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Dragon!
“My lord, a dragon sighting is nothing to take lightly. We must immediately send a knight to slay the beast,” the noble fidgeted with his fork as he addressed the king.
“I have heard the rumors, I shall have Faric investigate, however, do not expect much.” The king responded, looking straight at the noble.
***
Sir. Elwind rode through the massive iron gate, heading for crossroads, where the last sighting had been. He did not care much as to whether or not the peasants burned or the cows were eaten, but Theodore Westhall, head of the house of Westhall, had provided an ample reward. Plus slaying a dragon would look quite good on his resume.
***
The king walked up the stairs to Faric’s tower. It had nearly been two months since he was last forced to make the climb. Shenanigans were always afoot when one visited the wizard. Last time he had only taken two steps into the room before being turned into a squirrel. Luckily the wizard had turned him back quickly.
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Routine
Neal pushed open the flimsy door and entered the small shop labeled Curious Creations.
“Hello sir, how may I help you?” An old lady behind the counter said kindly.
“Just browsing,” Neal responded examining the shelves containing all sorts of curious objects.
The items seemed to be displayed with little organization, a small necklace with a red gem sitting right next to a stuffed rabbit, which was also sharing a shelf with an over-sized hammer. Looking around Neal noticed more extravagant objects, such as a sparkling fox mask, and a rusty sword with a jagged blade.
This place checked all the boxes. Ambiguous name, random merchandise, unthreatening shop keeper, wasn’t here yesterday, the works. It was definitely an unregistered magic shop. The only reason he couldn’t just talk to the shopkeeper was because of regulations, he had to be absolutely sure these Items were magical, and this wasn’t just some munnie’s thrift shop.
After walking abo
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Journey
My finger brushed the on button, bathing the dark room in bright, sterile light emanating from the large television. I sunk further into the couch, preparing for a night of relaxation. The light struck my eyes but the signal never reached my brain. I zoned out, preparing to spend the night like I had every night recently.
“”
My paws slid through the damp grass. Chill air brushed my nose bringing the scent of something delicious. I crouched, silently watching the animal in front of me, waiting for the right moment. They say the first time is always the hardest, and it certainly was. My stomach would not stop informing me of this fact, but I had to get it right, or I may not ever be eating again.
As I crouched there among the trees I wondered ‘how did it all came to this?’
“”
My back pressed into the couch, the TV let out its soothing light, and something interesting come on. An ad for a one of a time experience in the wilderness. The ad diverged, spea
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Board Game (pt2)
After a brief pause Mike decided he liked being a fox, but he did not like being a girl, but also wanted to move as far as he could down the board. He ended up flicking the Species, Size, Gender, and type spinners.
House cat (75%)(6), Medium (0), Female (0), Humanoid (10).
“No!” Mike exclaimed, before he started to transform. Mike’s front legs and paws sucked back into his body, while his heels flattened again, becoming feet once more. His fur changed colors, going from orange, black and white to white with black and tan splotches. His tail slimmed down losing a lot of fluff until it resembled Emely’s. His ears shrunk a bit and his muzzle shortened to be more cat-like. His pupils contracted into slits, completing the look. Once all of the changes stopped Mike realized he was normal sized again, even though he was a cat-girl. Mike’s piece moved 16 spaces forwards to the 39th tile.
“Well at least you’re back to a more human form.” Emely onc
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Board Game (pt1)
Snow danced past the window as four figures sat around a game board. The board had 60 tiles arranged in a spiral around the outside with five spinners in the center. The board was decorated with all sorts of animals and mythical creatures, including Chinese dragons and centaurs among other stranger creatures.
“Seriously Mike, it says right here that ‘Once the spinners have stopped spinning, the player whose turn it is will be transformed into the shape they spun.’ It also says ‘they will stay in this form until their next turn, when they will receive a new form.” Emely read off the card.
“I still don’t believe it, but on the off chance it’s true I won’t spin the ‘gender’ or ‘special’ spinners, just in case.” States Mike, the oldest of the four friends seated in Zoe’s living room.
“What are you afraid of? Just do it. We all know this game is fake,” Jim states, annoyed by Mike’s su
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Like Clockwork
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick…
The noise was back, and it was near.
I peered under the dresser. A small car, pieced together with a sparse amount of wire and wood. Not what I was looking for.
The closet was next. Full of bits of metal, scraps of wood from one of my many destructive games.
A shimmer, out of the corner of my eyes. I spin around, only to see the shimmering, gold plated shape disappear into the vent once again. Such a tiny, elusive creature.
