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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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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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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 once again broke the silence.

Mike glared at her.

“And with a good luck you might win next turn.” Emely pointed out, trying to cheer her friend up.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve barely changed.” Mike retorted in his high pitched voice.

“Well that’s going to change in a moment.” Emely responded, flicking the Species, Size, Type, Gender, and Special spinners.

Lizard (100%)(8), Huge (10), Male (10), Feral (10), You may make another player spin a spinner of your choice.

“You can spin the Gender spinner,” Emely stated defiantly.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Mike exclaimed dumbfounded, “You just said I’d probably win next round.”

Emely opened her mouth to respond but the changes had already started. Her hair and ears both sucked back into her head. Her skin darkened as green scales pushed their way into the open. She fell onto all fours as her legs and arms splayed to either side. Her tail broadened, glowing the same coating of scales. Her hands and feet flattened, her nails becoming sharp claws. A row of spines grew from her back and her head elongating to be more lizard like. Finally Emely began to grow, getting larger and larger until, even with her lizard-like posture, she was taller than Mike. From the outside no one could tell, but on the inside Emely had become male. Her piece moved 38 tiles forwards, placing her right in front of Mike.

Mike gaped up at her, now with two animals in the room that could definitely eat him whole if they wanted to. The Gender spinner spun of it’s own accord, landing once again on Female.
“The universe hates me!” shouted Mike.

Next up was Jim, however, Jim was still stuck as a naga statue, so play continued to Zoe, the Chinese Dragon. Zoe coiled over the board, forcing Mike and Emely back. She spun the Species, Size, Type, and Special spinners.

Griffin (100%)(8), Feral (0), Tiny (10), Chose one player to eliminate from the game.

Zoe’s body immediately began to shrink. Her arms and legs grew a bit and she sprouted feathers all over her front half and tan fur all over her back half. Her muzzle retracted into a beak and her whiskers disappeared. She fell from the air and landed on her new paws and talons, back and front paws respectively. Her previously draconic tail shrunk into a long, whip-like tail. Feathery wings pushed out of her back completing the Griffin look. When the changes finished Zoe was smaller than one of Emely’s claws. Her piece moving forwards 18 spaces, stopping at the 32nd.

Zoe realized that she still needed to pick someone who would be eliminated from the game. She pointed a talon at Mike.

“Why me? I didn’t do anything wrong!” Mike shouted.

Since no one else could speak no one else responded. Instead Emely’s tongue shot out of his mouth and planted itself firmly on Mike’s torso. Mike looked at Emely in surprise but could not react further, as the tongue shot back into Emely’s mouth, taking Mike with it. Mike screamed as the giant lizard clamped its mouth down on his legs. Luckily, being a giant version of one of the smaller types Emely didn’t have any teeth. Instead he yanked his head up and proceeded to swallow Mike whole. After a couple seconds Mike stopped screaming.

The room was silent, Zoe in shock, Emely was content after eating such a delicious meal, he could still feel it squirming inside his stomach.

Then Emely realized what he had just done. The giant lizard backpedaled hard, nearly crushing Zoe and Jim in the process. It took a few minutes for the lizard to calm down, check that his other friends were still ok, and realize that it was his turn to go. He flicked the Species, Type, Gender, and Size spinners, but his talon stayed far away from the Special spinner.

Wolf (100% )(8), Tuar (10), Male (0), Medium (0).

Emely began to shrink. Hair sprouted from his scales and his skull reformed into a more canine shape. His eyes became large and brown-black and his ears grew into points, positioning themselves at the top of his head. His tail fluffed up, becoming quite soft. Two new appendages sprouted from his torso becoming the forelegs of a wolf. His old forelegs became much more human, even if they were coved in fur and had pads instead of palms. All of his lizard feet became paws completing his transformation. Emely was still obviously male though. Emely’s piece moved 18 spaces forwards, placing it two spaces away from the finish.

“It’s nice to have a voice again,” the wolf-tuar mocked the little griffin, “but still I wish I could talk to someone.”

Emely didn’t have to wait long. Jim suddenly regained color, no longer petrified. She took a few deep breaths before seeing the giant wolf staring down at her. Jim screamed and tried to run. This turned out to be a bad Idea as she flopped straight to the floor. Looking up she saw that she no longer had two legs, but one long snake tail. This made Jim scream again.

“Quit that Jim!” Emely yelled, “Just calm down and get it over with, you spent half the game frozen because you refused to play! Now shut up and spin at least one of the spinners!”

“O..ok” Jim stammered, stunned by the outburst. Jim decided that he only wanted to spin the gender spinner.

Male (10).

Jim breathed a sigh of relief as his breasts retracted and a shifting told him that he had become male again.

“Ok, now Zoe, go.” Emely said, trying to speed things along.

Realizing how close Emely was to the finish, Zoe wanted to pass her turn quickly, spinning only the Species spinner.

