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"Where Kenya see lions?" Rose braced herself for the incipiently enthusiastic response of her schoolmates. Only two more hours to go on their flight across the Atlantic, seven hours sitting in Heathrow, and another eight in the air before they landed in Nairobi. It was her love for big predatory cats that had pulled her along on this safari, and true to the annoying meme she would likely see lions as well as cheetahs and leopards, but no tigers. In fact, tigers had never been in Africa, and she brooded over this fact and the deception of the song as she returned to her sharpie tattoo and tried to tune out the rambunctious college kids.
"Come to Kenya, We got lions!" The geeks were being way too noisy for Shelly. She was surprised that they had managed to fill the back section of the 747, but TFU was a pretty big school. Wondering how many of her fellow travelers were only here for the extra credit, she continued to play the nerd in the window seat. Having already decided that they would be joining the Mile High Club together, she just needed to make sure he would also write her paper once they were back home.
"Got lions and tigers, only in Kenya!" Temeka was so happy she had remembered the Weeble Cartoon, it was proving to be a pretty popular time passer. Seven choruses might be a bit much for the passengers in the forward compartment, though, and now that it seemed everyone was singing together she began worrying that they might get in trouble with the flight's staff. Still, it was nice to have the recognition of her peers for once. She was very glad to have taken this opportunity to return to one of the countries of her ancestors.
"Listen up!" Ms. Flemming's sharp tone made half of the students jump and the goth girl in the back actually cursed, "We still have two hours on this flight. I know you're all excited, but we must have some consideration for the others on board." As she sat back down she added, "This isn't high school anymore," half to her self. The rest of the trip was comparatively uneventful except for the pair of students caught using the lavatory together.
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Most of the students had chosen their roommates for the week, but Rose and Shelly couldn't be bothered while Temeka, like a few others, were unable to find anyone willing. The result had the three girls in a double occupancy room with a spare cot brought up for the extra girl. Rose and Temeka managed to get along rather well after Temeka had managed to fix Rose's tattoo where it had been interrupted during the flight, but Shelly kept herself at a distance. Temeka did her best to include her but Shelly never could get the hang of relationships with other girls. By the third day, the trio had settled into a routine that kept them all as happy as they could be under the circumstances. It was quite a surprise when Rose went out for ice and didn't come back.
"How long does it take to get ice?" Temeka finally wondered aloud.
"What's it matter to you? Maybe she met a guy," came the terse reply.
"Oh, please," she returned, "she's not you."
"What's that supposed to mean? You don't think a Emo Chinese chick like her could get a boyfriend?"
"First, her family is Japanese, not that it's even a factor. Second, I think she would tell us if she were going to sneak off to meet someone, and third, I don't think there's anyone in this entire hotel that she would be remotely interested in."
"Hah! Know her that well, do you, 'Meka? After three days with you two, I'm about ready to take my chances on the guy's hall-" a noise at the door made her stop short. "Forget your key, Rose?" Shelly grinned at the other girl as she ran to get the door. Temeka had barely turned the latch when the door burst open, knocking the girl into the bathroom. A tawny brown streak shot into the room and under the cot, knocking it over in the process, while the door ricocheted off the wall and slammed shut again.
"What the heck was that?" Temeka staggered back into the hotel room cradling her left elbow which had caught the knob on the bathroom door.
Shelly was standing on her nightstand wielding the bedside lamp at the upturned cot. "There's something in here, behind your bed." Temeka froze and a faint whine could be heard from the corner of the room.
"Ok. Ok. We need to call someone. Did you see what it was?"
"You're kidding, right? And the phone is on its side." As if to confirm the fact, a loud tone came from the dark corner to let them know the receiver was off the hook. The noise startled the creature, and it leaped over the cot onto the unoccupied bed, giving the gathered girls a good look at the largest hyena they had seen yet. Shelly moved the lamp to keep it between her and the animal while Temeka pulled a drawer from the dresser to act as her shield.
The creature was glancing from one girl to the other and back, panting and making a nervous cackling noise. Something about it seemed very wrong to Temeka, aside from it being in their hotel room, but she wasn't sure what. They had learned that hyenas were pretty decent hunters, not scavengers as they were often thought of. She was trying to work out why the frightened thing wasn't attacking when she saw its leg. She lowered the wickerwork drawer as she recognised the pattern adorning the beast's left foreleg, especially the stylized rose that she had drawn three days earlier. "R-Rose?" it closed its eyes and sat on her bed.
Shelly finally lowered the lamp. "What?"
