From the edge of the woods, the three of you kneel and spy on the witch's cabin. Not seeing any motion, the dryad and the harpy look to you. Closing your eyes and trying to concentrate, you sniff at the air a bit. "....Yes. She's inside. And awake. I can tell her scent is moving around in the house. Aaron, Mike, take your positions."
Spreading her wings, Aaron pelts them down in a hard flap taking off. The grass and shrubbery all are rocked by her mighty wing beats, and you and Mike both shield yourselves with your arms to prevent yourself from being knocked over. Once she's off the ground, Aaron grabs Mike with her talons by her shoulders, and carries her high into the air above the cabin, being sure not to be spotted from any windows. She takes a moment to position herself, then lets go and drops the dryad.
Mike falls into a pile of chopped lumber and silently passes right into them like they're liquid. One of the chopped logs bounces off and rolls closer to the wall of the cabin. She springs out of the log and reforms into her normal self, and crawls up tight against the wall. Nervously, she presses her hand against the cabin wall.... and it sinks in, just like she would with a tree. She exhales a little, glad that it worked, before reaching in further and moving her arm around.
What's happening inside you can't see any more, but so far everything's been going perfectly! ...wait. What's that scent? It's something different, something familliar but different, like a scent you knew but even your powerful new nose hasn't had a chance to smell it in awhile. It smells... decidedly... mal-
ACK! Suddenly something drops from the treebranches above you and has you surrounded. Almost instantly you're tightly tied up by one huge rope-feeling thing to a tree. The impact is enough to take your breath away You can barely move and squirm a bit, placing your paws on the rope-thing to try and pry it free. It didn't feel like a rope... it felt.. scaley... Looking down, you were sure it was a green snake tail. Suddenly from around the tree, the torso of a fanged, slightly paler green skinned man appeared and slowly wrapped further around your body. His lower half.. it was serpentine. He was a naga. Ergh... it was so tight! You try to struggle, but with the wind knocked out of you, you have enough trouble just catching your breath, let alone putting up a fight.
"Ahh, yessssss....." he said, forked tongue pressed out between his lips like a stereotypical snake. "What a delicate and beautiful creature I've had the delight of resstin mine eyessss upon thissss night..." His torso moved in closer and he ran his tongue up your neck to your cheek, as his tail tipped finished wrapping you against the tree by curling around your left leg and thigh. "I am Jessssssssica..." That name! Was he transformed too? He continues, "Pleasssssurer of many, nightmare to more..." He chuckles and flicks his tongue, moving one of his hands down from your opposite cheek... to cushion your chest.
Angered, all the fur on your neck stands up and you extend your claws. Instantly sensing your will to fight back, Jessica tightens his body around you. You take back what you said before, now -this- is tight. It feels like every bone and joint in your body is about to snap if he gets any tighter.
"Ohhhh, I do sssssso love a feissty one..."
This is bad. He's an inch away from squeezing the life out of you. Even worse, you're not sure if his motive is to kill you or to rape you... Could you reason with him? If he was a transformee, it sounds like he's too far gone to want to change back. If you even had enough breath in you to reason, it might be best to call for help. But that would surely alert the witch too, and you don't know if your friends are done or safe yet!
Closing in, he bares his fangs and gently rubs them against the fur and skin of your neck, being careful to not break it.. yet. He pulls away and whispers into your ear for a moment. "Ohhh, you gorgeoussss creature.... I am going to enjoy thisssss..."
This is very bad.....