Jewel Roxx

Too much of an 80's TV show turns a cat into a glam rock dinosaur. Explicit.

There had to be cosmic irony somewhere in this. He had called in sick for work today. But his boss didn't want him losing the whole day in terms of productivity, so at nine in the morning, wrapped in a blanket and sniffling, he took a big bag of VHS tapes from one of the other interns.

He was being asked to watch cartoons as his job, and he didn't want to do it; that was the ironic part. He was sleepy, and his fur was all messy from rolling around constantly, and he wasn't exactly thinking straight. But his boss would want his 'trendy young 16-24 year old feline demographic' opinion on...he pulled one of the tapes from the bag. Jewel Roxx.

It took an internet search to figure out what the hell he was going to be watching. A show made in the 80's about a dinosaur rock star who fought to defend the planet. Maybe it would kind of be...hipster bad? So at least he could be ironic about it. But considering it had been canceled halfway through its pilot, he didn't have high hopes.

He took out the tapes and shuffled them around until he'd gotten them in the right order, then took the pilot tape and stuck it in his VCR. He had to fish the remote out from under the coffee table before he plopped down on the sofa and adjusted his blanket around him. He reached for the tissues and blew his nose, then turned on the TV and hit play.

The twenty four minutes seemed to just fly by, and it left him a little unsure of what he thought. It was pretty bad 80's cheese, yeah, but they'd done a good job of making Jewel have the trashy sort of attitude you'd expect from a girl wearing that little.

At least the animators had kept themselves entertained. The tan-scaled, blonde, pinked-out raptor girl had a hell of a lot of detail put into her lithe, curvy body. As if that wasn't enough, she always seemed to be just an inch away from revealing much more than she meant to, whether her top was nearly falling off or the angle came dangerously close to an upskirt shot. That wasn't even taking into account how raunchy she acted. Not really a surprise why it got canceled. He couldn't imagine even parents in the 80's being happy with a slutty raptor talking about groupies and coke.

At the end of the show, after the fade out, Jewel appeared from the shoulders up. Her wild blonde hair, cut through with a stripe of pink, couldn't all fit in the frame. Her green eyes glittered as her smile beamed out at him.

"Remember, kids," she began in that slightly grating high-pitched voice. He rolled his eyes so far around they fell back onto the screen again. “Watch my next episode! You wanna be just like Jewel, right?" she said, then winked.

His mouth had dropped open just a crack and his eyes stared off beyond the screen. His face was completely blank. The trance lasted a few moments after Jewel's face had vanished, though he still felt like his head was just a bit fuzzy. It was the cold, his sinuses, obviously.

He straightened his back, closed his mouth, and blinked slightly. Huh, must have zoned out for a moment. The credits were playing. He got off the sofa, grabbed the second episode, and switched the tapes.

He kept his brown hair pretty short. Or, at least, he did. As small trails of blond worked through his hair, it was growing longer and draping down toward his shoulders. After sitting back down on the couch, he had to run his hand behind his head, to pull out the blond locks that had gotten stuck between his back and the couch.

Beneath the blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his body was losing its firmness. Not that he was a solid brick of muscle or anything, but his waist had gone from normal guy-sized to nearly androgynously slim, and his shoulders had become more slender. He had to shrug and pull the blanket around him a tighter to keep it from sliding off around him.

"Hey, kids!" Jewel chirped at the end of the episode where she taught mutated sharks to love with her hot guitar licks. "Remember, parents, teachers and policemen suck dick. They just wanna ruin your fun!"

Man, fuck his boss! Making him watch...okay, the job wasn't all bad, but he was quitting cause working for The Man was bullshit. Weird how he kept zoning out right before the credits. Whatever, he thought. He got up, and his softer, wider hips swayed as he walked to the VCR. He *wanted* to watch more Jewel Roxx. He just wasn't doing it for some Hollywood fat cat.

His baggy sweatshirt shrunk down until it sat snugly over his feminine frame, and likewise, the jeans he was wearing grew slimmer, hugging his legs, held up with a studded belt. It wasn't being gay, it was glam, he told himself. It was The Man telling people what they could wear. Well fuck you, if he wanted to wear skinny jeans he was gonna do it and The Man wasn't gonna stop him.