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My room is small, simple, and barren. Many drawers decorate the sparse furniture. If I were to open any of them I would find many small, shiny, clockwork toys. But I won’t. I have no interest in such things anymore. My bed is solid, an unyielding block of straw-like fibers and wood. I sit. Suddenly the sound is back.
Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick…
This time I’m ready.
The stool is already under the vent.
My feet pound the dilapidated floorboards.
My ear presses to
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Arcade Games
Arcade Games (Lizard TF)
Max opened his eyes and found himself on the craggy mountain from the screen he had glanced at moments ago. Instantly he nearly fell over as his armor almost pulled him to the ground, but he remained standing. Most newbs would have done just that, but Max was a veteran of this game, he expected this most literal burden. He also expected the yawning, square hole in the mountainside in front of him.
The entrance to the dungeon was square, with intricately carved pillars to either side. The path leading up to the dungeon was rugged, but not so much so that it was impassable.
Max quickly made his way up and through the stone gateway, onto the fancy tiles, and into the first room. A trap room, Max knew from experience that the layout of every dungeon was a trap, then a monster. If you fell to the trap you were out, if you fell to the monster you were out. The only way to succeed was to get past both. Getting to the end was incredibly difficult, which added to the fu
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Not a Normal Day
Not a Normal Day
(Feral fox TF)
It was getting late. The trail had taken an unexpected awhile back and now he was sure he was no longer on the map. In fact he was now walking through a deciduous forest. As far as the hiker could recall there was no deciduous forests within twenty miles of the park. But here he was walking along a narrow path bordered by tall grasses, the sky covered in leafy foliage.
Hopefully he would find a place to camp soon. Camping in the grass was out because it was taller than he was. Soon his only option would be to sleep on the path.
Relief soon swept through the hiker as he rounded a bend in the path and came across a large circular clearing.
The grass here was short here, not like it was cut but as if the taller grasses refused to grow.
And stranger still, a man stood stalk still in the center of the clearing, wearing a white robe and looking like some martial artist from any fighting movie. He was also old, very old, older, it seemed, than most of the trees
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Why do we like transformation?
So I've been thinking about why we even read this stuff. I mean, most people would probably be creeped out or disinterested or something, and yet there's a pretty dedicated audience of people that reads transformation stories too. Those people (us) who don't find this stuff to strange to read most likely aren't just psychotic, so then why do we read it? That's what I've been trying to uncover. Honestly, there's no real evidence for any of my stuff, but I'd like to get it out there. There are so many reasons for everyone, but I think I did a good job of finding the biggest three. I'd also like to hear your thoughts on this: am I completely wrong? A little misguided? The new genius psychologist that gives Freud a run for his money? Tell me in the comments. These kinds of ideas almost definitely apply to other things, but I'm only providing examples for tf stories and that's what I had originally intended to cover, so that's where I'm leaving it. Plus, most times stories can appeal to man
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Shocking Flight pt. 1
"Bravo-echo-echo-zero-zero-eight, you are clear to begin taxi, you are second in queue.” The line closed with a sharp buzz, and, smiling, I picked up my microphone.
“Thank you, control. Hey, actually, what’s the weather look like through to sector victor-nine?” I released the key, and waited for an answer as I started moving my plane onto the taxiway. Luckily, I was only flying a small bird, so I was given precedence.
“Uh, bravo-echo-echo-zero-zero-eight, weather looks clear right now, but likely to get pretty rainy and very chilly in an hour or so. You got deicing on your bird?” Click.
“Uh, yeah, I have deice on here. Am I gonna need it?” Click.
“It’s likely. Recommend you prime it once you’re off the ground.” Click. “Charlie-Echo-Foxtrot-Nine-Eight-Nine, you’re clear for takeoff.” Click. On that announcement, the plane in front of me drov
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Change from the Swamp - Part 1: Dad's Way
The fetid smell of the humid swamp had long ceased to affect my senses, except when some new obnoxious odor from the rotting muck was released nearby. Why had I ever agreed to go on this trip into the jungle with my Dad? Mom had convinced me to take this job as a partner with him to learn more about the man who had mostly been absent throughout my life.  She wanted us to develop a real father-son relationship. Mom had laid it on thick about using this opportunity, being done with high school, and I had nothing lined up, so I caved. But I never thought it would take me to some remote quagmire.
This was yet another one of Dad's 'exploring' jobs. He had been to all 50 states in the US and all of the provinces of Canada, as well as had been on all seven continents, taking almost any employment that would allow him to travel as part of his weird idea of how to make a living while collecting countries on his passport. As a result, he had rarely been home while I was growing up and we ha
