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Writer's Guild / Chosen of the Sea

« on: October 20, 2017, 10:50:42 AM »

This was a silly thing I did one day for Lugia Day. Just a short quick stunt of a story. :P

Also I'm back in the writing game once more! Yay!

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You huff as you carry your things onto the beach. Part of you thinks you could have carried less
but there is always that doubt that you needed everything you have been carrying all this time.
Course your current problem now is finding a spot to set up. The beach is packed today! Almost
every square foot has people covering it. You curse yourself for not getting here sooner.
Hopefully there was at least one good spot around as you begin your journey through the dense
jungle of flesh, beach towels, and the occasional sand sculpture. One in a while you accidently
bump into a fellow beach goer but a quick apology keeps you out of any trouble. You do
eventually find a spot. It is just rather close to the shore. You think you will be fine though as you
believe it is low tide. So you put down your cooler, lay out the beach tower, and plant your
beach umbrella. This spot was claimed in the name of you and only nature will get you to move
from this spot.

Unfortunately nature does seem to have its intent on ruining your day. Just when you think you
had enough sun screen put on you turn to see a rather tall wave making its way to you. You
have no idea where it came from and no time to get out of the way as you get splashed. As the
wave washes over you something hard conks you on your forehead and nearly knocks you out
as you are washed further back on the beach along with your now waterlogged belongings.
You groan as you get back up, rubbing your aching forehead. You then see all your stuff is
completely soaked. It was starting to look like your beach trip had been ruined by a random
freak of nature. With a sigh you begin gathering your things when you notice something odd
sticking out from under your wet beach towel. Curious, you pull it away to reveal a very ornate
sword. The hilt was pure silver and designed to look like some sort of bird. And the sheath had a
water pattern all along it, coloured a brilliant ocean blue. You decide to pick it up and unsheath
the blade so you can see what the blade itself looked like. It was oddly light for such a heavy
looking sword, finding you could pick it up with ease. Slowly you unsheathed it to reveal an
aquamarine colored blade that seemed like it glowed in the light. You weren’t sure where this
sword came from but this was definitely one heck of a souvenir.

Wielder of the enchanted blade of the sea, you have been chosen! You will protect these waters
with the ocean’s blessing!

You dropped the blade and jumped back, startled by the voice. You look all around wondering
where the voice came from. Your attention turns back to the sword and your eyes go wide. The
sword was floating now and was most certainly glowing.

Receive the gift of the ocean! The power and form to best protect this domain from corruption!

You don’t even get to ask what you are being signed up for when you are hit by a sudden blast
of blue-green light. Your whole body is lifted into the air and begins to glow in the same light.
Calm washes over you as your body begins to change. Your arms grow longer and more
slender. Hands swell and fingers lengthen. Silvery white feathers spread across your entire
body, fully coating your changing form. A long and slender tail grows from your backside, a pair
of blue fins forming on the tip. Legs become more feminine in shape and feet puff out a little,
losing a couple toes leaving only three per foot. Your belly turns a light shade of blue and thins
out while your hips widen, rear swells, and chest expands. Small blue fins appear on your back
as the final changes move up towards your head. Your neck grows longer and your face pushes
out into a beak. All your hair falls away as your head fully reshapes, a blue natural “mask”
forming around your eyes. No longer were you human but a rather shapely lugia girl.
The magic transformation wasn’t quite done, though. Magic weaves itself around you like silken
sheets. It first wraps itself around your arms to form long, dark blue gloves. Then it binds itself to
your feet in the form of tall heeled boots. Next it covers your main body, soon sporting an
elegant blue one piece. Finally the rest forms a silver tiara crowning your head, a turquoise opal
within its center. You were now fully dressed in your new uniform. You were now a magical lugia
girl.

The contract has been sealed! Arise to your your new duties as guardian of the sea!

Contract? What? The effects of the magic had fully lifted and clarity was beginning to return.
You look over yourself with wide eyes at your new body and attire. Confused you look for the
sword that changed you to find it was somehow in your weird wing hand already, sheath at your
side tied to a silk sash wrapped tightly around your thin waist. So many questions began rushing
through your head when it just kicked in just where you are. You look around to see practically
the entire beach standing around you. Some just gawking. Many others taking pictures and
video. You start to panic and look around for a quick exit. But you were completely surrounded
from nearly all directions. All except towards the water. Wasn’t many other options besides
using your sword on your audience to make a path. But you couldn’t bring yourself to hurting
innocents. So leaving just one option open you sheath your sword and make a mad dash for the
ocean.

Gracefully you leap into the water and instinctively you swim away at great speed. It surprises
you how well and how fast you can swim. Not to mention that you are breathing under water.
Must have been something to do with the ocean blessing you were given. Being under water felt
more natural to you now than being on land. Perhaps being the guardian of the sea won’t be so
bad afterall. You were fast, strong, and even pretty sexy. You decide that at least for now till you
figure out how to change back to make the most of it. You swim around some more wondering
what sort of adventures you’ll end up going on now as the ocean’s protector?

Sadly it seems not many as during your time as the guardian of the sea the most you protect it
from is litter bugs. It is days like these you wish for a super villain to attack.

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Art Gallery / Group Shenanigans With The Crazy Gold-And-Nothing-Else Dragoness

« on: May 19, 2014, 12:27:10 PM »

So I put this off long enough. So, I've been thinking more and more about the sequal to http://art.by.virmir.com/art/break_time and though I do want Trask and my other adopted (though not plushy) son Dav to be involved I began to think....why would I stop with just transforming+ age regressing Virmir?

Yes, this is my group commission idea for having anyone who wishes to join also be "brothers" and "sisters" in the next pic. Pretty much those who are involved would be dragonettes in the pic (hybrids are allowed too so you can still have a mix of dragon and your normal sona) all in a big playroom together in my cave with a bunch of toys and things while I stand watch to make sure none of you sneak off and run out of my cave. Don't want any of my precious little ones to get lost in the forest outside my home, afterall. ^.=.^

Keep in mind this is a group commission so it will be a split fee thing (with me paying for Dav and Trask). That being said, would anyone like to be a part of the silly dragonette fun with Virmirgon and me? x3

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Writer's Guild / Sunlight Through The Clouds

« on: April 25, 2014, 06:19:09 PM »

Well, decided to post this hear for others to view. This is one of my more larger projects that I'm currently working on. It is a series based in the Emergence universe created by Reel123 on Deviantart (http://reel123.deviantart.com/gallery/) with permissions from the writer. I strongly suggest reading his works if you do decide to start reading mine since you'd get a better grasp on the world itself through his series starting with the Freedom arc, then Emergence, then currently the Existence arc. It isn't a prerequisite to do so to understand mine but you should at least take after you finish with what I have posted.

This is going to be a series. How long it'll be will depend on how well things go as well as the time I have available to me though I at least hope to go fairly far with this. This first chapter is a bit slow as it is just establishing the setting and characters a bit. Currently working on the next chapter in-between working on TF requests I have on my plate from FA which will spark the beginning of the events that will be driving the series forward.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy my series as it progresses as well as Reel123's story as well since it is his world/universe. And keep an eye on out for updates as I'll be updating as fast as I can. Enjoy and good reading!

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Writer's Guild / Quest Failed!

