Frogged

Abzu's roars echoed down the sewers behind her. Aerith didn't slow, feet splashing in the puddles of water she didn't want to think too hard about as she ran.

She turned into another junction, and froze when she saw something else there. There were more monsters that lived in the sewers beyond just Corneo's pet. One creature was in front of her, almost as tall as she was, with green scales and a shell, and a pointed trident in one hand. A sahagin.

"Oh, not good," Aerith said.

She looked around again, not seeing any alternate paths. Unless she wanted to go back to Abzu, she'd have to go past it.

Aerith took a step, and reddened as the trident prodded her stomach, reminded again of her nudity. It might not be so bad now she was alone, rather than surrounded by Wall Market or the lecherous Don, but she'd still have preferred to have her dress back. She could feel herself jiggle each step she ran.

The sahagin stared at her for a second. She didn't move, wary.

And then there was a puff of blue smoke. The sahagin wielded its trident, casting some kind of spell. Aerith tried to move, but couldn't get very far in time. She felt as a rush of thaurmaturgical air caressed her skin, starting at her legs, then ascending higher, past her slit, her boobs, and enveloping her face so that all she could see was blue.

Aerith tried to swear. A croak was all that came out.

When her vision resolved, the sewers and sahagin both seemed suddenly a lot larger. Aerith tried to take a step, and found herself jumping instead. She looked up in a panic at the sahagin.

She'd heard that that kind of monster could cast a spell to turn their targets into frogs. Aerith hopped sideways, even less inclined to slow down now. She hadn't expected to be struck by one.

The sahagin lunged at her now she was defenseless. Aerith spotted a grate on the wall and hopped frantically towards it, determined to let the curse work for her. She'd never have been able to fit into that gap as a human, but as a frog it might be doable. She squeezed through the bars, gasping and croaking as she managed it.

That might make navigating this place a bit easier. Intent on getting out of there, Aerith hopped along, keeping to the small passageways to monster could reach. The spell wouldn't last forever, but ideally she'd be able to get it to wear off in a place with a change of clothes.