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Stripes of Justice
Terry's time at Bakagaijin High School had been going well despite the occasional disaster. The week after his dad got stationed in Japan and brought him along for the senior year, he'd struggled to fit in, but when a giant squid rose from the sea and everyone had to cower in the basement shelter, he'd made some friends.
What first turned things around for him, after moving so far away from his old friends in America, was being introduced to the Element Masters card game. Everybody played it, even the teachers. The Student Council used their elite card skills to stay in power and arrange free subway travel for all Bakagaijin students throughout the city, so long as students promised to hand over any ultra-rare cards they found while traveling. It was said that anyone who collected a full set of ultra-rares could unlock the lost vault of the game's genius creator, a collector of Sumerian artifacts rumored to have magical powers.
Terry didn't much care about winning the game, though, so
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How to Write a Transformation Story
transformation story (also known as tf story): a story in which a character physically and/or mentally becomes something different, and the change to that is detailed within the story.
Introduction
If you're like me, you have, or are yet to have, a similar story: you love reading transformation stories and became a deviant to write them. But are you ready to write one yet? Are you comfortable writing one? If not, then this guide will explain the necessary steps I, CrazyNaut, take when writing them. Soon, you will be a fluent TF writer too!
Part I: The Writing Process
First, we'll be taking a look at the skeleton of it all: the basic writing process. These are the basics of what you need to know about writing each story!
Step 1: Planning the Story
Before you write a TF story, or any story, you need to know what you want to do with it first.
First, you need to know who or what the subject will become. You start out by deciding:
Real or Fictional?
Human or Non-Human?
Animate
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Tips for Animal tf Writers
Tips for Animal tf Writers
After a long time looking around at the growing community of animal transformation writers on DA, I've noticed a few things that are, in my opinion, holding them back. So, in an attempt to help them improve their skills, as well as aid any future tf writers, I have compiled this list of tips, in hopes that they will see it and take them to heart, furthering their writing abilities.
1) Let's start with the title; be imaginative. Don't just call your story 'animal name tf', give it something that has to do with the story, but goes a bit further than just telling the reader what the tf is going to be.
2) Don't just start describing the character(s); a big rule in storytelling is to show, not tell. Try filling the story with bits of their physical and personal traits if you must, but don't just list them off.
3) Don't just have a short introduction then jump right into the tf; your writing a story, so tell one. Same thing goes for after the tf is complete. Talk a
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Transformation Questions
Have fun!
Section 1: Background
(Multiple choice)
1) If you could tranform into an animal, would you?
2) What animal would you tranform into?
3) What method would you prefer to tranform under?
a) Scientific means
b) Magic
c) By another animal
d) Other (Please specify)
4) Reason why you were transformed?
a) Revenge
b) Accident
c) Volunteer
d) Other (Please specify)
5) Where would you prefer to transform?
a) Home
b) School
c) Farm
d) Other (Please specify)
6) How long do you prefer a transformation to be?
a) 5 minutes
b) 1 Day
c) 1 Month
d) Other (Please specify)
Section 2: During the transformation------------------------------------------------------
(Out of 5)
1) Tail growth
/5
2) Feet and Hands
/5
3) Head and Ears
/5
4) Coat (Fur, feathers etc.)
/5
5) Bondage
/5
6) Clothing restraint
/5
7) Transgender
/5
8) Speech change
/5
Section 3: Aftermath----------------------------------------------------------------------
(Yes/No)
1) Mind loss
Yes/No
2) Animalistic instincts (If above was No)
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Writing Transformation Stories
My background: I've been writing F&SF stories since around high school, and probably more often than not, they've involved some kind of transformation. I've got two novels out now on Amazon and I'm involved in a couple of writing Web sites and a mailing list called TSA-Talk.
I find the topic interesting because it's a versatile story element. It can be used for humor, horror, mystery, or other kinds of stories. It's central to science fiction and fantasy. In those genres, something major has changed in the world. In a TF story it's YOU that's changing. It's more personal, and that personal aspect lets you do things with a story that are emotional and give a character a strong motivation.
EXERCISE: Pick a setting, any setting, and a type of transformation. Maybe also a specific type of character. Work out the gist of a story. The example I had in mind: "The Wild West" + "The Sheriff" + "Werewolf". What my audience came up with was much stranger: "Medieval Fantasy" + "Steampunk Mechanica
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I have a problem with TF games. Specifically, board games and card games. The problem is, there's often little conflict other than "I don't like this, we need to finish the game."

