Textbook TransformationHeather smiled as she looked at the small glowing orb between her hands. It was her latest work, a testament to her progress with her new master. She was a witch, and this was a magical lodestone she’d created for today’s practice.Textbook Transformation2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
The textbook her mentor had given her was quite explicit that she needed this. It was supposed to be an anchor of sorts, allowing her to return to her original form at any time. It was good advice, but that’s what she had come to expect from the textbooks on transformation.
Today, she was finally going to put this knowledge to use; going to change herself for the first time. With her lodestone prepared, there was almost nothing that could keep her from perfectly changing her form.
“Hey, Heather! Heather! Are you ready yet?”
Heather winced, turning her head to look at the familiar brown-furred ferret bouncing into her room. She still wasn’t quite used to have a companion yet, but the bonding process had ensured they’d
Trust Machines - VappVappTrust Machines - Vapp1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Trust Machines story
"So what makes you think that you're the right woman for the job?" With a mildly interested look on his face, the personnel manager leaned back into his comfortable chair. The youthful aide to his left and the seasoned department head on his right focused their gaze on Yvonne, the woman in question, as well.
If the young woman sitting opposed to them felt any apprehension, she didn't show it. Yvonne used a perfectly steady hand to flick a strain of blonde hair out of her face, contemplated her answer for about two seconds and then opened her mouth to respond. So far the job interview had went extraordinarily well, and she was determined to answer this question just as well as the previous ones. "Thank you for this question, in fact-"
This was the point where everything went to hell.
The Dream of Returning HomeClay carefully tucked the silver necklace and St Jude medal under his shirt. It'd fallen out when Luke landed a nice right cross and nearly put Clay on the ground. But he'd recovered quicker than Luke ever thought he would and capitalized on the surprise with an upper cut that left Luke laid out. It took three of their crew to carry him to the medical bay. Clay had walked and patiently waited to be attended to for his injuries.The Dream of Returning Home1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He'd only had a moment to glance out the window and see the small dot of light that was his home before Crash was sitting down in front of him and asking why he'd picked another fight. “I was bored.”
“Most people have hobbies for when they're bored.” Crash pulled a fresh kit out and opened the package so he could clean the open wounds on Clay's face.
“Fighting is my hobby.” Clay smirked at the look Crash gave him. “What?”
“Sometimes, I don't think you'll ever learn.” He squinted at the cut just above Cl
BittersweetBittersweet1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
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The nightmares wouldn't stop.
There was no escaping it. The nightmares— so influenced she was by the emotional ordeal she had been distributed— were vile, and tortuous with fear, drowning, and then... then pitch blackness. She was fighting, struggling against the darkness of it all, darkness that sought to drown her in its sickly depths, its teeth dripping with malice. For a moment, there was a hapless air. Silence. All was quiet except for the numb beating of her heart, and then her shallow breathing. Breathe in. Breath out. Inhale. Exhale...
Then ice cold terror would rush through her veins when she realized that the ground— this dark, indiscernible surface— was slipping away from her, giving way to a expense of blackness that would pinc
SW: Silvery MoonNie sat cross legged in the midst of the shattered church as the moonlight filtered in through the shattered roof, casting ghostly shadows that drifted amongst the stone carved stone columns. She sought inner peace amidst the turmoil of the galaxy. So much had been lost and all in the blink of an eye. One moment she had been at the vanguard of one of the mightiest armies the galaxy had ever seen, fighting against the darkness that threatened to destroy everything that the Jedi stood for and the next she found herself hunted by the very warmachine she'd led into combat. Now she was a wanted fugitive and of a dying creed as more and more Jedi were hunted down and killed...or worse turned to darkness themselves so that they too could join in the hunt for their former comrades. What she was meant to do in this new galaxy she was unsure, and so she sought refuge and solace in the embrace of the Force in the hopes that answers might present themselves.SW: Silvery Moon3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Her contemplations however were proving
Amalgamation - Chapter 30, The DanceAmalgamation - Chapter 30, The Dance1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect, Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Duncan, Wynne, Kaidan Alenko, James Vega, Morrigan, Flemeth, Samantha Treynor, EDI, Anderson
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Bioware.