"Look at her arm, it's the same as the tattoo." The hyena began scratching at its neck, and the girls noticed its collar for the first time. Its design, done in wooden beads, blended with the fur so well it was hard to tell exactly where it started and where it ended. Temeka dropped her drawer and pulled a sewing kit from her bag before rushing to cut the collar from her friend. Once it was off it was a matter of seconds until Rose was back in her familiar, though naked, form.
"We've got to get out of here. I don't think I stopped her." Rose wasted little time getting off the bed, only pausing to make sure everything had returned to its original shape. Taking a sheet from the overturned bed she wrapped it around herself as she made for the door. Turning back, she beckoned to her stunned friends, "C'mon! It's not safe here! And bring the collar, we can't let her have it back." The pair looked at each other, but neither having a better idea they followed Rose's pleas.
As they ran along the hall other doors were already open from the earlier commotion. Many of the girls were spilling out into the hallway trying to discover what had happened. The trio had made it to the stairs before Shelly found her voice. "What is all this? What was that back there? What the hell is going on?" The stairs were full of the guys rushing up from the floor below to see what was going on.
"This is going to sound really strange, but it is the truth," Rose began, frantically pushing the elevator's call button. "Ms. Flemming -"
"Neurakknu!" A voice rang through the halls, and the gathered girls searched to find it's owner. Rose spun around, looking for one person in particular, then caught a glimpse of Temeka, who was fighting against an animated collar.
"Don't touch it!" Rose's warning was too late as Shelly took a hold of the writhing thing. She sighed and began to chant in a language neither of the other girls understood, if it even was a language at all. The pair began to panic as fur matching the color of the collar's beads began to flow up their arms and they found they could not release the lively strip. In their struggles they forgot about keeping the thing under control and it easily snapped home around Rose's neck.
Her eyes flew wide as the charmed collar consumed her voice, disarming the only effective weapon she had to combat its magic. She felt for the collar in hope of removing the cursed band before its spell had completely taken hold, but was shocked when its magic grasped her hands. In her first encounter with the collar she had been able to hold the thing until it had overtaken her elbows, not that it had done any good. Something was definitely different this time. Most likely an unforeseen effect of the two girls struggling to free their hands from the back of her neck. The pair behind Rose pulled and tugged in vain trying to get loose, but all they managed was to knock her sheet to the floor. Rose simply tried to smile at the assembly before of her, but failed as her jaw was lengthening, jutting out in front of her nose.
The halls had filled with students, all watching the spectacle from a respectful distance. Some screamed, some gossiped, some gasped, some murmured, but none dared get close enough to attempt to help. The noise of the throng finally woke the teachers, and Ms. Flemming began pushing her way to the center of the crowd's attention. "What is the meaning of this? You all should be in bed! Get back to your rooms!" she called as she moved forward. At the sight of her, Rose instinctively tried to retreat, but found that she had lost most of her strength. She realized that Temeka and Shelly's struggles had stopped altogether, and the trio were fighting just to stand. Rose's sudden movement had upset their balance and the three fell back into the open elevator car. The only sensation she felt was the other girl's arms being pushed through her neck, and even that seemed like an afterthought.
The elevator car was empty except for an odd hyena sitting in in the exact center of the floor. The girls weren't certain what was so strange about the animal until they fell through it. At that point they became less concerned with the seemingly incorporeal creature and were shocked silent realizing that they had watched themselves fall. "What the hell is this, now?" Shelly was screaming but her words were muted in the short distance between the girls. It was faint, like a shout from the other side of a forest thicket.
"We're outside." Temeka was desperately trying to keep her sanity, and that purpose behind her nervous narration allowed her voice to carry easier in the weird space. "We're out of our bodies, and our bodies... Oh god, they're all mixed up. This can't be happening. But it's too real for a dream, isn't it? And where have our clothes gone?"
Rose started the same quiet chant she had begun earlier, "Kan gon shin son ri kon da ken," each syllable rang like thunder through the environment, and almost seemed to leave ripples in the air. The effect was deafening, then like lightening the hyena leapt at the chanting girl. There was a momentary flash of light as it slid through the slight barrier she had managed to place in front of her. Catching her by the throat, it silenced her as she began her second repetition.
Shelly looked to see what had just happened and found the hyena sitting in the hall, on the far side of their friend. Rose was motionless on the ground, the bite marks on her neck oozing a strange bluish white fluid. "And now they're just gone," Temeka was continuing her account of the gross alterations happening to their bodies. "It looks like our shoulders are melting into her neck. I was right handed, how am I going to take notes now? Poor Rose has lost both arms. You can just make out where her elbows were absorbed above her collarbone." She was quite observant in her monotone monologue.