« on: April 09, 2014, 09:21:45 PM »

   A calm mist flowed around the camp as the sun rose in the horizon. The flaps of the orange tent flew open as a young man in light green scaled armour burst forth to greet the new day. Emien smiled confidently, taking in the fresh mountain air deeply, the veteran hunter ready to take on the quest he accepted back in Moga Village. The young hunter came out to the Misty Peaks in search for a wyvern called an azure rathalos, a highly aggressive subspecies of male raths, that had been attacking merchant caravans passing through the region. It was unusual to see such a monster this far inland. The rathalos also seemed to be acting far more aggressive then normal for the subspecies, seemingly attacking both people and other monsters without being provoked. But for the Hunter's Guild it was just another job which Emien gladly took, feeling confident that he could bring the beast down with no troubles at all.

   Emien cooked some meat over the fire, cooking it till it was a golden brown, then scarfing it down greedily. He'll need the energy for this hunt as azure rathalos are far from easy prey. He gathered up his bow, arrows, and various items, potions and arrow coatings he would need to either capture or kill the large wyvern. His bow was made from the scales and bones of a lagiacrus, a deadly electrical sea serpent, and thus his bow was imbued with the power of electricity, perfect for taking down a rath wyvern. His armour was also well suited for this hunt being made from the scales of a rathian, green wyverns and females of the rath species, such armour sporting good fire resistance which will come in handy for enduring his target's fireball attacks. Once he made sure everything was set he put out the remnants of the fire he made and set off in search for the creature.

   Emien travelled cautiously along the forested mountainside, the hunter having come alone on this mission. There was a nagging feeling he should have come with a companion should he make a mistake but he shook such thoughts away. He came out on his own this time to prove himself to the other hunters that he could complete a hunt solo. Also coming alone would make sneaking up on the target easier as he wouldn't have to worry about a partner rushing forth and blowing his cover. Emien kept his eyes to the skies as he ventured about the region, keeping watch for the blue scaled wyvern, glancing at the ground occasionally to check for the telltale shadow of a large monster flying overhead. Eventually he came to a clearing sparsely covered with thin trees. And sure enough the creature he as hunting was there, walking around slowly on its powerful legs, sharp claws digging into the earth, craning its neck around and slowly scanning the area with cold blue eyes as if searching for something.

   Emien quickly and stealthy moved behind a rather large tree stump for cover, hiding from the terrifying creature as he placed the paint coating into his bow to make it easier to track the rathalos should it fly away. He  peaked out from behind his hiding place and drew his bow back, preparing to take the shot. However, he took one second to long as the wyvern turned and spotted him, the creatures gaze causing Emien to briefly freeze in place in fear. The azure rathalos then spread its wings and let loose a deafening roar, causing the young hunter to cover his ears. The beast then charged at Emien, the hunter recovering from the roar and dodging out of the way just in time. He fired an arrow on the beast, the oversized arrow sticking into the creatures hide and splattering paint over its side. The monster spun around, swinging its large spiked tail around. Emien tried to dodge again but was too slow this time, knocked back by the monster's tail swing. He recovered quickly from the blow, though, and quickly swapped coatings with a paralysis coating, hoping the paralyse the wyvern just long enough to deal significant damage to it.

   As he fired volleys of arrows at the rathalos it spread its wings and leaped into the air, hovering on the spot, the powerful beating of its wings forcing Emien to brace himself against the strong gusts. He didn't have enough time to recover his aim as it shot a large fireball from its maw, the explosion sending Emien flying backwards, the hunter crying out in pain as his armour caught on fire. The moment he got back onto his feet he started rolling around to put out the flames. This was all the azure rathalos needed as it swooped down and glided low to the ground, ramming the panicking hunter and sending him flying once again. Emien hit the ground hard, banging his head against a rock, and blacked out, the hunter falling unconscious.

   Emien woke up a few minutes later, spitting dirt from his mouth as he found himself laying face first on the ground in front of his tent, getting back up and wiping the dirt off his armour. He looked over himself to find all his wounds were healed up and his armour fixed. He knew it was the work of felynes, small anthropomorphic cat-like creatures, that always seem to appear after a hunter is knocked out, somehow fixing them up with surprising speed as they brought them back to camp on a flat stretcher cart and then dumping them there. Of course for their services that no one asks for they always took a third of the reward for the quest the hunter was on so Emien knew at this point he will be getting less for his quarry once he brought it down. His ego bruised more then his body, he set off again on his hunt, tracking the rathalos down to a large stream thanks to the paint trail it was leaving from the paint arrow. Emien didn't bother with stealth this time, immediately firing his arrows at the wyvern. This battle didn't go so well either for the hunter as this time he was tail smacked into a moss coated cliff face while trying to drink a healing potion and once again fell unconscious.

   The hunter was furious when he found himself at camp again, knowing full well that one more screw up would mean no reward and being dragged back to the village with nothing but shame to show his fellow hunters. He wasn't ready to call it quits and loose to this beast. He chased the rathalos down to a plateu were remnants of an old village stood, the wooden huts rotting away as time caused them to slowly crumble to dust. Emien glared at the rathalos and it glared back at him in almost a showdown like fashion. Only one was gonna remain standing in the end and both were determined to be the victor. They both cried out their battle cries and their final battle began. Mighty blows were traded as Emien was burnt and clawed at, the rathalos perceived heavily and shocked by the hunter's arrows. Time passed and it was beginning to look like Emien was gonna be victorious thanks to his skill and resources. However, the hunter let his guard down when the rathalos flew up high, assuming it was flying away only to find it swooping down from high above and raking his left arm with poison coated claws. With the poison weakening his body Emien stood no chance as the wyvern performed a mid-air somersault and smack his face with the flat of its tail, the mighty blow knocking Emien out cold. The azure rathalos landed and knocked the remaining arrows in its hide off before roaring in triumph on top of its prey.

   From out of no where a group of felynes rushed out into the area pulling a stretcher behind them. They ran towards the fallen hunter, ready to bring him back home all healed up... for a small fee, of course. They new the monster was still there but they were so insignificant that monsters ignored them while they did their job. This time was different though, as they found that the rathalos wasn't gonna let his catch escape. It let out a roar and angrily chased the felynes away, the small cat creatures running away for their lives. One it was sure that the pests were gone it turned back towards its prize and stood there, watching the unconscious hunter as if waiting for something to happen. It didn't have to wait long as Emien's body started to heal, the cuts on his arm sealing up and pink scales sprouting from the wounds. The poison flowing through his body was something unnatural as instead of killing him slowly it flowed through his blood stream and started to slowly alter his body wherever it seeped in. Even now the effects of its work were showing more and more as his left arm was soon fully covered in scales, the other arm following suite. The rathalos almost looked like it was grinning as it watched the changes unfold, its tail swishing about excitedly.

   Emien groaned in his unconscious state as bones began to creak and snap, his hands twisting and warping in shape as his fingers lengthened, his gloves tearing apart as his fingers grow longer and bonier save for his thumbs which grew thicker as they lengthened. Parts of his armour tore apart as his arms grew thicker with bone and muscle, a thin scaley membrane spreading across his new wing-like arms, talon-like spikes forming along the outer edge of his transformed limbs. Pink scales spread further along his body, coating his chest and travelling up his neck, scales becoming thicker on his back to form into armour-like plating. The hunter still remained unconscious even as the changes spread across his face, only occasionally groaning in pain as his jaw bones and nose pulled out from the rest of his face, forming into a draconic muzzle. His hair began to fall off his head and scales fully covered his scalp to form thick plates on top of his head with small horns breaching in-between. Emien's ears stretched and grew, folding inwards slightly as they began to resemble the ears on the head of the wyvern that defeated him.