The song that inspired a large part of this chapter is “The Blood of Chuchulainn”, which is the song of the Ferelden jig in my head. I highly recommend you listen to it to set the mood.
Chapter Thirty - The Dance
I was slowly dragged from the depths of sleep by the sound of splashing water nearby. Lying prostrate on top of the coarse blankets of a straw-filled mattress, I hadn’t moved an inch from where I had originally landed. With a groan, I turned away from the noise and buried my face in the crook of my elbow.
“You’ve been sleeping all day,” I heard Leliana exclaim
CotA RP: No ExcusesCotA RP: No Excuses1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
RP Session between Silaluk and Suka.
The journey had been long, but the dogs remained steadfast in their goal to return home before nightfall. Snow remained upon the ground despite the dawning of spring, and the nights remained bitterly cold. Getting caught out here after the sun set was the last thing Sila wanted to endure. Opa, his burly human and weapons crafter for the tribe, was waiting with a hot fire and dinner just a few miles away. Sila's stomach churned with hunger while his muscles burned with exhaustion.
This trip was taking far too long.
He looked upon the faces of his fellow sled dogs beside him. They panted heavily with their ears pinned back and chests heaving. Sila's critical, calculating eyes flowed over them all, until of course they fell upon a female near the back. Suka, he thought her name was. His lips twitched and brows knit as he quietly blamed her for their delay. Most of his irritation stemmed from his growling stomach and aching muscles.
Lisa's photo shootLisa walked to the park in a set of loosely fitting sweat clothes. She was on another photo shoot. They weren't really her favorite things in the world, often leaving her even more bored than she usually was, but they were an important part of her income. Her ears picked up the usual things, bird song and dogs barking, but also the sound of a squirrel rummaging around that tree, a gopher digging under her feet, and five different conversations that would have been little more than background noise to most people. She let herself briefly wonder what it was that made her so different for about the 540,000th time in her life. She considered making an exact count but it seemed like a waste of time to file through her memories for an exact number on such a sentiment.Lisa's photo shoot2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
She saw the photographer, one Richard Lee Edwards - age 29 years and 64 days, height 5 foot 8 and a quarter inches though his drivers license said 5 foot 9... a host of other information flashed through her mind, job history, m
Mishap with chemicalsMishap with chemicalsMishap with chemicals1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
By The Shadow Demon
(Woman into centaur)
“Oop sorry,” Kellie apologises bumping into on of her co-works as she makes her way through the corridor with way too many folders in her hands as she constantly adjusts herself to make sure she doesn’t drop one while fighting a loosing battle with her glasses which keeping slipping down her face. Finally making it to the lab where she was working she places the folders on the nearest table before letting a sigh of relief as she finally adjusted her glasses on her face.
“Miss Hamilton, can you come here for a second!” Professor Jack Lawless said looking into a microscope.
“Coming!” Kellie said adjust her lab coat, having been Lawless’ intern for the last three years, Kellie had learn so much underneath him, wanting to get into genetics and needing to get some extra credit and getting to intern for Lawless was incredible, he was the leading expert in genetics and have been work
The Grass is always greener...My wonderful lawn – a pristine, close-cropped emerald expanse only a few months ago – now accommodated wayward daisies and dandelions that congregated in the middle, with other rogue weeds tangling at the edges. I watched this motley assortment of invading greenery with discontent from my front window and saw the little heads of flowers either bobbing or disassembling into a fresh spring breeze with a sense of abandonment, as if saddened by an inner knowledge that their days were numbered. It was just one last fling, where sepals, petals, pistols and stamens threw caution – literally to the wind – and flailed frantically in some form of wild protest. They could have had placards with ‘We shall not be moved’ for all I cared, or chained themselves to the sturdy, well established grass next to them and it would have made no difference. They had to go.The Grass is always greener...2 weeks ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roger Pimm’s grass, by comparison was perfect. It was the Stepford Housewives’ version of g
Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 1Radioactive FemininityRadioactive Femininity TG - Part 12 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 1 - "Wheat For It..."