The gathered students were shuffling to get a better look at what was happening in the elevator, but the chaperons were able to keep them at a safe distance after Ms. Fleming voiced her concern that anyone who got close enough might also be affected by whatever was going on. Shelly and Temeka were unable to see any of this, since it appeared to them that a dense fog was rising in the hallway. "Look how thick her neck has gotten. It seems longer by at least three inches too. Oh! She's turning back into a hyena. I guess that makes sense." Temeka had gained momentum in her report, and it seemed like nothing could stop her until the hyena in the hall spoke.
"Quiet." The simple command instantly silenced the girl's litany, though her gaze remained transfixed on the scene in front of her. The longer she watched, the more it seemed like she was able to view their entire body at once. It was confusing at first, like being able to see all sides of a cube simultaneously, but the more she trusted this new aspect to her vision, the more it showed her. Her right shoulder was joining with Shelly's left shoulder at the base of Rose's expanding neck, fusing with the vertebrae there. Meanwhile their torsos seemed to be converging. "The charm was meant for one person, so I don't know what will happen with three, but three is a sacred number. I believe I will mark this up as another happy accident."
"Ms. Fleming?" Shelly suddenly realized it wasn't actually the hyena that was talking, but that their mythology teacher was speaking through the animal.
"Very good, Shelly," her mocking tone made it more of an admonition than a complement. "I'd give you extra credit, if that mattered any more. To be honest, I'm happy to see you girls will have a chance to become so close to each other. These days it's nearly impossible to find a friend with whom you can share absolutely everything."
"Can the stupid jokes, bitch. Why are you doing this?"
"Actually, I hadn't intended any of this. I helped organize the trip with the hopes of gaining a hyena as a familiar, that was all. It was purely chance, or maybe fate, that lead me to the collar. The prospect of a magikal animal that started out with the intelligence of a human was too good to pass up. I thought I could find a suitable subject once we got home, but your roommate overheard the shaman giving me the instructions for its use, so I had little choice at that point. It seems, though, that little Rose knows some form of Eastern religious magic."
"Shinto," Rose offered, her voice now only a weak rasp. "My folks are Christians, but my father's parents met when they worked at a shrine together." She stayed on the floor and held her injured neck while Shelly's mind filled with images of Rose and her grandparents as well as her parent's disapproval of her learning a 'heathen' religion. At almost the same time, the world seemed to split into pieces. The two girls were looking at each other, but could also see themselves from the other's vantage point. When Temeka's augmented vision was added a moment later the girls fell silent, or maybe deaf, while they tried to sort out the dizzying display.
On the floor of the elevator car, their torsos had begun to meld under a bony plate left from Shelly and Temeka's shoulder blades. It was beginning to look like a western saddle under their thickening pelt. On the other side of their conjoined body three sets of breasts were moving into two columns. Temeka's had been the largest and were settling in above Shelly's pert B's, while Rose's proud A's had been pushed to the bottom of the stack. Above them, three heavy necks carried heads that were rapidly losing their human traits. Their earrings were changing as well as their ears slid to the back of their skulls, becoming large silver hoops with fine chains that lead back to a knob on the plate at the base of Rose's neck. Their faces pushed out to a blunt muzzle as the domes of their heads flattened, pulling their pointed ears to an upright position.
Temeka was still keeping her silent vigil over their altering form, and seemed undaunted by their shared sight. Rose and Shelly were just learning to sort their distorted vision when another wave of memories washed over the trio. This time Temeka was the source, and the others saw sights of growing up in the inner city. The loss of friends and classmates to drugs, gangs, and violence, despite her best efforts to help them and her subsequent mounting desire to escape that life resulting in her graduating salutatorian. The pair trembled with a pang of grief that Temeka didn't share over the loss of her future. She was still absorbed in the spectacle on the floor.
Their navels had nearly merged, fur having been drawn around them like a jacket that had been buttoned from the top down, leaving a triangle of unchanged flesh. The coat covered them from the tip of their noses to just under the third set of breasts. The breasts themselves were a mottled motley of all three girls skin tones slowly resolving to an even color, slightly obscured by a light velvety dusting of hair near the nipples that grew in thicker closer to their body. The advance had been slowed by their hips however. The bones had joined and begun their slow dissolution of what was now two center ridges where Rose's pelvis had met the other girl's while being reshaped for a quadruped stance. At the same time, Shelly's right leg and Temeka's left were rising into the air, while the four in the center were beginning to atrophy rapidly. Shelly winced as their crotches seemed to swell between the dwindling legs.
She closed her eyes to try to block out the painful sight, but was still subject to Temeka's unblinking vision. She was forced to watch as each girl's sex was closed and a tube of flesh slowly rose in their place. Memories of the joys of a shared bed, as well as echos of the sensations and pleasure she had taken flooded the three girls. Temeka, who was a virgin, was rocked by a powerful orgasm, and for a brief time her strange sight fell silent in the other two. Rose had remained celibate after her first experience failed to impress her, and was likewise unmoved by Shelly's perspective. Shelly fell to her knees and began to cry for the loss of her womanhood.
