Kejital Wyvern costume tf

The sun was bright, and it was a breezy day in blank. Kejital had a long week as a centaur, after his brush with a crazy horse, he worked for a museum as a “in costume character” he changed back on Saturday. Kejital took a walk from his apartment careful to avoid all animals, shiny objects and every vendor and specialty food store, he wasn’t taking any chances. He got a double cheeseburger, large fry and Coke from a MacDonald’s to go, paid for it and left the store as a large woman and her twenty five kids passed through the doorway to wreak havoc upon the defenseless employees.

Kejital checked on his book order, getting into a frustrating argument with a Bookstore employee over his name. The woman helping him looked like she was twenty and didn’t have too much substance between her ears. He declared he was not Kei, Kenji, or Keyahahninikikiki=-pegong-neeeeeeeeeeeeewhop, but Kejital. “Kenjital?” she asked pronouncing it phonetically and adding the letter “n”. Kejital exploded, “It’s pronounced, KEH-YAHD-TILL! Where did you even get the N from?” Then the woman asked last name, and he smacked himself in the head, “Vecelli. VEEH-CHELL-EE” he ended exasperated.

“Oh we got that in weeks ago, Mr. Vecelli why didn’t you say that it’s so much easier to remember.” She went to the back room find his books, Understanding Animals, and the Medieval Mythical Bestiary, she came back with them. She handed the books over calling out the price, “29.97 before tax.” Kejital handed her two twenty dollar bills, (the museum had paid him for his services as a centaur) and took his change and left.

Again dodging anything out of the ordinary and he kept his eyes shut as he passed the zoo and a few blocks later a costume shop. He came to a large central park and sat down on a bench where he ate his quickly cooling lunch. After devouring it, he walked his trash h to a waste bin and tossed it in. That’s when he saw it, an orange and red shiny cloth thing thrown at the base of the basket. Immediately he was drawn to it, he approached it and started to bend down when he smacked himself and stood up. He was not going to meddle in it. Bad things happened when he meddled.

He recalled the last times he touched strange things, Halloween he put on the scary sheet and wound up an… well bad example that still sent shivers down his spine. He touched and dropped a gold statue of Anubis, and became a dog-thing. Wandered in a swamp and became a snake, ate a fish turned into a fish-man got lost in the woods…and turned into a satyr… on three separate occasions….”Dang I’ve done a lot of stupid things” he concluded. He couldn’t tear himself away from looking at the bright material, and nobody was around either. It was probably just a shirt or a pair of pants or something like that, he reasoned. But why was it so striking?

Eventually he sat on the bench, staring off into space, he could forget it. It wasn’t important. It was probably diseased or dirty. He was so beyond it… Then he got up and took it.

It was a costume, a dragon costume. But it didn’t have any wings, the fingers and toes where webbed, the face was frilled as was the spine. It looked kind of realistic, but at the same time there were visible seams in the parts connecting the limbs and the claws. He felt a nagging sensation to put the thing down and walk away. But instead curiosity got the best of him and he put his left hand in it. He stretched it over his arm, accidentally tearing it as it passed over his upper arm.

“Uh oh… I’m in trouble.” He looked everywhere expecting some one to yell at them for breaking their Halloween costume, but nobody came. It was then that Kejital noticed there were more holes in it… there was a hug tear down the right leg, the back of the neck a part of the spinal frill and the front groin area and the mask too. But… theses weren’t there before. Finally realizing he was messing with something he shouldn’t be, He tore it off, or tried too. It had glued to his arm. “What… the hell?”

Kejital moved away from the benches to a grassy trail. He stopped on the left leg of the suit and used his arms to tear the right sleeve off. As he struggled, his left foot holding down the costume leg suddenly felt warm. He looked down to see the clawed foot sliding over his shoe, dissolving it completely. “Here we go again” he said glumly, feeling the burger churn in his stomach as he the fear crept in.

The suit now behind him, latched onto his back and burnt off his shirt, then the other arm crept itself over his left forearm, adhering itself and slowly working itself around his upper arm. “Ack!!” He said releasing his right arm and staring at the new development, he heard the sound of a fountain splashing in the distance. “Water!! That can take this off!” he reasoned, if it felt like fire and was sticking to his body, why couldn’t a quick dip remove it? He began running, and as he did the suit’s tail stuck to his rear end, putting a fairly large hole in his pants.

He stopped as the leg of the costume his foot that was attached to surged around him and burnt off the entire pant leg. With his left hand he caught his shredding pants as a sudden red blur blocked his vision. The sudden loss of sight was preceded only with a crawling sensation on his back and neck. This is the mask, he told himself. The mask filled his nostrils, covered his eyes, and filled out his mouth. He was blind, suffocating and afraid. He tore at the mask with his right hand which itself had become …weird. As he tried to free himself suddenly his mouth was opened, and he could feel air rushing through his sharpened teeth…and over his long pointed tongue. The air wasn’t coming in fast enough he roared, while trying to breathe in snapping the still forming fabric, which was becoming his flesh and bone.

His smell was returned ten-fold as his new nostrils opened, Kejital forced his eyelids open and the orbs within too had intensified in reception, colors, depth contrast everything was clearer. The suit meanwhile had made headway crawling down his body annihilating his shirt completely. He felt the suit cover his hair and touched it with his right hand to see if he had become bald. He did feel a frill there, but below that he felt his normal hair, full as always. As he pulled his hand down he was met with a shock. His fingers where lengthening.
At last he understood why the suit had no wings, it was a wyvern. The wings were the arms, he saw the red scaled digits lengthen and the orange membrane spread between them. His tail and frills continued to grow, and the remaining leg seize the opportunity to attack his free leg and quickly converted it to reptilian proportions.

The muscles of his body were augmented by the suit, as it fixed the rips; removing all of his clothing (his underwear remains in place for when the suit releases him.) and sizing him up slightly. His hands stretched into powerful wings, easily capable of lifting him into the air, his feet where arched up and his legs were digit grade. He exhaled slowly and without thinking first breathed a small flame. He quickly blew it away, willing the fire to not come out this time. He rolled his eyes and flapped his new wings, “Another week as a weirdo” and soared off.

:Epilogue:
A week later the costume did slip off, while Kejital was flying and he crashed into a tree, and suit floated down in front of a wastebasket…

As he embarrassedly crept out of sight in the middle of the night, naked but for a pair of boxers, a man was watching him taking down notes for later experimentation. There were far too many variables; Kejital was already a shape shifter, so that may have influenced the costume’s reaction. Kejital’s personality had also kept the one in the costume from awakening, and the essence itself did not even seem to mind Kejital moving the costume all alone. He returned back to the costume shop Kejital had passed earlier that week handing over the costume, and all of his research to an elderly man in the back room.

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DUN-TAHDAAAAAAAAAAAAH
Yeah this is my half of the trade with and I ambiguously linked it with his continuity, and since he’s not here right now, he’ll judge it and decide later if he wants the connection in or out. Yeah I changed his name to Kejital Vecelli, I drew this listening to Image by Theatre of tragedy, and colored listening to Debris by the same band.

We discussed costumes, he wanted a non-morphic I suggested a wyvern, which he thought would be difficult but told me to go-ahead anyway. He also asked for Kejital to be the one transformed.

For Costume shop, Drethan, and that unnamed guy are all © to him.
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Kejital is © to me, and he may not be used in anything without my consent, and without crediting me.

Happy Easter

:Edit: and this is my 300th Deviation!