Clothic Horror (Inanimate)

By: ThatGuy

It was a dark and sinister night. The evening wind was cold, the moon was full and the forest dark and still with fog… save for two shapes trudging through the brush.

The haze parted as two young women walked past, traveling alone under the dark moonlight. One of them had her arm slung around the other, and closer inspection would show that it was no friendly gesture, but much needed support for the other’s weight. Her companion was just barely staying on her feet. She stumbled and strained with every step, crying out again and again as if in pain. Yet at the same time, she spent all her energy struggling against the gentle hold, trying to walk alone even though whatever she was feeling made it almost impossible.

“Easy, easy!” The upright woman hissed, dodging as her friend tried to shove her away. “I’ve got you!”

“You shouldn’t!” The other, reeling in the grass, said with ragged, wheezing breaths. “How many times to I have to tell you to leave me here! Go!”

But her support, whose name was Nicole, stayed put. “I’m not going anywhere, Lynn. You need me right now.”

It would have been hard for anyone to disagree while forced to their knees from pain, anyone but Lynn it seemed. “You don’t understand! I-I can’t hold it in any more!” As if to demonstrate, her body spasmed suddenly and she cried out again.

“I know. I know.”

“No, you don’t!” Lynn shrieked. She gripped her arms, hugging herself to hold against some unseen strain. “It’s building in my skin, tearing me apart!” Her breath turned ragged, and a mania swirled in her eyes. “I need to release it on… on someone.” Her voice reduced to a menacing hiss. “And it’s going to be you if you don’t get the fuck out of here right now!”

Nicole flinched, but for her sake Lynn didn’t let up. She was raw and near insane with desperation, barely holding on from the power prickling under her skin, and she wanted - no, she needed her friend to know it. It couldn’t happen again. She had to let it out. And whenever she did, she lost someone.

It had been like this for months, now, ever since the feeling just started one day. She still didn’t know why. Maybe her, innocent little Lynn, had inadvertently said the wrong thing to someone who put a curse on her. Maybe an idle wish by a mall store window with an empty wallet had sealed her fate. Maybe this was just something she was born with, awakening like a monster now that she was old enough to use it. It reared its head and bit those she cared about through her. All of them gone, no way to bring them back.

She could hold it back at first, but it got stronger by the day, exponentially over time. Week one was easy. Week two was uncomfortable. Week three was pure misery. Eventually she would feel it, like electricity under her fingers, but it wouldn’t end just yet. She hadn’t made it past four weeks. At that point it would arc out of her, drawing her to the nearest living being. She would fail to hold it back, and the power would strike… turning them into clothing.

She thought she was dreaming the first time, her roommate Apollonia became a bra. Apollonia had never gotten along with her, surely she had just moved out without a goodbye. It must have been an old bra she found, that she bought and forgot about. Anything else was impossible, she thought… or hoped.

Then she got worse again, and her friend Mavis, who had thought she was sick, became a halter top. She and Nicole were mutual friends, and this was how Nicole found out. The other girl insisted they keep it a secret until they found out a cure. Who would believe them anyway?

This was a mistake. Their other friend Millie, who had always been so close to them, became paranoid. She knew they were hiding something about Mavis. She kept digging, even when Lynn asked her to stop. Even when it was too late, and Lynn begged her to stay away. She was a pair of nylon pantyhose now.

So she left. She ran away to who know’s where, somewhere off the grid where no other person could be a victim of her power. But instead the worst happened. Her sister Kelly-Anne, who she loved so much, had tracked her down and brought her home. She refused to believe Lynn’s warnings, and it wouldn’t stop. Lynn couldn’t stop. Kyrie was now a dress, long, red and lacy at the bottom.

Lynn hadn’t worn the dress yet. Or the hose. The only reason she wore the bra was because she didn’t believe, but now that she knew it had been Apollonia how could she? She was doomed to destroy lives and replace them with fabric. The only person she had left was Nicole, and she wouldn’t let her be next.

“I don’t want you to end up like the others…” she pleaded, but Nicole wouldn’t listen. Nobody ever listened.

“I won’t!” Nicole said. She had an idea, but she underestimated just how far along Lynn was. Her friend’s hands crackled with power, while she remained oblivious. “Just snap out of it and you’ll understand.”

“N-no, you don’t understand!” Panting heavily, Lynn turned to Nicole - her eyes glowing with magical energy, and for the first time Nicole realized that her idea might not ever have a chance. ”I can’t hold it in can’t hold it in can’t hold it!”

“Aw, crap,” Nicole gulped.