The needle landed on tiger (100%)(8).

Zoe’s beak lengthened into a short muzzle. Her wings retracted and her tail thickened and lengthened. Her body was covered in orange and black stripes. Her front talons became paws as her ears poked up above hear head, now pointed. Finally her pupils narrowed to slits just like a tiger’s. The eight spaces barely made a dent in the thirty left, but Emely was next.

Emely didn’t waste any time taking his turn and spun the Species and Gender spinners, hoping to become female again and knowing that the species spinner was the only one that had always yielded spaces.

Wolf (100%)(0), Female (10)

Emely briefly panicked as the spinner she was counting on landed on the same thing. Luckily the gender spinner landed on female. Emely felt a familiar weight on her chest again and a certain something retract from her underside. Her hips widened a bit and her shoulders slimmed. Her face became narrow again as well. Finally Emely’s piece was the center of attention as it moved across the finish line. Everyone that could cheered.

After the brief celebration they realized that the squares on the board were replaced with some text.

Thank you for playing Vicomorph (board game edition)!
If you are wondering what happens next spin what was previously the species spinner to determine how much time you will be spending in your currant forms. During this time any eliminated players will stay eliminated until the time is up, at which point they will return and spend an amount of time determined by the spinner in a new random form.
If you would like to send us feedback, you may do so at Vicomorph@gmail.com.
Have a nice day!

“Suppose we should spin that spinner.” Emely said to Jim, who nodded and slithered over and shoved the large arrow around the dial.

The numbers ranged from fifteen minutes to two months, luckily the spinner stopped on 1 hour.

“That isn’t so bad.” Emely said looking at the other numbers, “At least we’ll all get to go home as humans.”

“Don’t forget about Mike.” Jim reminded.

If wolves could blush Emely did. “Don’t remind me.”

The pair spent the next hour playing a mundane game of chess. Jim won by a landslide, even though he was only about as tall as his own king and Zoe was masquerading as Emely’s queen.

At the end of the period the three were back in the living room, waiting for their transformations to fade and for Mike to return. Suddenly Emely felt as if she really needed to poop. She couldn’t help it as Mile’s feet emerged from her rear, followed by his legs then his torso and arms. Emely was not in pain but it could not have been comfortable ether. Finally after what seemed like ages Mike’s head emerged and he took a deep breath of air. Everyone was overjoyed that he was alright, and were willing to overlook the fact that he had just emerged from Emely’s rectum. On the up side he was completely clean, and even smelled a bit like mint, also he was human again!

There was a bright flash and a popping noise and all of the humans who had started the game were once again in the Livingroom. Zoe caught Mike up to what had happened and what the end ‘credits’ had said about his future.

“It’s fine, can’t be worse than uuuh, what just happened.” Mike said.

The four looked at the board ready to see Mike’s fate.

Dragon (100%)(8), Feral (10), Male (0), Tiny (10), choose another player to share your fate.

“Well, it’s not that bad…” Mike said cautiously.

The Species spinner spun gain landing on one week.

“Never mind, I’m screwed, the question is who do I want to take down with me?”

“Please no.” Jim said.

“I’ll volunteer to take care of you as a tiny dragon!” Zoe shouted.

“I can take care of myself thank you very much,” Mike grumbled. “I wasn’t thinking of you anyway, I was thinking it would only be fitting for the person who ate me to share my ‘fate’, Zoe.”

“Fine, I did eat you, and being a dragon won’t be that bad.” Emely said.

With that both Emely and Mike began to shrink. As Mike and Emely were changing Zoe said to Josh, “I also got a card game from the same company, but it’s probably too late to play today. How about Next week?”

“Let me think about it.”
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 superstitious behavior.

“Fine,” Make says as he flicks each of the other spinners in turn, species, Type, Size. The arrows whirl around slowly coming to a stop on Fox (100%)(8), Tuar(10), Small(5).

“The moment of truth,” states Emely.

For half a second nothing happens, then Mike; “Oh man, my stomach feels weird.”

The others lean in to see short hairs beginning to sprout all over mike’s body. He swings a hand up and observes it with a panicked expression on his face. By now he’s grown a distinctly fox-like coat of fur all over his body. The next change are his ears, moving to the top of his head and growing pointed. His eyes darken and his face pushes out into a muzzle. Mike steps away from the board just in time for a pair of legs to sprout from his mid-section and land on the floor, his pants disappearing in a small flash. A bushy tail sprouts from his rear even as his legs are reshaping themselves for walking on all fours.

Jim has just enough time to say “Holy shit it’s real!” before Mike begins to shrink, his tuaric body condensing smaller and smaller. Finally the changes stop, leaving Mike as a three foot tall fox-tuar.

Mike’s peace lunches forwards advancing a whole 23 spaces, about a third of the way to the finish.

“He’s so cute!” Emely brakes the silence.

