Time Share



Lindsay looked at the setting sun and hurried. It wasn't safe for a girl like her to be out at night – too many creeps were out at the night. Hell, too many creeps were out in the daytime, too.  Couldn't a girl just go out shopping for a day in peace?

"Wait," She said, her mind struggling. "Like, there was something I needed to remember… something about spirte? I think?" She stopped, brushing a few strands of long blonde hair out of her eyes. Her short green mini-dress felt comfortable in the cool night, and… what was it about the night that was bugging her?


Lindsay had been woken up from a glowing light in front of her, which was weird, since she was lying down. Looking up, it looked like a mirror… but mirrors didn't glow white.

There was a faint whispering sound.

"H-hello?" Lindsay asked, using the bed covers to cover her naked body up. "Who's there?"

"Help… can… me?" She heard a voice call out.

"Is someone there?" Lindsay asked, now quite afraid, replied.

"Can anyone help me?" A man's voice said. A figure slowly faded into existence in the glowy mirror thing. "Anyone?" The voice belonged to a man, that much she knew. The figure speaking to her was as naked as Lindsay was, and she blushed.

"Well, hello there," Lindsay said.

"Who… hello," The figure, a humanoid fox, complete with red and white fur and tail, replied. "Can you hear me?"

"Loud and clear," Lindsay nodded.

"Good," He said. "I need your help."


Lindsay stopped, feeling a discomfort in her crotch as she noticed her dress beginning to shrink… or was she growing?

"Oh yeah!" Lindsay remembered. "Like, that ghost bond thing! I was supposed to get home before dark." Her ears began to become pointed, and her face began to push out, her nose starting to merge with the rest of her face. Her breasts began to shrink, while her shoulders broadened enough to stretch her dress. She could feel bones cracking as her curves started to invert. It was all rather painful.


"Don't I get to know your name?" Lindsay asked. "I'm Lindsay."

"Ugh… fine, I'm Nathaniel," He said.

"Really?"

"Yes," He said. "Of course, that's just the name you understand, where I'm from, the language we speak would be unpronounceable by you humans."

"Really?" She asked, now interested. "Where do you…" There was a crashing sound and Nathaniel turned, as if looking to see what was behind him.

"No time," Nathaniel said. "I need your help, okay? I'm dead, and…"

"You're dead?" Lindsay gasped. "Then… are you a ghost?" Nathaniel sighed, putting his head in his hands.

"If only I had more time…" He muttered. "Yes, I'm a ghost, but that's not important."

"It's not?" Lindsay asked, sounding confused. "But I thought being dead was import…"

"Look! Very bad people are going to try and take over your world unless I get over there and stop them from coming in through your end!" Nathaniel shouted. "And I can't do that without a host body, because I'm dead!"


Lindsay's body continued to change, the largest changes happening inside her, her ovaries and womb beginning to form a scrotum and testicles, which had nowhere else to go but out of her body, and squished by the pink thong Lindsay had put on earlier. Black fur spread up her arms, while orange fur began to spread across her face and shoulders. Her hair grew shorter and turned from her regular blonde to a brownish-orange. A tuft of white fur sprouted just below her collarbone as her chest completely flattened out. A tail began to grow.

"Like, ow, ow, ow…." Lindsay hissed as her vocal cords stretched and her voice deepened. As it did, something else seemed to take over.

"Damn bimbo!" An undeniably male voice said. "Every frickin' night, this happens!"


"Host body?" Lindsay asked, nervous, and thinking of that scene from "Alien".

"We will share a body," Nathaniel said. "It's called 'soul-bonding'. During the day, you'd take over, but at night, you would turn into me, and I would be in control, okay?"

"Does it have to be at night?" Lindsay asked.

"No, it can be in the day," Nathaniel said. "Do you have anything important to do at night?"

"Well…" Lindsay said, quickly thinking. "No, not really, except sleeping."

"Night it is," Nathaniel said quickly. "Okay, but you must remember to be at your home before sunset, alright?"

"Why?"

"People might see you turning into me and panic," Nathaniel explained.

"Would that ruin my reputation?" Lindsay asked. Nathaniel did a facepalm and exclaimed:

"Yes! It would! Now, hold out your hand before it's too late!" Lindsay reached out her hand to the glowy-mirror thing and asked,

"Like this?"

"Good," Nathaniel said. "Hopefully I'm not too late to save your world…"

Everything else was lost as their fingers touched.


Nathaniel leaned against a nearby tree, panting.

"If being soul-bonded to a human female wasn't bad enough," He said, standing and staring as the remains of Lindsay's dress did their best to cover his privates. "She has to be a complete air-head!" Gritting his teeth, he walked off, albeit uncomfortably.

"Damn thongs!" He said, in the tone some might say, "Damn hemorrhoids". Hoping that he could get to Lindsay's home and get his own stash of clothes before the pain became too much to bear, Nathaniel kept his head down and walked quickly.

"One of these days," He muttered.


Across the city, what looked like a wild boar anthro ripped the remains of a dress off his rather large body.

"I'll find you tonight, Nathaniel," He growled. "I'll find you, and I'll kill you."




TO BE CONTINUED (?)