Sometimes I hate being alone so much I just want to run screaming into the nearest crowd of people and grab hold of everyone till they all have long hair and large breasts. For anyone but me, that would be very strange.
I have what a few people call a superpower, many call a curse, and most prefer not to talk about at all. If I’m near another person for a certain period of time, something about me starts to feminize them.
I have no idea why, nor do a multitude of scientists, doctors, and religious leaders who have poked, prodded, and thrown things at me. It started the same day I ate wheat pasta for the first time in over a decade. This fact has been scrutinized and experimented with every time I bring it up to those looking for explanations but it seems to be entirely unrelated to what happened.
When I was very young, I would get flu-like symptoms whenever I ate anything with wheat in it. This meant my mom needed to
The BeatDownThe BeatDown1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was it.
He'd tracked them for this long.
He followed them across the US.
He had followed them across the Atlantic.
Now he'd finally caught up with them.
How could he not of?
It's not like they even try to cover their tracks.
If you needed to find them, all you needed to do is follow the flashing lights, and deafening sound, and the devastation they left in their
He had done just that, and it had led him here, to Rio.
Rio De Janeiro.
He could still see Christ The Redeemer up on the rocks, or least what was left of it.
Those demons made sure to bring that monument crumbling to the ground, effectively raising hell in the most literal of senses.
From there, the razed Rio, bringing a once great city to ruin.
The city was now just a wasteland of demolished buildings and annihilated corpses.
And that is where he stood, in that graveyard of a city, looking for the monsters responsible for the horror.
A severe contrast to the ruin around him, like a beacon cutting th
First EncounterI didn't have a very busy life. I used to be like everyone else. I'd go to work, come home and do my own thing, then head off to work again. I lived in a small, two bedroom double-wide trailer with my friend, Topsy. We had been housemates for about a year now, and best friends for even longer. Our home settled on a hill at the end of a dead-end, isolated road in the sleepy town of Snakehole. Topsy and I paid off the home and our bills thanks to his job as grocery store clerk, and mine as a phone operator for a local insurance company.First Encounter1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
However, I do have to admit that our lives weren't completely normal... After all, we did have a few friends staying with us, that just so happened to be anthropomorphic animals. There were two of them; an anthropomorphic wolf named Alina who looked after Topsy, and my lovable, caring, anthropomorphic cheetah, Chinasa. We had others, but the two were the only ones who actually stayed with us. Chinasa is a rambunctious girl; it seems she's always looking f
Starcrossed || Twenty-Nine"No." Jared breathed. "No, no, no!"Starcrossed || Twenty-Nine3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sensing detonation was seconds away, Jared snatched Elise out of the blow zone and clutched her hard to his chest, angling away to shield her.
BEEP, BEEP, sssssss....
The bulb on the side of Sean's collar flashed blue, and the beeping ceased. With a faint hiss, the collar uncoiled its clamp around Sean's neck. Defused, it hit the stone floor with an innocent clink.
The silence was deafening, ringing in the tense air. Jared cautiously loosened his grip on Elise, leaning over next to Kaye to see for himself.
"You did it," Kaye whispered. "You actually did it." She shot out her hands for Sean to take, helping him to his feet and away from the blasted device.
The beeping echoed in Sean's ears long after it petered out. He felt like he might never stop shaking. Even when Kaye hoisted him to his feet to drag him away from the now-defunctional collar, he could barely keep his balance. He stumbled back, sinking down in Kaye's shadow. "H
Driving Lesson "Alright, we're gonna start slow. We're just gonna get up to fifteen miles per hour today, okay?" Void said calmly.Driving Lesson3 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sky stared straight out the windshield. "We're going to die."
"Sky, it's pretty much impossible to die going fifteen miles per hour. We'll be fine, if something goes really wrong, I'll just take the wheel."
Sky looked at him. "You don't know how to drive a car either!"
"I know better than you do, look, it'll be fine. Let's get going, yeah? It's just a normal track, nobody around, we'll be just fine."