These random games, much like jamunji, don't interest me because the charecters have no control over what happens, and what happens is completely random. With other TF mediums the charecter uses the object, willingly, unwillingly, or unknowingly.

That last one is what bugs me. With a game it's allways unknowingly.

What I'm trying to say is it would be interesting to see a game where one or more of these things happend:
The players know what they're getting into beforehand.
The players control the game, ie. No randomness.
It was a strategy game, rather than a straight out luck or luck of the draw type game.
You could play the game in real life (minus the actual transformation) and have a good time.

Since I made the "board game" story I've been thinking a lot about TF games, and I think it would be a lot more interesting if they were a lot less random.
“My lord, a dragon sighting is nothing to take lightly. We must immediately send a knight to slay the beast,” the noble fidgeted with his fork as he addressed the king.

“I have heard the rumors, I shall have Faric investigate, however, do not expect much.” The king responded, looking straight at the noble.

***

Sir. Elwind rode through the massive iron gate, heading for crossroads, where the last sighting had been. He did not care much as to whether or not the peasants burned or the cows were eaten, but Theodore Westhall, head of the house of Westhall, had provided an ample reward. Plus slaying a dragon would look quite good on his resume.

***

The king walked up the stairs to Faric’s tower. It had nearly been two months since he was last forced to make the climb. Shenanigans were always afoot when one visited the wizard. Last time he had only taken two steps into the room before being turned into a squirrel. Luckily the wizard had turned him back quickly.

Upon reaching the top of the staircase, the king carefully opened the wooden door, only to find the entire room coated in flames. The king jumped back, but when an ember landed on his arm and began to burn merrily, he realized that the fire had no heat, and more importantly, wasn’t ruining his robes.

The king stepped into the room and shouted, “Faric!”

“Philip!” Faric shouted back, then in a normal tone, “I was testing a new spell, backfired rather spectacularly don’t you think?”

“Think? Could you please,” King Philip said, motioning to the flames.

“That’s just it! I’ve been trying to put it out for a good two hours now. No matter what I try it doesn’t go out!”

“Have you tried water?” Philip said, knowing Faric sometimes overlooked the simplest solutions.

“No! That’s brilliant, one sec,” Faric waved his hand and water shot in all directions, soaking the entire room. The flames were immediately gone. Faric waved his hand again and the water vanished, leaving a dry room and, thankfully, a dry king.

“In any case, a dragon has been spotted near crossroads. If you could confirm that rumor. Also, my son has gone missing several days in a row now but is always back by supper. If you could see where he’s going.”

“No problem Philip, I’ll get on it, expect a glowing purple cat by Wednesday.”

“Thanks, Faric.”

***

Prince Philip was walking along the wall. The west tower was his destination. He was a good hundred feet or so when the door to the tower opened and his father stepped out. Philip ducked behind this year’s shipment of apples and watched the king walk back to the castle.