“No! You realize that that might happen to us?” Jim shouts in horror.

“Jim, clam down, remember once someone wins the game everyone returns to normal.” Zoe says.
“Then I’m going to leave while I still can!” Jim retorts.

“Jim! You can’t! Once the game pieces are down and the first person goes there’s no going back. You can’t quit.” Zoe replies calmly.

“A piece of cardboard can’t stop me from walking away.” Jim ends the conversation, standing up and walking into the kitchen.

“Fine, Just don’t blame me when something weird happens.” Zoe mutters under hear breath, “Emely, it’s your turn.”

Meanwhile Mike is preoccupied with stumbling around on his new four legs.

“Ok, I’m going to play it safe and only spin one of the spinners.” Emely reaches for the ‘species’ spinner giving it a flick.

“Tiger (25%)(2)” Emely reads off the spinner, “wonder what the percentages are for?”
“You’re about to find out.” Zoe responds, watching Emely intently.

It doesn’t take long for the changes to become apparent. Emely’s ears migrate to the top of her head, growing a coating of orange hair. She touches them with her hand, as if to make sure they are really there. Next a long tail bursts from her rear, black and orange striped just like a tiger’s. The new tail rapidly sways back and forth for a moment before Emely swings it around and grabs it with her hands. Her piece moves forward 2 tiles.

“What? I moved forward 23 tiles and Emely only moves two?” Mike interjects, apparently getting used to his new body.

“Perhaps we know what both of those numbers mean. The percentage is how much you become like that animal and the number is how far you move.” Zoe says thoughtfully.

“8 plus 10 plus 5 equals 23, yup I think I agree.” Mike states, “so spinning more spinners will get you to the end faster, but it will also more drastically alter your body.”

“Seems right, anyway, it’s jim’s turn so…” Zoe replies.

Emely gasps as all of the spinners begin swiveling wildly, flailing about their fastenings like they were trying to escape.

“This does not look good.” Mike states.

One by one the spinners stop their mad swiveling, landing on Snake (50%)(4), Humanoid (0), Tiny (10), Female (10). The ‘Special spinner takes a bit longer to stop and lands on  ‘lose a turn.’ The three hear a loud yelp form the kitchen, followed by a clatter that sounds like someone falling out of a chair.

Mike looks at Emma, Emma looks at Zoe, and Zoe looks at Mike. At once all of them get up and start walking to the kitchen, Mike stumbling on his tail. The trio find not Jim in the kitchen, but a five inch tall stone statue of a beautiful naga woman lying on her side. From her waist down she is all snake, but her top half it completely human.

“I take it that’s Jim?” Mike asks, unsure as to what to do.

“Probably, let’s take hi- err her? Back quickly. I don’t want to miss my turn.” Zoe ushers.
The others nod in agreement.

Soon all four players are back around the board, noticing Josh’s peace had moved forwards 24 spaces, just in front of Mike’s. They were ready for Zoe to take her first turn, but Zoe was hesitating.

“Go all in,” says Emely, “the sooner someone makes it to the end the better.”

“You don’t have to do that,” says Mike, “can take big changes so you guys don’t have to”

“I don’t know, I’ll just do species, type and throw in a spin on the special spinner, some of those look like fun.” Zoe flicks her three chosen spinners.

Chinese Dragon (100%)(4), Feral (10), choose another player to spin a spinner of your choice.

“Holy crap, I did not see that coming.” Mike says.

“You know what, I want you to spin the species spinner.”

With that statement the changes begun. Scales sprouted all over Zoe’s body as a massive tail grew from her rear. Her arms and legs shrank, her fingers grew talons. Her face pushed outwards, growing whiskers. She also grew in size, soon she was almost thirty feet long but barely two wide. Soon a massive dragon was swirling in the air in front of the other two, undulating in a hypnotic pattern. She took up a large portion of the space, leaving the other two players slightly afraid and cramped. The dragon opened its mouth and let out a sort of cat-like roar, then a bunch of quieter noises. Zoe’s piece moved forwards 14 spaces.

Mike began rolling around laughing. “Hah! She can’t speak!”

The dragon huffed indignantly then opened its maw so wide she could have eaten Emely, much less the much smaller Mike. This shut the little fox right up.

“Never mind. I want you to spin the gender spinner.” Zoe the dragon abruptly said. This surprised everyone, but Mike was by far the most surprised.

“No! that’s not fair!” But the spinner was already spinning.

Female (10)

“NOOOO!” Mike shouted as his chest ballooned out and his whole body slimed. He felt his genitals suck inwards, replaced with something he never thought he would have. Finally his eyes grew slightly larger and his hair extended from a short mop to a long flowing stream of blonde.

“Well it’s my turn next.” Mike pouted in a girlish voice, crossing his arms over his new chest.

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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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Thanks for the watch!!
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Welcome!
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