Sky sighed. "Okay... Fine..."
He looked ahead again.
Void crossed his arms calmly and waited to start moving, but almost a minute passed, and nothing happened. Void clears his throat. "Uh... You gonna go?"
"I am going."
Void's eyes narrowed in confusion and he looked at Sky. "We're not moving."
"Yes we are, look." Sky pointe
STC: Have Starship, Will Travel: PrologueSTC: Have Starship, Will Travel: Prologue2 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Open Space, S.S. Calypso
February 22, 2270
The smell of cooking food woke Magik from her nap; she sat up from where she was stretched out on the sofa and looked around. Garadun was in the living room’s little kitchen nook and tending to something in a frying pan. He was clad in a loose fitting grey t-shirt with the Starfleet Academy logo and NOT A GRADUATE OF STARFLEET ACADEMY on it in navy blue, and a pair of faded blue jeans.
Trilling in anticipation, she hopped off the sofa and trotted over, jumping up onto one of the kitchen’s tall-legged chairs at the dining counter.
“Hey there, sweetie,” he said, turning to give her a smile. “Want some lunch?”
She miaowed happily.
“Okay. It’ll just be a few more minutes.”
Magik licked her chops and waited as patiently as she could. Although the kitchen was equipped with its own food dispenser, just as
A Shaggy Night 2Chloe pounded on the door to Sally’s house, heart hammering in her chest. She couldn’t help but liken today to yesterday, only there was one difference: this time, she was the one asking for help.A Shaggy Night 22 days ago in Short Stories More Like This
To think that she’d laughed at Sally’s panicked statements that she was transforming into a dog at night. To be fair, it had all sounded entirely ridiculous—until Chloe herself had begun to transform. Even now, she was sure there were white hairs among her dark black locks.
The thought was enough to send shivers up and down her spine, and Chloe rapped at the door again. “Hello?” She called out, fingering the pink dog collar she kept around her neck. While she normally wore it as a fashion statement; today it was surprisingly appropriate.
“Come on, Sally…” Chloe tapped her foot idly before giving into her temptation; finally using her backup key to open the door. “Is anyone home? Sally?”
A large Old English sheepdog greete
Radioactive Femininity TG - Part 2Radioactive FemininityRadioactive Femininity TG - Part 22 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Part 2 – “Electric Boobs On You”
I turned to smile at my friend in the other group. In answer to my smile, he brushed aside a sleek, straight curtain of beach sand blond hair from his face and wiggled his eyebrows like twisting, dusty comets.
When I turned back, Ramirez had a different face. I jerked away and gave a sudden yelp as though an insect had just zoomed for my face. Sophia followed me with a little gasp and a pained clench of her too-white teeth.
“What that fuck, man?!” was Salvador’s squinting response. What he didn’t realize was the height he’d gained back at the nurse’s office was beginning to recede from him again. Also, his ponytail, which once ended in a crumpled lump on his neck, now stretched straight over his shoulder with a dark, silken shimmer.
As for Ramirez, what I saw just wasn’t his face anymore. If you squinted and tried hard you could kinda push features around in
A Daycare For Growing Babies 1HIRED!A Daycare For Growing Babies 12 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Under torrential rain, Apolly Tank entered his sister Mika’s apartment. The porcupine had moved in with her after graduating college, for he was in no financial shape to afford a home of his own. She was gracious enough to let him stay there.
Apolly had been with her for just over a year. He had absolutely no work in finding a job. No results from career fairs and the job boards were ultimately a waste of time.
While Mika and her friends expressed that he had all sorts of good qualities that made him eligible, but his ongoing quest bore very little fruit.
From the kitchen, Mika watched as Apolly walked into
Amalgamation - Chapter 33, Trojan HorseAmalgamation - Chapter 33, Trojan Horse1 week ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Mass Effect, Dragon Age
Characters: Alistair, Kaidan Alenko, James Vega, Morrigan, Flemeth, Samantha Treynor, EDI, Anderson, Solas, Garrus, Leliana
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Bioware.
