Client Service: The Collar for a King (Preview)

“It's finally here!” Kale’s gray, red tipped end tail swished about excitedly. He yanked the package off the welcome mat and took it into his home, excitement growing by the second.

He tossed it down on the kitchen table and tore it apart. Soon, he uncovered the special treat inside: a black metal collar with small spikes along its band. His tail wagged even harder looking at it.

The folf (Fox/Wolf) grinned, holding the collar up high. Step one complete!

The fluffy anthro had it all figured out. A big costume party was coming next month, and he had big plans. Everyone was probably going to show up in boring, store-bought costumes or stuff that wasn't particularly neat. He was going to show everyone up with something special.

In honor of the recent movie and game, Kale the Folf was going to wear the best Bowser costume anyone had ever seen. He had everything planned out, having ordered all the necessary pieces and parts to put it all together. So far, the collar had been the first thing to arrive.

Holding the collar, it had to note how heavy and real it felt. The metal used for it felt strong and the spikes were a tad sharp, but not too much so. That website he went to really did it justice on the quality of it.

Though, there was one problem. Holding it up to his neck, Kale frowned. Seems a bit big, doesn't it?

Finding the latch on it, the folf opened the collar and then snapped it around his own neck, careful not to get any of his gray or white fuzz caught up in it. The accessory hung loosely on him, the front of it dipping down towards his collar bone. The heaviness of it also strained against his neck. He could imagine it getting sore after wearing it for long stretches.

Kale slipped his paw between his neck and the opening of the collar, running his red pads along the opening space. Yep, definitely big! He sighed, hands dropping to his side. Authentic yes, but I should've checked if it came in a smaller size. This is just-

There was a low rumble from his neck, running up to his face and to the tip of his snout. Everything vibrated, shook and trembled, fur standing on end. Kale could feel his mouth growing numb, sensation leaving it. He couldn't say anything, his muzzle not reacting to his attempts to move it.

Then at once, something shifted. His nose turned to a light, sandy brown, texture of it smoothing out. The coloration spread to the tip of his muzzle, gray fur vanishing and leaving behind the smooth skin. The area began to bloat and shift, nostrils spreading further apart and looking far more reptilian.

His muzzle pushed backwards as the skin change spread downward towards his head, the area puffing out and swelling. His cheeks puffed out as his bottom jaw changed the same way, giving him a strange but familiar mug.

Eventually, Kale felt his jaws again. Ugggh, what was… He instinctively reached up to his mug, stroking the puffier, wider muzzle now. “What is this?!”