Once inside the tower, the prince relaxed. The wizard rarely came out of his tower, much less to the entrance to the secret passage underneath.

The passage was narrow and uncomfortable, but it would get him out of the castle unseen.

The prince heaved the rock covering the exit to the side, revealing trees, many, many trees.

***

A large purple housecat bounded up to the king, opened its mouth, and spoke in Faric’s voice.

“My lord, I have solved both mysteries, please come to my tower whenever timely.”

The king patted the cat’s head and walked towards the wizard’s tower.

***

The prince pulled out a book and began to pull the manna in the forest towards himself. His hands wove through the air as he listed the arcane gestures out loud, being sure to get them right. He had been practicing magic since Faric gave him a book if simple party tricks, however, when he relearned the book he asked for another, and managed to sneak out several others. This was a spell from one such book.

As the prince completed the spell he felt the mana surrounding him change, then filter into his body. He relaxed as the spell was completed, and didn’t have to wait long for the effects to start kicking in.

Philip watched his hands as talons elongated from his fingernails, scales covering his palms. Similar changes happened to his feet, spreading up his legs and pulling up his heels. The scales quickly spread over his arms and shoulders, where new limbs began to grow. As the scales reached his hips he felt them shift, pushing his body forwards onto all fours. Additionally, his spine extended into a long tail, new muscles forming to control the scaly appendage. By this time his wings were almost fully formed, thin membranes connecting the fingers. Finally, his neck began to extend, pushing his vision away from his body. As the scales spread across his head two horns emerged from his skull. Lastly, his face pushed out into a muzzle, complete with sharp fangs and the ability to breathe fire.

Philip stretched, admiring the way he could twist his body all the way around so his tail went past his head.

***

The king watched as his son transformed into a horrible monster.

“I never expected him to pick up magic this quickly, I mean, a full dragon transformation and he's only had that book for a month!” Faric said as he watched the boy through his scrying mirror.

“You taught him to do this?” the king asked, apprehensive.

“No, I did not, he thought himself. I gave him a book of simple tricks, you know, making a small object invisible, simple levitation, etc. When he returned it he pinched a few other books, I don’t know which, but I figured he’d be responsible.”

The king composed himself, then said, “I’ll have to talk to him, if you could talk to me tonight just as the sun is going down in my room.”

The king promptly left the room.

***

The prince flapped hard, pushing himself into the sky. Ever since his first transformation, his dreams were filled with images of soaring over treetops and villages. Magic made his dreams a reality. Trees flew past his head as he relished in the feeling of the wind on his scales.

Philip gained altitude, then dived, leaving his stomach far behind. The trees came at him fast, but he was faster. He pulled up, avoiding splattering himself across the ground, then continued, rolling upside down. For a brief moment, the ground was the sky and the sky was the ground, but before this could fully register he was back in a dive, straining even harder to right himself. He was too slow; the trees caught him this time.

The dragon plowed through the upper branches before slamming into the trunk of a larger tree, stopping him dead. The ground rushed towards Philip’s face, then everything went black.

***

Sir. Elwind was galloping along the road to crossroads, mentally reviewing the weaknesses and strengths of the mythical beast he was hunting. Dragons are fast, nimble, can fly, and breathe fire, but they pay a price for such strengths. Their bones were quite thin. A good blow to the skull was all required to knock them out. The problem was getting in range.

Sir. Elwind rounded a bend and, to his utter amazement, a dragon was lying unconscious in the middle of the road. Sir. Elwind couldn’t believe his luck. Then realized he had no idea how he was going to deal with the beast. Killing it would be preferable, abet difficult. He didn’t have the equipment for cutting through its scales, and frankly, he was hoping to hire help in crossroads.

Trapping it would have to do. Sir. Elwind pulled a length of rope from his saddlebags and walked over to the unconscious dragon, dragged its head over to the nearest tree, and tied the rope around its neck, securely fastening its head to the tree. That would prevent the creature from burning through the rope. Next, he tied its forepaws together, ensuring it couldn’t cut the rope with its talons.

