see.”  Mira continued to massage the girl’s shoulders, pushing them in closer to her body.
Pam stared as her skin became mottled and dark, her fingers losing some of their movement as her flesh became green and scaly.  “Oh, come on, that’s hardly fair.”  Pam muttered, feeling her legs kick behind her as they reshaped.  She watched her arms shrink and absorb into her torso.
“What makes you say that?”  Mira asked, scooting back to work on Pam’s lower spine.  “Who knows, you might come to like this?  I think the audience does.”  She waved to the crowd, who responded with cheers.
The cheers grew as Pam’s trunk widened, her scaly breasts sinking into her body.  Pam hissed loudly at this, her lungs deflating for a moment as they reshaped.  She took another breath and tried to speak, but only a low hissing came from her throat.
The back of her spine ached as it pulled out to a scaly tail.  Pam hissed again, though this was at the realization that she couldn’t quite feel Mira on top of her.  She could still feel the pressure of the performer’s body, but her scales were like a thick layer of armor on her back.
“Smile for the crowd, dear.”  Mira chirped.
Pam hissed as her teeth ached.  Her jaw was forced open as her teeth became too large for her mouth.  Abruptly, the pressure on her back eased, and Pam looked up to find Mira walking toward the crowd.
“There we have it, folks!  A lovely pair of predators—one a hot-blooded cat on the prowl, the other as cold as ice.”  Mira spread her arms to the audience.
“But Mira, you’re not done changing Pam!”  Mark smacked his hand to his forehead in a scene of exasperation.
Mira widened her eyes as much as possible, gasping theatrically.  “Well!  I guess I must have run out of juice!  I’ve never changed two people before.”
Pam hissed, her scaly nostrils flaring.  It was clear she didn’t want her changes to end like that.
“Yeah, what she said!”  Mark grinned.  “We can’t just leave her like this.”
Mira tapped her finger against her bottom lip.  “Well, I might be out of magic, but they always say love is the strongest magic there is.  But I guess in this couple’s case, maybe one lust will suffice.”
Mark turned to the couple, a broad grin on his face.  “Did you hear that?  What do you two say?  How about one last kiss for our captive audience?”
John smiled behind his fangs; Pam smiled over hers.  He padded to her body, tilting his head to kiss her passionately.  The second their lips made contact, they felt their mouths grow numb.  They continued the kiss as Pam’s jaw cracked, pushing out in to a muzzle.
Pam found herself sliding away from her lover, her V-shaped snout growing much farther out than his blunt muzzle had.  John rumbled with amusement, and Pam hissed at him angrily, snapping her jaws.
“Easy, girl!”  Mira jumped on her, holding the crocodile’s jaw shut.
Pam hissed but was unable to open her mouth, despite her best attempts.  She remembered some fact about the muscles in crocodile’s jaws, and could only flare her nostrils as Mira wrapped her whip around Pam’s snout.
Mira stood, combing a hand through her hair.  “Phew, that was a close call!  So, as you folks know, all changes last for five hours after our performance.  And I believe we pulled these two from a table of five.”  She held up a hand over her eyes to scout out the crowd.
Two people stood up to smile and wave, while the last man at the table had a look of horror on his face, no doubt realizing he’d have to help take care of John and Pam in their current form.
“Well, looks like we’ve found some animal handlers.”  Mark grinned at the one man, who nodded feebly.
“Don’t worry, they promise to be good.  Right, guys?”  Mira looked to John and Pam, who roared and hissed in unison.  Mira waved to the crowd as Mark conjured up a set of animal handling gear.  “See?  You’ll be just fine!  That’s the show for tonight, ladies and gents!”