   The pace of the transformation was starting to increase as the hunter was looking less human with each passing moment. A bulge formed in the seat of his pants and kept growing and growing till a new appendage tore free from its confines and stretched outwards from the base of his spine, more scales covering his new tail and spikes forming on the swelling tip. The shock from sprouting a tail plus the increasing pressure coming from his boots was enough to bring Emien back to consciousness, his larger eyes blinking open as he began to sit up, his vision still blurred and slowly re-focusing. His boots finally tore apart to reveal flexible three-toed wyvern paws that were once human feet, a smaller  dew-claw  on each paw. Emien's vision soon cleared and he glanced around, noticing he was still in the misty peaks. He tried to get up but was confused by how weird his body felt, arms feeling heavy and awkward, feet feeling bigger like they were swollen, and feeling like there was something wiggling around his butt. He glanced over himself and his eyes grew wide in disbelief as he saw what has happened to his body, brain trying to process the sight and sensations.

   “W-whrrat's ha-happening?” Emien cried out in confusion and fear, his voice sounding rough and growls escaping his snout as he was finding it difficult to speak normally with his altered jaws. As he spoke his flat human teeth fell out from his maw, quickly replaced by sharper fangs meant for tearing apart meat and flesh.

   “Why didn't I get brrrrought back to town?! Why d-do I look Grrr...rrrr...LIKE THIS?!?”

   Emien struggled to get himself back onto his feet, finding it difficult with his wing arms, kicking his comically sized draconic feet about, his new tail twitching and wiggling on its own accord. His armour was growing increasingly uncomfortable as he felt his body swell, pants tearing around his legs as they grew thicker and stronger. He had yet to notice that the rathalos that had he had been hunting was still looming close by, gazing at him with a seemingly loving look in his reptilian eyes.

   “Rrrr...whrrry am I all scaley and pink? My arms....my arrrms are wings and...rrrr...I got a tail...I'm loorrrking like...like...” It then dawned on the hunter what he was becoming. “Oh gods...I'm becoming a pink rrrraaaAAAAAWWRRR!” His words were cut short by a roar of pain as his head swelled and his vocal cords felt like they were burning, no longer capable of human speech. He was indeed becoming a pink rathian as he was attempting to say, a subspecies of the female rath species, leaving the transforming hunter with the knowledge that he not only was losing his humanity but was going to lose his masculinity as well. He didn't have to wait long for the latter as he cried out in agony again as he felt a painful tugging between his legs, his male organs shifting and reshaping till he could no longer call himself male anymore. “She” finally managed to roll onto her large paws just as her pants finally tore apart, her legs finished reshaping into the powerful legs of a rathian. Her chest armour was the next to go, straining against her swelling chest, back bursting as scale plates broke free along her now naturally armoured back. Her long and thick tail thrashed about behind her, kicking up dust and dirt, fully formed with spikes dripping poison from the tips. The new rathian roared as the changes finally ceased, nothing human remaining about her save for her mind and the remnants of her armour as well as her destroyed equipment.

   Emien moved around slowly, still feeling awkward in this alien body that belonged to her. She felt powerful in this new form but she also felt scared. She couldn't return back to Moga village likes this as they'd only see her as the monster she had become, and she doubt it would be long before hunters came after her seeking rewards and to craft new weapons and armour from her remains once they defeat her. She didn't even know if she'd last that long as she didn't know how to fly or survive as a rathian. She was so lost in thought about what to do that she almost leaped out of her newly formed scales when she heard a soft growl come from behind her. She spun around and found herself face to face with the rathalos that started this whole mess in the first place, its muzzle close enough to her hers that their chin horns were almost touching.

   The transformed wyverness was startled at first but then grew angry. He had cause this somehow. It was the only explanation of how she could have gone from being a hunter to being the very thing she once hunted. She was getting ready to bite him or at least give him a piece of her mind when he suddenly licked her snout and began to brush his snout against hers, crooning to her softly. This show of affection confused her greatly, having only seen him act aggressively and it was unheard of for a rathalos to be so tender, even around females of their kind. She was about to pull herself away but the males croonings and rumblings as he rubbed his head along hers felt oddly comforting, so much so that she found herself rumbling softly too, lightly closing her eyes and returning the affection given to her. It felt nice to be close to him. She felt relaxed in his presence. And his scent made her feel warm inside. She felt happy... happy to have such a loving mate who...wait a second... mate? No, that wasn't right. She was a human hunter who hunted creatures like him. He turned her into this female creature, took away her life, made her into the perfect mate to carry his eggs..nonoNO! That isn't right!

   Emien backed away from the rathalos and started shaking her head furiously, lost in confusion and torment as her thoughts were becoming different and alien to her. The poison didn't just flow throughout her body but also made its way into her brain, changing it to better match her new body. If she was paying attention she would have noticed the subtle changes earlier, like how quickly she started thinking herself as female or how she started thinking of the rathalos as “him” instead of just “it”. She struggled to make sense of her altering thoughts, finding it harder and harder to recognize what thoughts should be normal for her and what thoughts should be foreign. The male wyvern watched in confusion and concern, wondering why his mate was acting like she was in pain. He walked up closer to the pink wyverness and began to nuzzle her to try and comfort his mate. She growled softly and tried to pull away again but he persisted, crooning to her warmly and pressing his body up against hers affectionately. He rumbles happily when he felt her calm down and began to nuzzle him softly, opening her blue reptilian eyes to gaze at her mate. The female was happy now that her head was clear of those strange thoughts, her simple mind thinking of nothing more then being with her mate, finding a nest, and hunting for prey. There were some weird images in her mind of odd structures filled with and surrounded by many two-legged prey creatures as well as images of seeing herself with the same fleshy and weak limbs of their prey but she payed no attention to them. She chirred softly and licked her mates snout, receiving affection in return before they both took flight and set off to find safe nesting grounds.

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   About 4 months had past when the guild posted a new hunting quest in all the guild halls to tackle a threat once again terrorizing travellers and locals of the misty peaks region. The quest was to kill or capture a possibly mated pair of rath wyverns, one pink rathian and one azure rathalos, that were both reported nesting in the region. They had been killing local livestock and had been harassing villagers and caravans for months, their attacks along the roads making communication and travel very difficult. A second quest was posted shortly after, this one a gathering quest for wyvern eggs, also taking place in the misty peaks.  Lastly a memorial was posted for a hunter who had gone missing within those very mountains about 4 months ago while on a hunting quest for an azure rathalos, presumably wasn't fully informed that it was mating season for the rath wyverns and was ambushed by the mated pair that now plague the region. It served as a warning to all other hunters to be prepared for the unexpected. Though truly none could have been prepared for the fate that had befallen Emien, a fate that could perhaps be a happy one as the hunter was now a proud mother of a future generation of rathians and rathalos, caring for her eggs even after her capture and relocation until her eventual passing.

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Writer's Guild / The Golden Gifts: Of Flight and Floof

« on: March 09, 2014, 02:23:32 PM »

Well, here is the next installment of "The Golden Gifts" series I had planned out. Admittedly doing this a bit out of a semi-planned out order but this one I did early to help cheer up my good friend Dawgyjr (also known as Deej). I do have others planned to do as well as all my friends deserve something since they have been so nice to me, never asking for anything in return. But first I wanna finish the start of one of my more bigger projects. Anyways, enjoy the story.