A patch of his fur felt a little dry, so he scratched at it. His claws raked lightly along tan scales underneath the brown fur. The scales were starting to show through in small spots where his fur had vanished. He stretched out his legs and set his heels up on the coffee table. His pants felt a little tight—well, more so, at least, like they were squeezing in on his legs. His claws poked their tips through his socks, covered in a thin layer of clear glossy nail polish. The same nail polish was on the claws on his hands, which stuck out just a bit now, bigger than they had been and no longer retractable.

He almost missed the end of the episode because he was picking at the chest of his hoodie and wondering if it felt snug because he was getting fat, or because the hoodie had shrunk. His eyes snapped up at Jewel's clear voice, then unfocused as his brain went soft again.

"Hey, kids! Try on some makeup, it's fucking rad."

Just more proof that he was already rad. He grinned to himself as his vision cleared again. His eyes were rimmed with a sharp eyeliner, and his eyelashes stuck out boldly with some thick mascara. On each of his fingers and toes, he'd painted his claws in a glittering pink. His softening lips had matching pink glitter lipstick on them. His thick blonde hair bounced a little as he walked to the VCR and switched out the next episode.

He didn't sit back down, though. One foot up on the coffee table as the claw on his big toe grew bigger than all the rest, eyes squinted shut, growing fangs gritted together, he curled his claws around an air guitar and wiggled his fingers wildly to the opening theme.

Dude, there was no fucking cartoon better than Jewel Roxx. It was so awesome, they took it off the air because it was just too hardcore. He fell back onto the sofa after the theme ended, legs spread, watching intently, his thick hair pushed up by a headband around his forehead.

This episode's big song was coming up. When the intro riff came, he started to squirm on the cushions while he sang along in a high falsetto. As he wiggled and thrust his hips in time with the music, the bulge within his tight pants was dwindling away, and his falsetto was creeping up higher. As the song built up to a nice 'AIIYAAEEYAHH!' he screamed out along with it, still high-pitched, but no longer falsetto. A set of soft and slightly damp folds sat between what were now *her* legs. And here came the end...!

"Remember, kids. Show it off if you've got it! Don't cover it up!"

God, how was Jewel always so right? She shivered with delight as she came out of the trance. She grabbed at the collar of her sweatshirt, tugging it over her head and coming out the other end with even wilder hair from all the static, and somehow also with bright purple eyeshadow adding to her garishly colorful look. She just left her hair like that, tossing aside the sweatshirt and stretching out her bare arms, the last bits of fur fading away and leaving just smooth tan scales over her whole body with the exception of cream on her underbelly.

Her cold was long since forgotten, as the bigger, broader dromaeosaurus snout she now had wasn't stuffed up like the little feline nose she used to have. Not that she even knew there was a difference.

Underneath the sweatshirt, she was only wearing a blue tee shirt, but that was soon corrected—the fabric flowed together, stretched upward, melted off her shoulders, and in seconds, she had a purple tube top hugging her modest breasts. Though they were growing less modest as they slowly thickened, growing rounder and gently squeezing together inside the snug top.

A sliver of clarity worked its way into her brain. Fuck, this was really screwing her up. She reached up, rubbing the side of her head, a small frown on her thick, pouty, pink lip. Her hand knocked lightly against the big hoop earrings dangling down against her cheeks. A pink stripe started at the roots of her hair and started to climb up along the strands. Something was up with the show. It was messing with her.

She stood up, turned down the volume, and tried not to pay attention to the songs. They just stuck in her mind no matter what, though. Her tongue kept prodding at her lower lip to see how plump and soft it felt. She unbuttoned her pants, wiggling to squeeze herself out of them, freeing her ass and legs from the denim prison and exposing her bare scales to the air.

The end was coming up. She had to look away. She had to keep watching. Jewel was smiling at her and it felt good.

"Hey kids. Cut out that thinking bullshit! You don't wanna be lame."

Yeah, fuck that! Thinking was how The Man got in your head and made you a square. She wasn't a fucking square! She wasn't gonna think or any of that shit. She did whatever she wanted and fuck you, society, trying to make her think.