“Nononono!” Lynn babbled, but as always it would not stop. She put one hand on her other wrist, trying in vain to hold her self back, but nevertheless her free hand drifted closer and closer to her friend’s chest…

Then they were rudely but rudely interrupted. There was a loud howl which actually managed to briefly shock Lynn out of her trance, and then right after a huge THUD as something landed in the clearing beside them. Something large and furry. Nicole, for some reason, looked ecstatic.

“I-Is that a wolf?” Lynn gasped, her power forgotten somehow. “Oh, gosh!”

It was a wolf, but not one they had ever seen before, not even on television. It was padding towards them on claws as big as their heads, its tail making more heavy THUD sounds as it whipped aggressively in the dirt.

“It’s… i-it’s pretty big for a wolf, too,” Nicole stammered.

It had lots and lots of sharp teeth, and its eyes burned with hunger and rage. It was no simple wild animal, but something ready to kill.

“Aaaah!” Lynn shrieked, and it was hardly believable that a minute ago she was the dangerous one here. “It’s a d-direwolf!”

“Is that a real thing?” Nicole asked.

“Shut up! We’re gonna die!”

“No, we’re not!” Nicole slowly began to smirk, quickly glancing in realization at her still slightly glowing friend before putting her eyes back on the beast. “This is perfect! It’s why I brought you out here!”

“So I could get eaten by a wolf?” Nicole said incredulously. For a second she actually stopped to consider it, but then thought better. “I get the idea, b-but aren’t there are less painful ways to end my curse?”

Nicole would have smacked her, but touching was an almost as suicidal right now as rushing the work. “No, stupid! Use your power!”

“But will that even work on an animal?“

“Worth a shot!” Nicole screamed. “Just do it!”

They were out of time. The massive beast lunged towards them, it’s teeth bared and claws extended, and they had only seconds from it tearing first one, then another of their precious throats out. Even calm Nicole yelped, only now starting to lose hope in the chances her plan would work. Lynn was panicking, for there was no other way out. She had no choice but to trust her friend’s vague ideas or die here in the middle of the woods.

Just before the wolf could reach them, she chose - she threw her hand out and dropped to her knees, crying from the stress and fear.

Time stopped for a second, but only for the wolf. It froze in midair, then suddenly seemed to collapse in on itself. Its body was folding, weaving over itself. Then a moment later it was gone, and a pair of thick, fuzzy grey panties dropped into the dirt.

Squealing with excitement, Nicole picked it up and showed it to Lynn, who was still in a state of shock. She ran her hands over it, and gave a contented sigh at the way they felt. They were soft to the touch, like quilt or freshly done hair. The fabric was lined in what was now fake fur, and even had a cute little wolf’s tail. Everything Lynn’s power made was exquisite, like the best high-end designer clothing, but they could never bring themselves to wear them - it always felt wrong. But this was the most adorable pair of panties either of them had ever seen.

“Oh my gosh, it’s so cute!” Lynn gasped happily, still in disbelief. Her urge to use her power was completely gone.

“I know, right?” Nicole giggled as she played with the tail. “Too bad it won’t fit under most pants. We’ll have to start wearing skirts more, unless this thing is detachable.” She yanked at the appendage and soon found that it was not.  Lynn, who wore skirts and dresses a lot more often than her friend, just laughed. Nicole picked up on her friend’s relief and smirked. “Feeling better, I hope?”

“Yes!” Lynn said, jumping to her feet with a smile. She tentatively reached out and hugged Nicole, feeling even more joy when nothing happened - though Nicole may have panicked for a split second. “You did it! It’s gone! At least for now. The magic is spent, and I didn’t have to change anybody!” She looked back at the underwear in Nicole hands and lost a bit of steam. “Well, nobody human anyway.”

“Exactly!” Nicole grinned. “Instead of running out of roommates - or me - you can just come out here and blast some dumb animal into a dress or some gloves or a nifty pair of undies every once in a while. It won’t earn you any favors from PETA, but it’ll keep you from lining your dresser with our friends and family.”

“It seems mean, though.”

“Meaner than turning innocent people into underwear?”

Lynn sighed. “I guess not.”

“See?” Nicole said reassuringly. “We still have to find out how to change your sister and the others back, but for now we’ve got a solution.

Lynn supposed she couldn’t argue with that. Resigning herself to this new solution, she reached for the article that her friend was still playing around with. “I guess I should take this and put it with the others.”

Nicole stepped back. Suddenly, she was sheepish. “Um… actually, c-can I keep these?” She instinctively hugged the fluffy underwear to her chest. They were cottony, but felt so silky and smooth like a fur stole. More than anything she she wanted to try them on, wear them out and drift off to sleep in their snug embrace… “You can totally come out here and make yourself one out of a squirrel or something next month!”