Then Elwind set in to wait, eventually, someone would come along, who he could send for help.

***

Help did arrive, but not in the form he had expected.

Sir. Elwind jumped as he heard a popping noise from behind him. He spun around, revealing none other than the king and his court wizard standing right behind him.

“My lord!” Sir. Elwind began, “The rumors were true! I have knocked the beast unconscious, and was waiting until someone came along to help.”

Only part of that was true, and the king knew it, “I see, however, I am going to have to ask you to continue on to crossroads, Faric and I can handle the situation. Don’t worry, I will pay you twice the amount that noble offered.”

As soon as the knight was out of sight the king turned to the dragon.

***

The prince lowered himself into the market square, giggling madly as everyone vacated the area as fast as they could. There were certain perks to being royalty, and this was by far the best.

Landing, the dragon prince looked around, but it seemed all the shutters closed as soon as he was looking at them. As usual, some of the children had hidden in a nearby alley, fearfully watching him. Philip knew eventually one intrepid adventurer would eventually approach him, and when he made it back the kid would have quite the story to tell, at least, if the guards didn’t shoo the dragon sitting in the marketplace away first.
Dragon!
This was inspired by the ShapeshiftersMonthly prompt: The Joy of Transformation.

I did break a rule though, the transformation is third person, not first. I think it still works though, so I'm submitting it anyway.
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Neal pushed open the flimsy door and entered the small shop labeled Curious Creations.

“Hello sir, how may I help you?” An old lady behind the counter said kindly.

“Just browsing,” Neal responded examining the shelves containing all sorts of curious objects.

The items seemed to be displayed with little organization, a small necklace with a red gem sitting right next to a stuffed rabbit, which was also sharing a shelf with an over-sized hammer. Looking around Neal noticed more extravagant objects, such as a sparkling fox mask, and a rusty sword with a jagged blade.

This place checked all the boxes. Ambiguous name, random merchandise, unthreatening shop keeper, wasn’t here yesterday, the works. It was definitely an unregistered magic shop. The only reason he couldn’t just talk to the shopkeeper was because of regulations, he had to be absolutely sure these Items were magical, and this wasn’t just some munnie’s thrift shop.

After walking about the store some more Neal decided on the fox mask. Such an object would have a predictable effect. It would most likely give him some sort of fox-like power, or turn him into a fox. This was a particularly attractive quality because if it did transform the wearer it was nice to know what you were going to turn into beforehand.

“This is a splendid choice,” the old lady said as she rung up his purchase, “Have a nice day now.”

Neal nodded to the old woman as he exited the shop, walking across the street to his comrade who was still in the van. The van itself was not what it looked like. On the inside it had an almost empty rear compartment, used for testing low powered magic items. It wasn’t fancy. The small space only had smooth reinforced walls and a cheap metal chair for when the effect took longer to kick in. Once he was safely inside their mobile headquarters Neal showed the mask to Cody.

“All went well I assume?” Cody said, turning the mask around in his hands.

“Yup, in, out, no problems,” Neal responded.

“Well as far as I can tell it’s not going to explode or spew a tone of acid everywhere,” Cody said as he examined the mask, noting that no runes were present, which was a good sign all things considered.

“Great, I like it when I survive these tests,” Neal said, taking the mask back and climbing into the back of the van.

“Ready?” Cody asked.

“Ready,” Neal responded

Neal watched as the door separating the two compartments slid closed, and a hum filled the back of the van as the precautionary runes activated. Neal knew that Cody was watching and had an abort button, but he was nervous nonetheless. This was both the most fun and the most terrifying part of his job.

Neal took a deep breath as he slid the mask over his face, aligning the eyeholes with his eyes. Immediately he felt the first sign that it was a magic item. The mask fused to his face. Neal took a deep breath as he felt the familiar sensation of his body beginning to change. His skin prickled as short hairs sprouted all over his body, coating him in short black, white, and orange fur. Neal’s face pushed out, filling the mask. His teeth grew sharp points and his nose grew black and moist. His ears elongated and migrated to the top of his head. His fingers shrunk, pads growing on his palms, a similar change happening to his feet. A large tail burst out of his rear. Neal felt his heels pull up as he fell onto all fours, his hips having shifted to a more quadrupedal form. Finally Neal shrunk down to a more appropriate size for his new species.