Also, title is subject to change if I can ever figure out a better one.

Re-posted due to the ending being slightly unfit for the forums. This is the alt. ending version I also made.

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Deej flopped onto his bed. It had been a long day at work with his father and he just wanted to rest. It was also very hot and humid, typical Hawaiian weather. He was so glad his place was air conditioned. The young man sighed in relief at the feeling of cool air flowing over him, his long brown hair matted down by sweat. He then idly looked over to his computer, considering hopping on it to chat with friends. This thought made him sigh a little. Ever since he came to Hawaii it had been hard to keep in touch with a lot of his friends, due to both his job and the timezone he lived in. Being isolated on a small island in the middle of the biggest ocean on the planet didn't help much either. He got up lazily from his bed and decided to turn on his PC.

   “Might as well see who is online to chat with.” Deej said. However, as he was about to turn on his computer there was a knock at the door. “Huh? Wonder who that could be.” Curious, he left his room and opened the door.

   “Delivery for a... Dawgjr?” The deliveryman at the door said, a little confused by the name written on the package.

   Deej blushed and smiled awkwardly, lightly scratching the back of his head. He guessed the package was from one of his friends who obviously didn't know who his real name was. “Umm, that will be me.”

   “Oh, well sign here please.” The older man passed him a clipboard and pen, having Deej sign the invoice on the dotted line. After that the man handed him a relatively small package and thanked him, leaving to complete his deliveries.

   “Hmm, wonder who this could be from.” Deej pondered out loud to himself as he settled down on the living room couch and opened up the package. Under the package wrapping was a golden box, a card and tag attached to it, the tag reading “To my favourite floofy latios, from Mehl”.

   “A gift from Mehl, huh?” Deej said with a smile. Mehl was one of his furry friends online who represented himself as a golden dragoness named Mehlahphuse. He found it very sweet that “she” would send him a gift. But then a thought occurred to him. “How did she find my mailing address? I never gave it to her.” Stumped, Deej decided to read the card, curious to what it said.


Dear Deej,

I hope you like my gift. I put a lot of work into making sure that it is something special. You deserve it for being such a good friend. Anyways, enjoy. I'm sure you'll be quite surprised with your gift. ~.=.^

Love Mehlahphuse


   Though the card didn't answer his question he decided it didn't really matter. Without hesitation he opened the box, determined to find out what his golden friend sent him. His jaw almost hit the ground in surprise as he pulled out a golden chain necklace and a latios Pokemon card that was obviously custom made as the picture on it was that of his fursona, a latios adorned with the same necklace he received and feathers on his head patterned to match his real hair.

   “This is amazing! Such great gifts! I really need to thank Mehl for this.” Deej said, dawning the necklace. He then examined the card and noticed it only had one attack listed on it. An eyebrow raised as the attack seemed to be just gibberish and the explanation text for what the attack did didn't seem to make much sense either. “ soimrofsnart soital: transforms the reader into a latios,” Deej read out loud, chuckling a bit “Was she being for real when she made this?”

   It was then that his necklace started to glow along with the card. “Woah, what's going on?” Deej cried out, looking shocked when his hands started to swell, dropping the card in the process. His fingers fused and shrank into his now swollen hands, becoming claws, his hands hardening like a pair of shells. His arms began to shrink some and turned white, sprouting tiny feathers. It all felt weird but not painful, though in all it was freaking Deej out. His face was next to change, grunting a little as his nose and jaw pulled out from his face to form a very triangular snout. He felt a tug at his ears as they grew long and upward, becoming feathery as small feathers covered his altered head, his hair becoming a mat of blue-n-white feathers as well. It was then Deej realized what was going on.

   “holy shit! I'm becoming a latios! My latios!” He exclaimed, eyes wide as he watched his body change further, white feathers covering his chest while blue feathers poured over bis belly, a red triangular mark forming over the middle of it as it swelled a little. He cried out a bit as his shirt tore from the back, a pair of fin-like protrusions sprouting from his back, his new wings. He then yelped as his legs went numb, causing him to fall to the floor with a thud. “Oof!” Deej cried out, trying to rub his legs with his shrunken arms, eyes widening as he felt them wither away till only a pair of feathery tufts remained, completing the transformation. He wiggled out of the his pants and the remnants of his shirt, trying to figure out how he could move without legs anymore. Then he remembered that latios can levitate. So he closed his eyes, focusing on making his body float into the air. Sure enough it was easier then he thought as his body floated off the ground as if he was weightless.

   “Oh my god! This is so freaking cool!” Deej cried out happily as he floated into the bathroom to look himself in the mirror. Indeed he did look like his latios self in every  detail. He smiled and floated back into the living room and looked at the box. He then notice there was another card sitting within. Using his new found psychic powers which came with the form he telekenetically lifted the card, opening it up and giving it a read.


Dear Latideej,

I'm sure you are finished transforming by the time you read this letter. I hope you are enjoying your new body. Just to let you know you can change back by removing your necklace which you have to be wearing in order for that spell to have worked. And yes putting the necklace back on will change you back into a latios as the spell is already active now since you read the card. Now that you are a latios you should also be able to fly at super speeds which means you could easily visit any of your friends in no time. Course if you haven't experienced any transformation or something went wrong please message me on skype the moment you can and I'll arrange for things to be fixed up pronto.

P.S. - Gendious Shiftas ~.=.^


   Deej scratched his head at that last line. What the heck did that mean? He didn't have to wait long, however, as he suddenly felt tingly again. His eyes went wide as his blue feathers started to turn red, body shrinking down slightly. His belly swelled ever so subtly along with a subtle shift in muzzle shape and ear size. The last change to happen caused him to blush immensely as he felt something shift between his hind fins as he ceased to be male.

   “MEHL! I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS!” Deej, now a latias, shouted into the air, “her” voice sounding much more feminine, shaking her claws at the sky. She swore she heard her friend in the distance, cackling maniacally.

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Writer's Guild / The Golden Gifts: A Murrping Good Christmas

« on: January 30, 2014, 08:54:38 PM »

Well, this has been a long time coming. This was a planned out series of short TF stories I wanted to give out over time as gifts for my friends but due to life happening and my motivation for writing constantly being shot down cause of it things got delayed......massively. But finally the first of the series for my friend, Dafydd, is done and hopefully I'll have more done in the near future with my mate, Ravtrag, being next. Reason why Dav's is done before my mate's is cause I got something else for Rav so technically he's got two gifts on the way. :P

Anyways, please enjoy the story and please keep the criticism constructive. Thank you.


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Dafydd sighed softly as he got home from work, opening the door to his apartment. It had been a long day at work with a lot of people having stupid problems needing to be fixed. Thankfully it was the weekend so he could rest a while. He took of his boots, hung up his coat, and got himself settled on his couch to relax for a bit. He was glad this was the Christmas weekend finally. Pretty much had the rest of the month off save for a day or two here and there. Also couldn't wait to see the gifts his friends got for him. He had already given them their gifts and they most appreciated what they got. Rav said he'd have his gift ready soon but Emien hadn't said a word about his. Not even so much as a little hint. Dav started to mull over if his friend was even able to get him a gift when a knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He got up and took a look through the peep hole.

