Of Demons and Dragons II by timmichangas, literature
Literature
Of Demons and Dragons II
Part 2:
Short People
As much as Dean had hoped for everything to be a tormenting dream, the reality preferred to differ. When he was half awake and barely aware of his surroundings, his heartbeat went up, hoping that he had been dreaming. Only for a short moment he thought that he was in his bed at home. That was until he regained feeling into his sleepy limbs. All it took was a soft twitch from his wings and he was wide awake.
Dean jumped up, head over heels, still terrified and panicked by his new appearance. A screech rumbled through the cave and Dean was surprised, but also shocked that it was his own voice. He toppled over and fell ont
Part 1
Namesake
It often surprised Dean that some people could get so mad at him sometimes, especially if they got angry for no reason. This was mostly the case when Dean was playing online. Those people bothered him. It wasn’t his fault that they sucked at shooter games, so they could stop pestering him.
Dean shot someone in the face and a frustrated groan echoed through his headset.
“You little prick!” a high-pitched voice lamented, followed by a sigh,” are you invincible or something?” Dean shrugged, even if the 12-year old couldn’t see him.
“Not my fault that I’m better than you.” The
Hard Work (Donkey TF Story) by drekian, literature
Literature
Hard Work (Donkey TF Story)
Hard Work
A Short Story by: Drekian
Commissioned by: Kehei @ Furaffinity
I put down my laptop and sighed with frustration. Classes had ended for the semester and I still hadn't found a job. I had spent days staring at the classified ads, hoping something would come along with reasonable pay and no crazy requirements. But it seemed like the harder I looked the more scams I ran into: people wanting me to work for free, to do jobs that jeopardized my safety or do things that were just awful and humiliating. At this point I was ready to give up.
My instant messenger blinked for attention. A friend of mine who had the best intentions was also lo
The world was skewed badly. Posters hung on their sides, a wall of water stood in the glass, and the pile of capsules and books seemed glued to the table so as not to plummet to the wall far below.
Dan giggled and rolled over on the bed, watching the world revolve upside down and then back once more. Back to normal, boring ups and downs all subservient to gravity and mundanity. Except for the being a sphinx, that was pretty neat, she considered and sat up, looking herself over. Her body was leonine up to about her neck, covered in pale tawny fur and what felt like a much thinner layer over her skin though it was all comfortable- short and so
"You have three choices", it had said. When I gave my desperate plea for any form of hint, it only replied, "Each has its own path, battles, consequences and concept of rewards. Of the warring forces, one must win. I cannot tell you more. You write your future."
I stood there, my choices before me, three identical doors. The entrance through which I had entered the room, exploring the musty old house, now but a faint outline behind me. The right? I've always been right handed. The left? We're always told to stick to the left of the road. The center? That'd be the most obvious. But it'd expect me to take that one. Or would it e
“Man, this is boring.” Daniel muttered, tugging at his backpack straps and adjusting it a little. The forest trail that he was walking along bore no point of particular interest, apart from the thousands of trees and other samples of greenery that smothered his view. He could’ve been at home now, playing video games or maybe taking a stab at some of his art, but nooo, he was out here hiking along some stupid trail because his parents thought it would’ve been a good idea to drag him out for some fresh air.
The trail along the mountainside was, apart from being very boring, also damp and muddy, for it had rained the nig
Cliches - ''TF'' Stories by ChapterAquila92, literature
Literature
Cliches - ''TF'' Stories
On Literature:
Most "TF" stories have a tendency to include the abbreviation "TF" somewhere in the title, in conjunction with what the transformee/victim is turning into.
Rarely will a TF story give much character development or expanded plot prior to the transformation.
Rarely will a transformation-themed story carry on beyond completion of the transformation.
In those that do (particularly short stories), the aftermath is typically brief in explanation, and often closed.
TF stories involving author-inserts are frequently derived from role-plays.
If present, TF stories tend to describe genitalia in:
deliberate 'kiddy' terms (i.e. manhood,
Virus
Last lesson of the day.
And I was damn well dying. I lay with my head on the table, quietly scribbling down notes as the teacher droned on about nuclear physics. It was bad enough that the converted shipping container that was my classroom was a freezer, but my luck would have it that I was feeling unwell on top of that. Still, my parents had insisted that I come to school on the grounds that I had no fever.
I got up from my desk and went to switch off one of the two air conditioning units in the room, before returning to the desk again. I had PE later on in the day, but I had already decided to give it a miss, for I didn't want to e
Change, Escape, Adjust by KettouRyuujin, literature
Literature
Change, Escape, Adjust
Change, Escape, Adjust (Entry for TFtales Summer 2012 contest)
“Uhnnnn…” ‘Where am I?’
Paul awoke to find himself not in his own bed, but in what appeared to be a high-tech jail cell, complete with energy-field cell door. Having no clue as to how he got there, he decided to ransack his memories for any clue as to what may have happened last night, hoping to find something that could help him. As time went on, he became so engrossed in his search that he failed to notice the field vanish and a hovering drone enter the room. Until the drone zapped him, that is. *BZZZAAP!!!*
“EYAARGH!” The streng
Into the chamber or the saga of a former human by SkiSharp, literature
Literature
Into the chamber or the saga of a former human
Wanted, a young enthusiastic person to participate scientific studies. No College degree needed. Reimbursement pay in the 3000 per month for each study. Interested parties apply at Dr. Olborn's office at the city university.
It was this newspaper ad that starred into the eyes of a recently unemployed youth, Joseph. To the world, he was just another statistic in the troubles in European Debt crises, but to Joseph, he was without a job. Lately he would have put in the effort, but at 3000 a month, he couldn't pass up that offer.
'What's the worst that can happen?' Joseph thought 'a short walk to the university, which was on the wa