“I guess so,” Lynn said, though she was a little surprised at Nicole’s enthusiasm. She wasn’t in a rush to wear anything her power had made, so Nicole was welcome to the former wolf.

Nicole cheered and carefully stuffed the panties into her jacket. “Thanks! And you’ll see, pal,” She said, clapping Lynn on the back. Together, they linked up shoulder to shoulder and made their way back to where they came from. “After today, you’ll never have to transform another human being again…”

——

Hours later... 

The moon began its descent in the waning twilight. Nicole was now back in her apartment fast asleep, her unconscious mind happily dreaming of soft caresses.

She was wrapped up partially in blankets like a caterpillar who quit partway through making a cocoon. Her bottom half stuck out, and her legs dangled out off her bed in her sleep. She had put on her wonderfully fuzzy new underwear as soon as she got home, and spent a few hours just walking around enjoying the feel of them. But since then they slipped down off her hips as she rolled and wriggled in the night and were now hanging lazily near of her ankle.

The sun began to poke over the horizon. As it did, the panties twitched on Nicole’s foot. After a few seconds they twitched again, then jumped off her leg entirely to fall on the carpet below. Then, in a way neither Nicole nor Lynn would have believed, they began to unfold themselves.

At the front where the legs met, something starting to move. It was lumps, then it was digits. Fingers took shape, then toes. They stretched out as the garment spread itself wide, becoming larger and larger. A new shape arose out of it, like a fuzzy grey blob at first with a cute furry tail. But then the tail retracted in, and the fuzz shrank back to reveal a smooth, brown texture. It was soft, moisturized skin, attached to a gently forming figure of a woman that seemed to come from nothing. Finger attached to arms, and arms attached to legs. There was torso and a waist, then a bustline and a place for panties of her very own.

Her chest rose and fell with breath. Her parts jerked a bit here and there as she became complete. At first, this woman was just as unconscious as the one on the bed above her, but then she suddenly groaned and started to move. Slowly, her eyes opened in the sunlight…

Keisha threw herself upright at once. This wasn’t the forest. Usually when she opened her eyes it was in the middle of the forest, most days surrounded by the remains of some poor deer.

The thought that maybe she made her way back to her room, but that wasn’t right either. It was definitely someone’s bedroom, but it wasn’t hers. The wrong walls, the wrong furniture, the wrong… person under the blanket?! She let out a way-too-loud gasp, then stifled herself before her reaction woke up the person sleeping behind her. She was sitting on some random woman’s bed, and it’s occupant was still in it!

Whose house was this? What the hell was she doing here? She was a little uncomfortable to realize that she had no idea. Usually she had some kind of memory of her accursed nights - a blur of motion, a flash of violence, the dreadful feeling of that horrible, horrible hunger. But this time there was nothing. It was as if the wolf had simply and suddenly gone to sleep.

She looked back to the woman - whoever she was - who was still asleep despite the commotion. Whoever this was, she was thankfully un-bloodied, in fact she didn’t have a scratch on her. Not even a paper cut. Keisha had been at the foot of her bed, maybe this crazy woman had actually tried to take in a bloodthirsty werewolf as a pet? Though… it felt like something else going on. Maybe Keisha had finally managed to refrain from hurting anything or anyone this time. Or maybe this woman had really had calmed the wolf somehow.

These were all questions for another day. She was in some random person’s house, completely naked. She had to get out before whoever this was woke up and found her there. If anyone found her here, who knows how she could explain herself. There were blankets on the floor, the same as on the bed. Clearly this woman liked to be swaddled up, but was careless in her sleep. Silently apologizing, Keisha stole one off of the ground and fled from this unknown room, rushing back to her own home in the glow of sunset where few people were awake to see her.

She was unaware of what had truly happened to the wolf the night before, or what would now happen to her. Just as Lynn didn’t realize that she had changed another person that night, in a strange and unexpected way, Keisha would not know for some time that due to an unbelievable mixing of magics, the nature of her curse had become something very different.

No longer would she transform into a wolf when the moon was round and lit up the sky. Instead of fur, she would wear fabric. Instead of baring claws, she would laid bare herself. Instead of inspiring fear, the sight of her artificial tail bobbing in the air would be seen as cute or perhaps even sexy. For instead of hunting man she would be hunted by woman, desired by those with a fitting waist and legs to be displayed.

For the rest of her days, the wretched Keisha Kant would forever be… AN UNDERWEARWOLF!