“Hey, Dav! Open up! It's Emien.” the young man on the other side of the door shouted, trying not to be too loud to avoid disturbing Dav's neighbours, blue eyes staring back into the peephole.

Dav quickly opened the door for his friend. “Emien! How did you get here? And where is Rav?” Rav was a mutual friend of theirs as well as Emien's boyfriend. He was also generally Emien's ride as Dav lived quite far from where they both lived.

“Oh, he went to grab some things. He'll be with us soon enough.” Emien smiled, walking inside and removing his coat and boots. He walked back out the door briefly to bring in a large box wrapped in golden wrapping paper. “I came to bring you your gift personally. And don't worry about waiting for Rav as he said to open it without him.”

“Awww, Emien... you shouldn't have!” Dav was beaming brightly as the gift was brought up to his couch. He was still skeptical about Rav not at least coming in to say hi first before running off to grab whatever he was gonna get, but he simply shrugged and walked over to the couch. Emien simply stepped back and motioned Dav invitingly to the box, wordlessly asking him to open it. He wasted no time getting started as he tore into the gift, shredding the wrapping paper and tossing it aside, removing the tape holding the box lid closed, and opening up the box. His eyes opened wide as his hands dive into the box and pull out a rubbery red dragon costume designed to resemble his dragon self, Dav being a dragon furry who's dragon self was that of a small red quadrupedal dragon with small black horns and a gatorish snout. The costume looked very well made and the rubbery material felt nice and smooth to the touch. It was all one piece and the zipper was on the back. The inside felt just as nice to the touch as the outside.

“Go ahead and put it on! It'll give Rav a nice surprise when he comes in and sees you.” Emien said, smiling brightly. Dav nods and rushes off into his room to put on his new costume, closing the door behind him. Emien merely sat down on the couch, waiting for his friend to finish changing. “He's gonna be so surprised when he sees his gift in full.” Emien mused, his blue eyes shifting into a shining green, a red gemstone pushing out of his forehead as the skin around the area hardened and became gold in colour.

Dav hurriedly got undressed in his room, tossing his clothes aside save for his underwear as they'd only get in the way and make wearing the suit less comfortable. He held up the suit and looked over it one more time before he started sliding himself into it steadily, putting his feet in first. The suit stretched a bit as he slid his legs inside and the fit was fairly snug, but overall it was fitting him perfectly as he moved on to his arms next, stuffing them inside the suits sleeves. Lastly, he slipped the head of the suit over his own and zipped himself up. He was amazed how well the suit fit seeing as it would have been difficult to have obtained his measurements without giving away the gift itself. Not that he was complaining as the suit fit wonderfully and looked great but it still left him wondering how Emien pulled it off. He was about to leave and ask but then he heard something hit the floor behind him. Curious, he turned around and saw that the zipper was on the floor. And not just the zipper head but the entire zipper. Thinking the suit was damaged, Dav reached behind himself to remove it only to find there was no seem or any indication that the suit was able to open. And then things started to take a stranger turn as he started to feel tingly all over.

Dav felt as if the suit was compressing against his body, squeezing him tightly. And yet it didn't feel painful but it did feel uncomfortably weird, his eyes shutting as his senses were becoming assaulted by these strange sensations. It felt like the suit was trying to glue itself to his skin. Other weird sensations followed as he felt tugging sensations coming from his face, shoulders, and the base of his spine. His face steadily pushed out as if being pulled on by an unseen hand, reshaping to fit the muzzle of the costume which starts to fuse with his forming muzzle. New bones formed and new sensations flooded Dav's mind as he suddenly felt a new pair of limbs upon his back. This feeling was followed by another as another appendage of the suit fused with his rear, giving him a working tail. His arms and legs grew shorter and his balance shifted, causing him to fall onto all fours, his bone structure changing to better suit his new posture. His hands swelled inside the gloves of the suit, feet stretching inside the boots, reforming into paws. The transformation was slowly coming to a close as his body then began to shrink a little, making Dav feel like he was being compressed, shrinking down to the size of a dog. The skin of the suit, now his own skin, became less rubbery and more tougher, forming into scales while his claws and horns became hard and boney. Finally his maw unsealed, causing Dav to gasp is he took in a deep breath, showing off sharp teeth and a slender tongue within his gator snout, his now yellow draconic eyes opening wide.

Dav panted a little and looked around, wondering what just happened. His body felt strange and everything around him seemed bigger. He tried calling out for Emien but only a “murrp” sound came out from his snout, prompting him to bring his paw up to his face in surprise. Upon seeing the paw that used to be a human hand things started to click in his mind as he examined his body further, seeing how much he had changed and finding that he could move the wings on his back and his new tail at will. The suit he put on did more then make him look like his dragon self but completely transformed him into the little, red, murrping dragon he viewed himself as on the inside. It was then he heard his bedroom door open, turning around expecting to see his friend. What he saw standing there instead was a familiar anthro gold dragoness wearing with a red gem on her forehead altered versions of his friend's clothes, a dragoness he knew all to well as it was Emien's own inner dragon self, Mehlahphuse.

“I see you are finished changing. I'm hoping you are enjoying your gift. I worked very hard on it and made sure not to miss a detail.” Mehl said, smiling brightly as she reached down to pet Dav softly on the head couldn't help but rumble softly as it felt nice to be petted like that. “You're probably wondering how I was able to pull this off in the first place and how I'm my golden self too.” She giggled as he murrped and nodded at her. “Well, lets just say I was giving a gift myself, though I don't know who it was from. But said gift did help unlock a certain “potential” within me.” She winked and tapped the gem on her forehead, the gem itself glowing softly.

Dav tilted his head a little, not sure what to think about that. But then again it didn't really matter much how Mehl was able to pull off the things she had. He actually did love the gift, barring the initial shock of it, and was happy to experience being the dragon he felt he was on the inside. He smiled and leaped up to lick Mehl on the nose affectionately, happily murrping at her in thanks for his gift. She giggled again and gave Dav loving scritches just behind his horns which made him purr, tail wagging happily.

“I'll take that as a thank you.” She said after wiping the slobber off her cheek. “Now don't worry about taking care of things for a while as me and Rav will be taking care of you till your Christmas break is over. You can change back by either having the zipper placed on your back again or even on your belly. And to become your cute lil' draggy self you'd just have to put the suit on again. But for now think of yourself as Rav and I's pet. And just to secure your pet status for the next little while...” Mehl pulled out something from behind her back which Dav didn't have to chance to see before he felt her slide it around his neck and clamp it on. She then pulled out a mirror so he could better see that she had slipped his costume collar on, the metal tag labelled “Dav” shining in the light.

“Perfect! Now you really do look like a pet dragon. Hopefully Rav is back soon with the pet supplies I told him to fetch. And before you ask, yes he's his own fluffy tailed self too.” Mehl giggled again, her green eyes beaming brightly. “Gonna make sure our little dwaggy is taken good care of while he just gets to sit back and enjoy being a pet for a while. Merry Christmas, Dav!”

With that Mehl picked up Dav gently and carried him into the living room, snuggling him to herself. Dav merely murrped contently and snuggled happily against his “owner” for the week, happy to be a cared for pet for the time being. This was the best Christmas present he could have ever asked for and was glad to be spending the holidays with his friends.

