Alternate ending to: >>59871
 
…By the time the shock subsides, he finds himself on all fours, looking up at the city from his reduced height as he struggles to comprehend what has just happened, and what he will do now.
 
However, before he can fully get his bearings, his new nose catches the scent of something mysteriously pleasant (thought a bit salty), and he cranes his head around, seeking the source almost instinctively.
 
He finds himself staring into the smiling face of the yinglet that gave him the mysterious fruit, but before he can even begin to feel angry, he suddenly finds himself appreciating the red-haired yinglet, wondering why he didn’t see it before; his long, swept-back mane, his keen, intelligent pink eyes, his long, masculine snout… and even his arrogant and teasing expression makes him seem more attractive in ways he’d never quite felt before.
 
Struggling with a brain full of new and conflicting priorities and desires, the traveler finds himself wanting, even eager, to find out how the sly, handsome male might toy with him next. So when the male takes him by the arm with a toothy smile, he immediately follows, despite still coming up with reasons he shouldn’t.
 
As it happens, the handsome male is a rather important figure in the Val Salian black markets (so attractive!), and is in possession of many pretty clothes and shiny copper trinkets, which the traveler finds himself utterly taken by; strange, considering he had no interest in jewelry and decorations before.
 
The red-headed yinglet slyly explains that he has many pretty things and much good food, and is smart, so he is good at taking care of the ones he likes. Despite being a very independent human, the traveler finds himself excited by the idea of being kept and provided for by a male as handsome and clever as this!
 
By the end of the week, the traveler had adoringly followed the black marketeer around town to have his old human tunic tailored into something much more festive and pretty, so that he would be more pretty to look at! An unfamiliar sensation of pride fills the former human as his new companion leads him around the markets, showing him off in all his pretty clothes and shiny things.
 
On the final evening of the week, the traveler’s cunning and handsome mate asks him for a dance, to which the traveler excitedly obliges; he rarely feels so nice as when he joyously hops and dances about, dressed in fine clothes and jingling with shiny trinkets for his wonderful provider.
 
Even though he remembers his life as a human, he can’t remember anything comparing to the blissful and exciting feelings he is now experiencing on a daily basis. He will travel no more, for no place in the world could he be as happy as this.