"Silly girl," the hyena transmitted Ms. Fleming's voice again.
"Stop it," Shelly pleaded, "it's bad enough that you're making us some kind of freakish animal, but do you have to take that away too?"
Ms. Fleming laughed at this. "Dear child, I've not taken anything away. Your gender isn't being changed, but spotted hyena females have a pseudo-phallus that plays a large part in maintaining their matriarchal power structure. That matriarchy was the reason I began considering a hyena for a familiar, but the folklore behind the animal cinched the decision. If half the stories are only half true, you're still becoming a magnificent creature. I'm almost envious of you."
"Then you take the collar, dammit!" Rose was regaining her voice. Her demand earned another peal of laughter from Ms. Fleming.
"What then, Rose? Trust you three not to tell my story? Simply allow myself to pass into a minor legend, forgotten within a year? No, we have much more to accomplish once we're Stateside again. You girls may curse me now, but in time you'll come to thank me."
Temeka's sight returned to the pair behind her as she regained her senses after being ravaged by Shelly's memories. She was in time to catch the last vestiges of the spare legs disappearing into a shrinking crotch. Each girl had her own equipment, but as the extra legs were absorbed for their mass the three strange sexes began to merge. It only took a moment before the three had become one. As a thick tail slunk out from the base of their shared spine, there was no physical evidence left that they had ever been human. In their dusky realm, the phantom hyena rose from where it had been sitting and moved toward their new form.
Every step it took seemed to add size to the creature they had become. "This is interesting," Ms. Fleming's voice remarked. "The spell was meant for one, I hadn't considered the possible side effects if it was used on three." They started about the size of a Labrador, and quickly scaled up. Larger than a Mastiff, past a Saint Bernard, everything seemed to grow equally for the most part. Their breasts spread out along their chest, but retained a mostly human shape. They were larger than a deer now, growing past the size of a small horse. As the hyena spirit stepped into their body, their size settled somewhere around that of a small elephant.
Their companion hyena disappeared into their physical body, and the girls started to feel a strange pull towards the alien shape. Temeka, having found an unexpected escape from a life she loathed, willingly returned to their altered form, and the pull doubled on the remaining two. "What do we do?" Shelly was desperate as she was pulled along the floor on her knees.
"How should I know?" Rose used the force of their body's pull to sit herself upright. "I did my best and it didn't work. I could try a ritual cleansing for a new home."
"Yeah, very funny." Shelly was clawing at the floor trying to slow her acceleration towards their comatose form.
"I suppose we sit back, try not to get on each other's nerves too much, and wait for our chance to get back at the bitch." She found it odd that she could remain so glib in such a situation, but Rose did have a tendency to take life as it comes. Her new friend vanished the moment she touched the body, and it began to twitch its legs and tail with the addition of it's new resident. "Looks like we'll be room mates a little longer," she thought as she was the last one to be rejoined.
The elevator cables were creaking under their strain, and Mr. Fitzgibbons, the assistant football coach that had always wanted to go on safari, decided it was too much of a risk to leave the girls in there much longer. He tried to pull them to safety on his own, half to make sure it was safe to touch them, and half to see if this hadn't been a mass hallucination. Coordinating several of the larger boys that had assembled, he managed to get the beast back into the hall. The teachers had no idea what to do in such a situation, but they wound up following Ms. Fleming's suggestion of having the animal crated and returned to the school. The trip would have to be cut short.
When the girls finally awoke, they found themselves in the dark in a large wooden box. They were unable to move, and Rose came to the conclusion that they had been drugged. From the noise outside the box, she guessed they were at an airport, and with some concentration, she could make out Ms. Flemming's voice.
"That should be more than enough, all you have to do is make sure this crate goes somewhere other than the United States. Clear?"
"Yes, yes, can do that." came the reply as she was being overtaken by the fog of the drugs again. Suddenly all three of them were roused simultaneously with a command from their mistress that rang in their minds.
"Awake." Ms. Flemming paused a moment to pick up her carry-on and let the girls fully recover from the tranquilizer. "You should be able to take your new body to the dream-state. If you can't figure out how, the Spirit should be able to teach you." The girls realized there was another entity sharing their connection. "Return home and wait for me." The fourth occupant of their changed form spurred them to their feet. It seemed that they would have to overcome the spirit that had been with them in the hallway before they would be able to take action against the Witch. In Customs no one noticed the large crate shake for a moment before a fine mist escaped through its cracks.