WARNING: There are Dragon Age Inquisition spoilers therein! If you haven't beaten the game, turn back now.
Chapter Thirty Three - Trojan Horse
"Garrus, it's us, your friends." Kaidan tried to stay calm while he prepared to biotically lift the turian if need be. Garrus' response - chest heaving, clawed talons outstretched, and a heavy growl rumbling low through his flared nostrils - indicated he wasn't registering recognition. The harsh red lights gave the room a sinister glow, as though the walls were painted with blood yet to be spilled.
"I don't think we're his friends right now," Joker uttered an octave higher than normal.
"And he's between us and the exit," Vega added as he off
Misplaced: Chapter 2 Part 2UnrealMisplaced: Chapter 2 Part 22 weeks ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The giant that stood before them looked down on the two frightened people at his feet from on high, in the most literal sense. Towering over all the trees around, with gigantic wings similar to the other giant, he gave Jonah the impression of an avenging angel, except the size of the Statue of Liberty. He looked a bit older than Jonah, probably around his early to mid twenties, with cold, icy blue eyes; pupils also narrowed into vertical slits. He had short, dark brown hair, with a parted fringe that was tussled a bit from coming down from the sky. He wore a navy blue, military-esque overcoat with silver trimmings and coat tails that gentle flapped against the wind. He wore even darker blue gloves that seemed to have a buckle around the wrist. His pants went into his nearly knee high boots, which were higher than his own two-story home.
The giant regarded them briefly before turning completely around, walking towards where the blonde giant had fallen. Countle
War and Wings Chapter 23: Shell ShockWar and Wings Chapter 23: Shell Shock1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Back at the Iacon clinic, the atmosphere of the Bay had improved dramatically. The ‘Bots stranded in the Amertas Basin had been reinforced – albeit only by Ironhide and Prowl – and the evacuation was proceeding in a semi-orderly fashion. In fact, most of the second field team had returned and Iacon’s medical staff was functional enough to handle the influx of patients.
An end to what was now being called the “Orsis Incident” was finally in sight.
Even Ratchet’s mood had improved, which was saying a lot given that Io was among those still missing.
Consider: G3 was a mess, but it could function in short bursts, long enough to bridge back small groups of wounded soldiers and engineers. And even though he’d seen ‘Bots borne through the bridge with injuries more terrible than he had witnessed in some time, they had been tended by someone with considerable skill in battlefield triage. Add to that the fact he recog
SW: Better than a LollipopMishka ducked down the alleyway, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one in the passing throng was following her. She wasn't used to going to the nicer parts of the Vertical City, she was far too dirty and honestly never had the money for it...nor did she want to earn the ire of the inhabitants by stealing. However this time she had the money and had bought what she needed legitimately and that was what worried her. Given her ragged clothing and dirty appearance there was no way for anyone to mistake her for anything other than what she was: a gutter rat and street urchin. Granted she was a Zeltron, and that helped a little, everyone liked Zeltrons. She'd learned that at a young age and knew how to use it to her advantage.SW: Better than a Lollipop3 weeks ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Satisfied that no one had followed her to try and take her money or the package she had tucked under her arm she moved further down the alley until she came to a grate and knelt, lifting it despite the obvious weight of the metal and ducking down beneath the st
Star Catchers - Ch. 1 - Graminology Clancy muttered to himself as he walked through the woods, not really looking around as he stared down at his book. He couldn't sit down, he had too much energy. That's how he normally was, really, and he enjoyed it. He constantly had too much energy to focus on ordinary things. At least, when he was younger.Star Catchers - Ch. 1 - Graminology1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As he read out of the book, he stared down at it, murmuring the words under his breath. He found reading things aloud help him focus on it better.
Clancy kept this up for hours, like he ordinarily did. But this time, when he looked up at close to sunset, he realized he had no idea where he was.
His eyes widened as he made a full turn, but still nothing familiar.
"Er..." His voice was high as he was younger then. "Hello?"
There was no answer except from the birds in the trees. "Hellooo?" He called again. Still nothing. Clancy was completely alone.
Or really, he simply thought that.