She didn't even realize the episode was over until she'd already started the next one playing. A giddy but sharp-fanged grin had crept onto her face.

Why did tits feel so good? She always wondered that. Her pink claws spread open and she squeezed the growing mounds as they went past grapefruit and on to...something bigger than grapefruit. Honestly she only knew how big grapefruits were because she tried one cause they were pink and yellow like her but they tasted terrible. But tits felt really good when you squeezed them, so they weren't like grapefruits, which was good because they were bigger than that now.

Oh, hey, more Jewel! Her vapid gaze lit up with excitement as the episode began to play, and she bounced around in nothing but a tube top, hair flying everywhere, as she sang to the theme song. Her tail whipped around behind her, having lost all of its hair but the very tip, which was long, blond, and striped with pink just like her hair.

After the theme song was over, she plopped back down onto the sofa, legs spread wide. The remnants of her socks stretched up further over her legs, hooking between her big toe with its curled claw and the others. The socks thinned out, and became garish leopard-print stockings, ending just below the bottom of her skimpy black skirt. A studded belt held the skirt up and a belt of bullets was draped around her waist so it hung lower on one side. There wasn't anything underneath the skirt except her bare pussy.

Oh man, was this episode gonna do Carnivore? That was her favorite song! She grabbed her neon pink Flying V (just like Jewel's!) and climbed up onto the back of the sofa, fingers moving along the chords she'd memorized while belting out the lyrics.

"Chick fillet, dick meat, I don't care what I eat. When I get hungry I JUST WANT MEAT!" she screamed out, jumping from the sofa to the coffee table while spinning her claws down against the strings.

When the song was over, she tumbled back against the couch, her...fuckin-big-sized chest jiggling around in her tube top. Fuck, that song always got her excited. She tuned out the episode as she imagined herself with her mouth wrapped around some big dick, and then he starts cumming and it just goes fucking everywhere, and she's gulping it down but it's still coming out and oh god.

Her eyelids drooped as she daydreamed, claws pushing their way underneath her skirt. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and with soft gasps and groans, she pushed herself down against her fingers.

Her orgasm came with a melodic scream. As she panted for air afterward, she drew her claws to her mouth, rolling her plump lip around each in succession to suck them clean of her juices. Aw, she'd missed the episode. With slightly unfocused eyes still spinning from the last trance Jewel had put her in, she stared at the credits rolling by and just listened to the theme music. The credits came to an end, but Jewel appeared again, like she usually did before the credits.

"Hey, you!" Jewel said.

The brain-fucked dinosaur girl raised a claw to her chest curiously.

"Yeah! C'mere," Jewel said, nodding for her to come closer.

She crawled across the carpet. Her legs were still too wobbly for her to stand.

"Come on, closer!"

She stopped when her nose bumped up against the TV. The flickering CRT cells filled her vision, and her body felt limp. The TV flicked off as she tumbled onto her side and lay sprawled out on the floor.

Jewel Roxx opened her eyes, snorting softly and pushing herself up off the carpet. She must have been partying hard. Her hair bounced as she pushed herself onto her feet, standing slowly, wobbling and her chest wobbling with her.

She checked herself in the mirror to make sure she hadn't gotten any more tattoos. The tan raptor girl straightened her headband and fluffed up the pink stripe in her wild blonde hair, then straightened her fingerless gloves and the colorful bracelets she wore. Her tube top had slipped down over her nipples, so she tugged it right back up, and pulled her skirt up so it wasn't falling down over her ass. She admired her wild leopard print stockings, turning to look at the shape of her legs, both toned and sexy. A quick check told her that her makeup was still in order and the pink, sparkling polish on her nails was still in place.

But admiring herself wasn't gonna get her ready for her concert tonight. Even a wild girl like her knew when she had to practice. You didn't have as many eager fans waiting to fuck you if you bombed a show.

She hooked the strap of her guitar over her back, plugged it into the amp, and curled her pink claws against the strings.

Her hair bounced as she counted one-two-three-four. She jumped, and as her claws landed, she laid into the intro fast and hard. The amp washed her music back over her body, and she started to sing along. She didn't want to be anywhere or anyone else in the world right now. Being Jewel Roxx was all she wanted to be.