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Writer's Guild / Pastries of Change

« on: October 13, 2012, 10:48:27 PM »

Just a little short story I came up with during a art furmeet recently. To sum things up, the host of the meet randomly went at one point "Ok, everyone has to make one piece of art that involves a cookie in some way." So, since I was writing while there (well typing :P) I said screw it and wrote this TFTG story with a cookie as the trigger. Not a whole lot of thought went into this, just rolled with the theme and typed up the first thing that came to my head. Anyways, enjoy.

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Pastries of Change

“Man, those cookies smell good,” Emien said, sniffing the air as the smell of freshly baked cookies filled his nostrils. Emien was walking through the mall, not looking for anything in particular, when the smell of fresh baked goods filled the air. The smell came from a small pastry shop that appeared to be new in the mall peculiarly named “Pastries of Change”. Out of curiosity, and maybe a bit out of hunger, he decided to walk in and check it out. The selection of pastries was immense, ranging from cakes to pies, strudels, donuts, breads, and cookies. Oddly enough all the bake goods seem to have some sort of animal or mythical creature design, whether baked in an animal design or baked with one on it. There even some cartoon creatures like pokemon and digimon among the various designs. While looking around, he noticed a table with a few plates of cookies and a sign that read “Free samples! One per customer”. Behind the counter stood a young woman who was wearing what appeared to be a very realistic lynx costume. In fact, looking around Emien saw that all the workers were wearing realistic animal costumes as well of different creatures. “Guess it is all part of the theme they have going here,” he quietly said to himself as he walked over to the free sample counter. The lynx woman smiled as Emien walked up to the table. “Wanna try our free samples?” she asked, looking at Emien with a cheery smile. “Sure, I'll have one,” he said, looking over the samples. There was a small selection of animal types to choose from, but the ones that caught his eye were the dragon cookies. There were two types, curiously enough. One was labeled “Dragon M” and the other was labeled “Dragon F”. He shrugged, not really understanding the labels, and decided the grab one from the “F” pile. He was about to take a bite when the lynx asked, “Are you sure you want to eat that one”? Emien pulled the cookie away from his mouth slightly, “Why? Do these ones taste bad or something?” “No, they all taste great according all that tried them. Just obligated to ask as it may not be to your taste,” she said, still smiling. “Well, won't know till I try, right?” said Emien as he brought the cookie to his mouth again. “Ok then. Just remember you only get one whether you like it or not,” The Lynx said, giggling as if to a joke he wasn't in on.

Emien took a large bite of the cookie and instantly his tastebuds were overwhelmed with how good the cookie tasted. To him it tasted like lemon meringue pie baked to perfection. His mouth watered as he devoured the entire cookie greedily. Once finished he licked his lips with satisfaction, but felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't have another. “Well, that tasted great,” He said, turning to the Lynx girl who had a big grin on her face. “Wait till the cookie actually kicks in, hun,” She said, giggling again. “Kicks in? What do..oooh!” Emien leaned against the table as an odd wave of pleasure flowed through him, his legs trembling a little almost causing him to lose balance. His body felt warm and tingly all over, and he could swear he was glowing. ~I feel so strange. Are those cookies drugged or something?~ Emien thought to himself as the warmth increased, though remained pleasurable. He raised his hand to his face and gasped when he saw what he could only describe as gold scales covering his hand, his fingers having lengthened dramatically and looking a lot like claws. He could should have been scared, but the feeling of scales spreading down his thinning arms felt so good. Emien felt the scales spreading across his chest, down his legs, and up across his face. His face started to lengthen into a snout and horns began to sprout on the back of his head as his hair shrivelled up into his skull, a finned crest taking its place. As Emien touched his new snout he realized he was changing into a dragon like the cookie he ate, though anthropomorphic. His guess was confirmed further when a pair of wings tore through the back of his shirt and a long golden tail exploded out of his pants, the same frill on his head travelling down to the tip of the new limb. For a sec he thought the changes were finished, but then another wave of pleasure shot through his body causing a moan to escape his lips. He covered his muzzle with his hand in surprise, the moan sounding distinctly feminine. Twas then he learned the meaning behind the “F” in the label as his chest soon ballooned out into two round mounds and felt a tugging sensation between his legs as well as an odd feeling in his lower belly of organs shifting around and a new one growing. Lastly, his... well, “her” torn clothes began to shift, her shirt changing into a silky blue armless dress shirt which showed off a bit of her altered chest, her pants shifting into a flowing matching skirt, and her underwear changing into something more appropriate to her new gender. Even a bra began to appear and wrap around her blossomed chest and her shoes changed from sneakers into a lovely pair of red high heels.

The transformed dragoness could only stare at her changed body and blush as the warmth and glow faded away, wondering if this was real or a drugged induced hallucination. She gingerly touched one of her new breasts only to pull her hand back quickly from the pleasurable sensation, confirming they were real. “So, do you like the cookie you just tried?” The lynx girl grinned, the look on her face giving away that she knew this would happen all along. Emien turned to the woman and was about to protest, but...looking over her new body again, flexing her wings a little, giving her tail a little swish, and lifting her chest a little with cupped hands...she couldn't help but start smiling herself. She was male before the change but something about this felt satisfying and filled her with a sense of joy she couldn't describe. She looked back at the lynx behind the table and smiled wider. “I love it,” she said with a girly giggle, “How long does this last and where can I buy more?” “The change lasts only a few hours in which you'll change back to your normal male self, clothes and all. And I can give you a bag right here if you want,” the lady said and pulled out a bag from behind the counter, placing it on the table. The lynx then pondered for a bit. “Hey, you wouldn't be interested in a job, would you? We only opened recently so we're still looking for more help with both baking and managing the cash register. We're willing to train and, if you are hired, you'd get a discount on all our products and..” She leaned in a bit closer, a wide grin on her muzzle, “we can even give you something to make that change more permanent. So, will you apply for a job that will literally change your life?” She smiled happily and pulled out an application form and a pen. Emien gave the offer some thought, scratching under her chin. She then smiled again and filled out the form. Emien passed the form back to the Lynx and they shook hands. She then took the bag of cookies and payed for them at the counter, walking out of the store with a sway in her hips, giggling at all the stares she got from onlookers and peering back to see some heading inside the bakery she had just left.

A few weeks later news spread across the city about this fantastic bakery that gave all who bought their products a literal transformative experience. Hundreds of people flocked to “Pastries of Change” to buy their baked goods, bringing in enough money for the bakery to branch out and start a chain of stores across the country. And at the location where it started, one could expect to be greeted by a gorgeous golden dragoness who's name was Mehl according to her name tag. And when asked for her story she'd only giggle and say that she was a completely different person before she came across this place, and that she'd always remember the day they changed her life for the better.

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Writer's Guild / Story: Pool Crasher

« on: September 21, 2012, 11:15:26 PM »

Tis a story I wrote up as a gift for a good friend of mine, Gcdm. Wanted to do something nice for him as he's left for the US Navy. Managed to give it to him before it was too late to get a hold of him. If it seems sloppy it is cause I am still in need of practice and also I rushed it a fair bit to make sure he got the story in time.

Anyways, hope those who read enjoy.

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   “Man, is it hot out today,” said Gcdm, wiping the moisture condensing off his forehead. As the young, red, feral dragon flew over the city he observed his surroundings. It was a boiling hot summer day. The sun was beating down over the city. Most people remained inside with their AC’s turned all the way to max. Some were out either in pools or just having general watery fun too cool off. Others took to the beach off the lake not too far from town. Overall, people were finding their own ways to deal with this sudden heat wave. It wasn't the worst heatwave experienced, but it was bad enough to even make a dragon uncomfortable. Gc needed a way to beat the heat, and fast. He would head to the lake, but with so many humans crowding it to keep cool it would be hard for him to avoid attracting unwanted attention. The humans of this city may be tolerant of him and his mother, a gold dragoness named Mehlahphuse, living in the area, but that doesn't mean some weren't afraid of them even though both of them have proven they meant no harm to anyone.