“You alright?” Cody asked over the speaker system.

Neal opened his mouth but only yips came out so instead he just nodded his head.

“Great, you in full control of your body?” Cody asked again.

Neal nodded again and sat down, facing the front of the van.

“Can you change back?”

Neal lifted a paw to his face and tried to remove the mask. As soon as his paw brushed his muzzle it popped off, and Neal swiftly returned to human form, abet naked. He swiftly put his cloths back on as Cody deactivated the safeguards.

“That went well,” Cody commented as Neal reentered the front section.

“Yup, no mental changes, no gender changes, no additional tails. Just a bit of itching during the change,”

“Great, let’s go talk to the manager,” Cody said getting out a small stack of paperwork.
Routine

Rules of running a magic shop:

    1.       No enchantments that may harm the user may be sold

    2.       No repeat customers, one item per customer

    3.       All sales must be logged in the official sale log that will be checked by a Guild official every month

    4.       Magic items sold must not have an effect on more than 8 individuals total

Any more that I missed?

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Contains ideologically sensitive subjects. Please don't be mad at me, but if you have input, feel free to comment.

I don't like it when people make negative blanket statements, i.e., when someone is starting a fact that would generally be perceived as negative about a group of two or more people. I dislike these statements because they are pretty much guaranteed to be wrong.

Why am I writing about this? Someone said something that really irked me today. It was along the lines of all furries want to have sex with animals. Obviously this is false, as we know there are furries who don't lean that way.

In many cases the simple statement itself creates a divide. Say an entire state is very rural state. To say that every person within that state is a red-neck would be false, because by saying that you put a spotlight on the less red-necky people in the state you create a divide between the two groups.

In conclusion, xkcd.com/1095/.
  • Listening to: The Glitch Mob
  • Reading: Mistborn
  • Watching: Smarter Every Day
My finger brushed the on button, bathing the dark room in bright, sterile light emanating from the large television. I sunk further into the couch, preparing for a night of relaxation. The light struck my eyes but the signal never reached my brain. I zoned out, preparing to spend the night like I had every night recently.

“”

My paws slid through the damp grass. Chill air brushed my nose bringing the scent of something delicious. I crouched, silently watching the animal in front of me, waiting for the right moment. They say the first time is always the hardest, and it certainly was. My stomach would not stop informing me of this fact, but I had to get it right, or I may not ever be eating again.

As I crouched there among the trees I wondered ‘how did it all came to this?’

“”

My back pressed into the couch, the TV let out its soothing light, and something interesting come on. An ad for a one of a time experience in the wilderness. The ad diverged, speaking about an experiment, something to do with extreme situations. More importantly they were willing to pay you for participating. It was an offer I couldn’t resist.

“”

Leaves crinkled under my paws. Now that I stopped running the forest seems to have expanded around me, enveloping everything in leafy greenery. My head twisted every which way. The forest stretched on forever. I had lost my pursuers, and in doing so I seemed to have gotten lost myself.

“”

“Why do they make these roads so small?” I muttered under my breath.

Calling it a road was a compliment. The thing was so narrow that bushes brushed the sides of the car in some places. Parts of the road weren’t even gravel, rather smooth natural rock. It didn’t matter, the GPS said it was a road and therefore it was. Anyway, there was no going back now, there was no chance of turning around on such a narrow road.

“”

I slammed the side of my fury body against the cage, making it rattle and jump. Stepping back I attacked it again putting my whole weight into the motion. The crate jumped again and started to slide off the back of the flatbed. The men in the car behind the truck yelled something but it was too late. The crate was already off the platform.

I tumbled through the air inside the crate for a brief second before it hit the ground, springing back up and spinning into the car. Someone screamed and glass shattered before I was in the air again, tumbling over the car and smashing into the ground behind it, this time with only one difference; I was outside of the cage.

