Become Your Fursona

… the feelings I’m used to are gone. Instead of the chill, liquid rush through my cooling lines, I feel a faint thump, thump in my neck. And instead of the whoosh of air over my circuits, the pump of mechanical breath, I feel … nothing.

I stand there confused, turning around trying to see myself and failing. My tail swishes, not with nervousness but annoyance. It feels floppy and loose, as though it’s not secured tight but is hanging limply on my skeleton. Everything feels floppy and loose, and I wrap my arms around myself, as if trying to keep my squishy flesh from sloughing right off of my bones.

It hurts, and I wince and let go as I realize I’ve pinched myself.

You might remember Claris, the robot fox, if you’ve read Crystal Core. Something very interesting has just happened to her. Can you guess what? Find out in The Worth of Souls!

The banner is once again provided by Krizzo, who is awesome. Also, thank you to everyone who’s provided support in one way or another. I’m sorry about the late update, and I’ll be moving out (finally) this week.