   Gc sighed and continued flying around, searching for a means to cool down without having to fly a great distance from his home. As he was flying, he looked down and noticed one home had a rather large pool. He knew he shouldn't trespass on someone's property but the water looked so inviting. Without a thought more Gc gliding down from the sky and landed softly and in the backyard with the pool, pulling close to the walls of the house and taking a quick peek through a couple windows to see if anyone was home. Sure enough, it seemed whoever lived here was gone out for now. He couldn't be sure for how long but at least he had a chance to at least have a quick dip before resuming his search and finding someplace else that didn't involve intruding in someone else's property. Gc smiled to himself and soon dived into the pool, splashing merrily, enjoying the coolness of the water against his scales.

   “Ahhhh, this feels nice. Time to sit back and relax,” said Gc as he floated along the water's surface on his back. He relaxed in the pool and closed his eyes, not really noticing a tingling sensation the water was giving him, nor the fact that something akin to a rubber valve has appeared on his chest. It wasn't until he heard a weird hissing sound that he opened his eyes again and looked around for the source of the sound. He then started feeling a little bloated and looked down, going wide eyed when he saw the valve on his chest and his belly was slowly taking on a vinyl sheen, scales looking more painted on as the vinyl start spreading around his body. “What the heck?1?” He gasped, flailing about in the water, starting to paddle towards the closest edge of the pool to get out of it. However, as he paddled he started finding it harder and harder to move his limbs, till eventually he couldn't paddle at all. He looked around himself to find that the vinyl coating had almost completely covered his legs. His legs were then forced out, sticking up on the sides of his body, becoming all puffy and thick, and his clawed toes fusing together into a cone shape, looking painted on like his scales.

   Gc watched in amazement as his wings shrank in size and were becoming all rubbery and squeaky. It was then he noticed handles appearing on his back and fully realized what was happening to him. “I can't believe it. I'm becoming a pool toy!” Gc cried out, squirming but barely able to move. Soon he felt the weird sensation of air being pumped into his tail, making it puffy and forcing it out straight, scales turning into vinyl. It was at this point Gc noticed how the water felt against his changing body. It actually felt oddly pleasant, the water lapping at his squeakifying body. He started to feel a little relaxed as the transformation started crawling up his neck, forcing his head forward. He didn't even have a chance to react before his mouth sealed up, a smile painting itself on his muzzle, and his eyes becoming forced forward as  they too became painted on, sealing Gc in his now pool toy form. Even though his eyes have become merely painted on he could still see. But, more importantly, he could still feel. Gc felt he should be panicking, but the water felt so calming and soothing against his pool toy form. <Maybe this isn't so bad. I could just float about and not have a care in the world. God, I do hope someone gets home soon though. I want someone to play with me.> Gc thought, the idea of being played with made him want to giggle happily.

   Eventually, a car drives up in the driveway and a relatively middle aged man hops out of the car, dressed up in a t-shirt and shorts, just having come back from the beach with his son who jumps out of the vehicle and runs towards the house. The man smiled, locking up the car and then casts a spell on it to deter any thieves brave enough to try and steal something from a wizard. He was about to walk inside when his son started shouting. “Dad! There is a new pool toy in the pool!” the little boy shouted, hopping up and down by the gate to the backyard. The wizard walk over and took a peek to find there was a dragon pool toy floating in the pool. “Can we keep this one, daddy?” The kid asked, smiling and going all wide eyed. “I'll think about it. Go inside son. I'll be with you in a minute”. He patted his child on the head softly and the son nodded and heading inside. The wizard opened the gate and walked into the backyard, walking up to the edge of the pool. “I know you can hear me, so listen up. I am sick of you pool crashers trespassing on my property and leaving messes in my backyard. I would have thought that the tales of some of you disappearing for a while after having a dip in my enchanted pool would scare you all off. But I guess you kids don't learn do you?” The toy dragon merely squeaked in response He walked around the edge of the pool, inspecting the new toy. Something about it struck him as familiar but he couldn't quite place it.

   It wasn't until he brought the toy closer that he recognized the dragon toy before him. It was identical, albeit an inflatable one, to the youngest of the pair of dragons that flew over town from time to time. This started to worry the wizard. Normally he kept the trespassers as toys till the end of summer when the spell would wear off and he'd send them away, knowing no one would believe their story. It also helped that their forms changed into various animal forms to disguise their original identity. He'd also convinced his son that was actually a lost toy that belonged to someone else and could only play with them till the owner was found. A lie, but he didn't want his son to get into his head he could go around turning people into toys on a whim. But this was a different matter. Not only did the young dragon's form remain the same in shape and colouration, but his mother would likely track him down and sense him out due to her magical nature. He frowned and sighed. “Tell you what, dragon. Seeing as this is your first offence I'll let you go with a warning. Do it again and I'll tell your mother as well as leave you this way for the rest of the summer. Deal?” Gc squeaked again, the wizard assuming that meant yes. After bringing the Gcdm toy out of the pool the wizard cast his spell and , with a flash, Gc was back to normal again.

   Gc padded himself, checking to make sure he was back to normal again. “Thank you, Mister. I'm sorry for trespassing. I was just so hot and your pool looked inviting.” Gc looked down, ashamed. He then looked back at the pool, remembering how good it felt to be a pool toy. Even remembering the happiness he felt when he saw the boy, eager to play with him as eager as he felt to be played with. He then turned back to the wizard. “Ummm... sir? Would it be possible for me to... ummm... come back every so often and become a pool toy again? I wouldn't mind if your son played with me too.” Gc blushed as he asked this. The wizard rubbed his chin. This was the first time he's ever been asked such a question. Normally no one has ever even wanted to return after being changed back. He then thought of his son, who would probably be disappointed if he didn't get a chance to play with the dragon pool toy he saw. He would have to come up with a new lie or something, but this did seem like a interesting opportunity to see this spell work on a willing subject. He smiled and nodded in agreement. “Very well, you may return when you wish and become a pool toy again, provided I'm around and you ask first. I'm sure my son would be very glad to play with you once in a while.” Gc smiled happily and they shook in agreement.

   Every so often each year Gc would return to the wizards home in the summer and he'd play with the kind man's son, thoroughly enjoying being played with as a pool toy and being splashed about in the soothing water. Even his mom visited after a while and got to know the wizard, who goes by the name Jego. They would have tea and share spells while their sons played in the pool. It was the beginning of a great friendship between their two families and Gc couldn't be happier... or squeakier.

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Writer's Guild / A Soft and Cuddly Night

« on: August 10, 2012, 02:06:34 PM »

Toast suggested I posted this. Tis my first TF story and was inspired by an RP between me and another friend. I'm no great writer so expect amatuer mistakes. But I do hope you enjoy it anyways.
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   'Twas a perfect night for a walk. The breeze was nice, the temperature was mild, and not a cloud in the sky. This is why Emien came out for a walk through the park in the first place, to enjoy the night and gather his thoughts. He enjoyed nights like this as it helped him gather his thoughts. Lately he was thinking about his future, if he chose the right career path for himself, and whether or not he was truly prepared. Such thoughts that have been stressing himself a lot lately.