“”

I had arrived. The place looked like some evil villain’s lair, sunk into the side of a hill with a large circular blast door. The only thing that ruined the nuke shelter impression was all of the windows. I parked my car in the disheveled parking lot, hoping this was the right place.

Soon I discovered that the interior was immaculate, marble floors and high vaulted ceilings. There were several other people standing about the room, dressed in everything from fancy suits to old t-shirts and jeans.

After checking in the receptionist informed me that there was now enough people to begin, and asked everyone to follow her through a polished door.

“”

My bleary eyes opened slowly, revealing dull metal bars encircling me on all sides. Something was wrong. Not only was I in a cage, but I didn’t feel right either.

I looked at my hands… paws… what?

With that I was wide awake. It wasn’t a dream. I was an animal. I was in a cage.

Before I could contemplate further my prison rocked. A forklift had snagged my cage and was no heading for a large flat-bed truck. On the truck were other animals, a lion, a large snake, a wolf, a smaller fox, all in cages. I knew I was in trouble, and I really wanted to get out of this cage.

“”

The receptionist led us into a long hallway, showing us each to individual rooms. Each room was sparsely decorated with only an uncomfortable looking chair and another door smooth door. I sat down in the room and waited.

Sometime later a hissing sound flowed into the room, shortly followed by a faint odor. They were trying to gas me! I sprinted to the door and rattled the knob only to find that it was locked. The other door proved futile too. My vision was starting to fuzz up a bit, and my body was starting to itch. I scratched a bit and was shocked to discover that I had a lot more hair than before. I looked at my hand and seriously began to panic as I saw orange hair growing on the back. Further up my arm the hair began to take a stripy pattern. My breathing quickened as I realized it looked a lot like tiger fur. Back on my hand weird things were continuing to happen the palms had darkened to almost pitch black, a similar thing happening on my fingertips.

I looked away, not wanting to see my mutating body but it didn’t help. I could still feel my stomach flipping out, my feet twisting into a similar form to my hands. I could feel my heels pulling up and my shoulders realigning. I looked back at my hands, only to find fully formed paws.

That was when my face started to feel strange as well I lifted my paws to my face to feel the new growth protruding from my skull. My nose had lengthened and gained a leathery texture while I wasn’t looking. I felt my ears moving as well, growing pointed and sliding to the top of my head, new muscles growing to move them. My hair fell to the floor, replaced by a complex pattern of black and orange stripes.

My clothing was starting to feel too tight so I tore at it with my new paws, frantically trying to get it off. While I was preoccupied with my uncomfortable clothing I almost didn’t notice a new appendage grow in. I looked behind myself to see a thin striped tail waving behind my fury orange and black striped back. With this change to my spine also came a change to my hips. I felt them snap, then my legs refused to support my weight and I fell onto all fours angrily letting loose a yowl. My ribs shifted a bit and I felt a few more vertebra insert themselves into my spine.

I lay on the floor for a while, getting used to my new body. It seemed I had transformed into a large Bengal Tiger. I was wondering how I was going to drive home when the hissing sound filled the room again, and everything went dark.
Journey
This was interesting to write. I feel like it ended a bit abruptly, but that's because all of the post change stuff is before the change.
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I have a problem with TF games. Specifically, board games and card games. The problem is, there's often little conflict other than "I don't like this, we need to finish the game."

These random games, much like jamunji, don't interest me because the charecters have no control over what happens, and what happens is completely random. With other TF mediums the charecter uses the object, willingly, unwillingly, or unknowingly.

That last one is what bugs me. With a game it's allways unknowingly.

What I'm trying to say is it would be interesting to see a game where one or more of these things happend:
The players know what they're getting into beforehand.
The players control the game, ie. No randomness.
It was a strategy game, rather than a straight out luck or luck of the draw type game.
You could play the game in real life (minus the actual transformation) and have a good time.

Since I made the "board game" story I've been thinking a lot about TF games, and I think it would be a lot more interesting if they were a lot less random.

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timmichangas Featured By Owner Mar 4, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks for the watch :D What caught your eye?
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grapehyacinth Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2016
Thanks for the watch!!
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N-427 Featured By Owner Dec 22, 2016  Student Writer
Welcome!
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