[center][b][h2]Snep-Snek-Skunk-Biceptember[/h2]
By SupersuMC[/b][/center]

Michael always dreaded September. Ever since he was cursed by a witch to transform into something along the lines of each month's punny art theme, the once-human transformee had a tendency to transform into the one theme he knew of for September: skunks. However, this time around it would be even worse, having discovered Snektember for snakes, Sneptember for snow leopards, and Biceptember for muscles in the months since he transformed into an otter made of ink. Before being cursed, he used to enjoy the themes he saw on FurAffinity each month. Now, he simply dreaded them. After all, the fewer he knew of, the better, and until last January, he actually had a chance of being human during the first month of the year. Sighing, the dragon lay down in his bed, hoping he'd be anything [i]but[/i] a skunk the next morning.

As the clock struck midnight, the dragon's body was human ever-so-briefly before the month's art themes took hold on his form. His face stretched into the muzzle of a snow leopard, gray spotted fur covering his head and upper body as venomous snake fangs grew out of his upper jaw, his lower jaw becoming stretchy and seperable in the middle with a long forked tongue as his ears moved to the top of his head, pointed like a snep's with the added roundness from a skunk. Double stripes of white extended from the tip of his muzzle and ran down the length of his body as scales ran down the remainder of his body, save for his legs and posterior where black fur sprouted instead with a certain gland odorously declaring its prescence in his rectum. His body began to stretch long and limber, powerful muscles made for slithering building themselves up as his legs joined to his tailbone to form a fluffy black-furred tail, the white stripes stretching along it before coming to the rounded tip and lifting up in a subconscious display of confidence. His arms, meanwhile, gained the spotted gray fur of the snow leopard, retractable claws replacing his fingernails as his changes began to draw to a close with his body bulging with overdeveloped muscle. Michael slept on, oblivious to the changes, though he had the strangest dreams of being a hybrid of a snep, snek, and skunk.

When Michael awoke on September 1st, his bathroom was filled with a pungently acrid aroma as he beheld himself in the mirror: a sneppy naga packing unhealthily strong 12-pack abs and muscles with the tail of a skunk, doomed to have this appearance for the rest of the month. His only consolation was that this October was likely going to be even worse.