   Emien sighed to himself, “I'm glad I did finally decide to come out tonight. The nice weather makes it easier for me to relax, collect my thoughts,” Emien said to himself as he walked by a lamp post, “Of course it doesn't keep me from talking to myself like this. Bah! I need to focus.” He shook his head and sighed, “I wish I didn't have to deal with all this stuff about jobs and careers.”

   Suddenly he felt his foot bump into something soft. “hmmm?” Emien looked down and saw a quadrupedal, gold dragon plush, just sitting there in the middle of the sidewalk. Curious, he picked it up. It felt nice and soft to the touch. The underbelly had a well done plate scale pattern that felt velvety to the touch. He also thought the cartoonish face looked cute with its green glassy eyes and its adorable open maw smile, a few triangular plushy teeth sticking out.

   “I wonder how you got left here, goldy one,” he giggled to himself as he talked to the plush. He liked plushies, even had a dragon plush himself back home. “I'm betting there is a child out there who is missing you. I should take you home with me, get you cleaned up, and then help find your owner.”

   He ran his hands over the plush some more, bringing a hand up to its maw to feel out its plushy teeth and velvet maw. While running his index finger over its teeth he felt a sharp, stabbing pain. He drops the plush toy and cradles his finger. “Damn it. Must have been something sharp stuck to it or something,” He moves his hand closer to his face and takes a closer look. Surprisingly, there isn't a wound to be found considering the pain he just felt, or at least there doesn't appear to be one. Shrugging, he lowers his hand and goes to bend down to pick up the plushy, only to find it to be no where in sight.

   “Where is that plush? I could have sworn I dropped it by my feet. It couldn't have fallen far,” Emien begins looking around the spot for the toy, even checking the bushes in case he tossed it by accident and it landed there. After a few seconds of searching, his hand starts to feel tingle. At first he ignored it, but after a while it started to bother him so he went to scratch it. As soon as he touched his hand, though, he stopped. Something felt weird about it, something off. It felt... fuzzy?

   Curiously, he brought his hand to the light and cried out “What the..?!?” Covering his hand was what he thought was short gold fur. What also worried him was that three of his fingers had turned white, while his thumb and pinky looked like they have shrivelled up a bit. “What's going on? What's wrong with my hand?” He thought to himself as his hand seemed to change more. He watched bewildered as his hand became consumed by the gold fur and began to puff out. His fingernails softened and fused with his three white fingers as they puffed out as well, becoming more cone shaped as his pinky and thumb shrivelled away into his malformed hand. What was freaking Emien out the most was that he barely felt any of this, only tingling and a strange swelling sensation. About thirty seconds pass and his hand has completely changed into what Emien can only think of as a paw with fuzzy, white claws. He stares blankly at it, trying to move what used to be his fingers only to find them completely unresponsive. His entire hand was completely numb on top of that. He brought his other hand to it and was surprised at how soft his “paw” felt. The fur felt like that of the...plushy. He gave his paw a squeeze, and not only did he not feel anything cept for maybe an odd tingle but it squished like there wasn't any bone at all, like there was only cotton stuffing inside.

   Emien felt like he was losing his mind. His hand was now a stuffed paw identical to the plush toy that had vanished on him, and the transformation wasn't stopping there as he started losing feeling past his wrists, the carpet of plush fur starting to travel up his arm. His other hand was now following suit with the other as well.. He wasn't sure what to do or even know if this was real. Soon enough he wasn't able to bend his one arm due to not having an elbow there anymore, his whole arm almost consumed and the other arm not too far behind. Emien was mentally freaking out, not even moving from the spot he was standing in as he just stared at his transforming arms.

   “I'm becoming a plushy” He thought “This can't be real. Maybe if I concentrate this will all go away and turn out nothing but a hallucination.” He closed his eyes and tried to focus, visualizing his arms as they once were. However, he found it hard to focus as his feet started tingling and finding it hard to balance on them as they felt like they were collapsing under his own weight. Eventually, he lost balance and fell backward, landing on his butt. “Oof!” He cried out as he hit the ground and started trying to kick off his shoes to see what happened, his arms and hands having transformed fully and have become totally immobile. Once his shoes were off he saw his feet had changed too, having shrunk down and shaped like the hind paws of the dragon plush. His toes were gone, replaced by three soft claws on each foot.

   The changes were progressing faster now. The fur was quickly travelling up his legs as the took on a my cylindrical shape, all the bones and tissue turning into cotton and forcing his legs to point straight. His arms started lifting on their own and forced straight in front of him. On top of all that, his arms and legs started to shrink into his body, becoming stubbier. He tried moving them but they wouldn't even wiggle in the slightest. The changed reached his pelvic region and he felt an extremely strange sensation before numbness took over, followed by a tugging at his rear. Emien looked back to see a tail forming, pushing its way out of his pants, a tag popping out near the tip.

   Emien's belly and lower chest were next, the front of his belly becoming a smooth gold material with horizontal stitching popping up in sections, making it look like scutes of a reptile. He tried to call out for help but found no sound came out. He wasn't even breathing anymore, his lunges and heart now nothing more then cotton stuffing. There was another tugging sensation, this time on his back. He was able to look back to see small, golden wings begin to form on his back before the change reached his neck, forcing his head to face forward and upward.

   “What will happen to me?” He thought as he felt the transformation creep up to his head, “Will I be aware when this is over? Will I simply drift into darkness? Will I dream?” His thoughts were interrupted when he noticed he couldn't hear anything anymore. His ears had started to change, becoming fabric ear fins. His hair receded, changing into the same colour as the plushy fur covering his body and soft white horns grew from his changing head. His nose and face started pushing out. Emien could only watch as his plushy muzzle formed, the inside of the maw becoming fabric, his throat closing off, tongue vanishing, and teeth either merging together to form fabric fangs or vanishing all together. Some sticking appeared on the corners of his maw, giving him a goofy open mouthed smile. His lost the ability to blink and his eyes begin to change, his vision becoming distorted as if he was looking through a fishbowl as his eyes became green glass dragon eyes.

   “Is it over?” was his last human thought before his brain started to become cotton, thoughts and memories vanishing. But a feeling started welling up within him, the need to be cuddled and hugged. The desire to be played with filled his now cottony mind as the transformation completed itself by shrinking his body down to the size of the plush that had caused the change, his clothes vanishing without a trace. It was over. Where there once was a young man, a cute plush dragon now lay in his place.

Epilogue

   A mother and her child were walking through the park. It was a nice day and her son needed some time outdoors. She smiled as he ran about, burning off the sugar from that candy she gave him earlier, but made sure he didn't go to far. She then noticed he stopped up ahead and bent down, seemed to have picked up something. He then ran back to her, carrying what looked like a dragon plush.

   “Mommy, look what I found! Can I keep it, pllleeeeaaaase?” He looked up at his mom with cute, begging eyes.

   The mother took the dragon toy and inspected it, seeing if it had a tag or something identifying a previous owner if it had one. Finding nothing, she gave it back to her son. “I guess there is no harm letting you keep it. But it has to be washed as soon as we get home.”

   “YAY!” The child cried out happily and snugged the dragon tightly and walked with his mother out of the part. The plush smiled on the inside, happy to finally have someone to snuggle him.