In a room
The sign reads
"Welcome all new travellers.
To continue you must go through a series of doors.
After going through you will pick a costume. You will then become a half- human and half that creature.
After a week(100 mins a hour,20 hrs a day,10 days a week) has passed you may morph and get another costume. To start of with you will only be able to become 40% human to 60% human.
If you put on a costume you will then become that creature, be teleported to it's home town and have to wait a week before being able to morph.
After 50 costumes you may change into one of your other costumes and become 30% to 70% human. When changing costumes you must wait at least an hour before you can change costumes again.
100 different species/gender costumes allows you to gender-morph and become 20% to 80% human
200 different species costumes allows you to combine costumes and become 10% to 90% human
400 different species costumes allows you to return to your world with no more morphing
And 800 different species costumes makes a polymorph and allows you to morph outside of this world.
Also if you have a costume like a centaur then the human part will always be human and is counted towards the human percentage.
Any gender/species transformation magic of yours can only change your gender(if you have at least 100 costumes) and the animal part to a different animal.
When you change into a different costume (that you already have) you may teleport to that species home town but you will have the week penalty where you have no costume changes.
If you die while wearing a costume you will be reborn at the local inn (or appropriate location ). If you have more then 100 costumes you will lose the costume you had when you died and go to an appropriate place for your next costume.
If you fail to make it out in 100 years(100 weeks in a year) one of your possible forms will be chosen and you will be permanently stuck in that form(apart from magic) until you die. Also there will be no possibility of going back to your world.
Also, one final note: should you take a female form and become pregnant, you won't be able to change your gender until the child is born, though the other aspects of your form may change (the child will change to match.) That is all, and good luck!
You realise that you have to do what the sign said to do and go through the doors and grab a costume.
Alternatively you could use the key system to determine the room
Written by Catprog on 11 February 2004
Normal Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.
There are two more doors however and both of them have a sign on them saying
Costume room for
Element: Land
Type: Normal
Gender: ????
So which door do you want
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Female Normal Land
You go through the door.
All of a sudden it slams shut and with no handle on this side it appears that you are stuck.<P/>There are five costumes in this room, all of them female, all of them are normal land creatures.
- Snake <li><span class="female">Wolf</span></li>
Written by Catprog on 26 February 2004
Skunk Taur
The moment you touch the costume, it comes alive an starts to flow over your body. First the costume flows behind, and you feel another body form. It starts with a large tail with a white stripe flowing down the middle, and along the lower body. You also feel it sliding up your normal back. There's a moment of panic, a fear of what may happen, but as the change takes you, it subsides, a merging of fact and the unknown.
You watch the costume move up to the chest and with amusement you watch as they balloon out and you soon have 6 decent sized bumps. I'm turning into a girl?
You watch as the fur flows out from the white turning black. White and black? Skunk? Your turning into a skunk? But why so large breasts, and so many? You look back over and it also appears you are turning into a centaur like creature.
Their is a feeling of coldness and you look down and watch as your manhood melts away, changing into your new womenhood.
You sit down, feeling dazed, a bit unused to your new limbs. Reaching down for your front feet you feel them change and turning into paws. Soon you stand up as a new female skunk taur.
Written by Catprog & Kendareru on 10 February 2011
Princess
As you look around you notice your clothes are also changing. Soon you are covered in frills and have a crown on your head.
New knowledge enters your mind about your new royal family and how you are next in line for the throne.
As you try to adjust you find yourself in the middle of a forest, with the sun setting and a wolf howling.
Written by catprog on 03 August 2018
Forest
The clothes you wore clung tight to your body as you watched your front legs padding forward across the cold earth. Hard white claws scratched up the dry soil as your weight shifted between your new quadrupedal gait. You stepped lightly, as to not muddy your dainty black paws, though you couldn't help but ponder as to why you were doing this.
"Wait a minute, what's with all this prissy pink bullcrap?" A tiara atop your head glistened in the morning light, its bright pink and blue flecks of light shone exquisitely with every meandering pace.
In the distance [hows a skunks sight?] What seemed like the end of the road. A small patch of trees and grass sprouting from the center of your vision. Upon close inspection, you come to realize that the path merely split in two a bit farther down the way; two thin winding paths led deep into the forested terrain, one sloping upward, and another one trailing deep down into the dark greenery, its viridescent hues grew deeper in value as your eyes tried to adjust to the dim light.
Which path shall you choose?
Written by Driftingdragon on 04 March 2020
Walk up road -meet family
You decide to take the higher road, sandy brow rocks tumbled downward as your legs propelled you farther up the trail. Your tail swayed behind you in anticipation and slight caution as you approached the top of the hill, just barely able to see the structures behind it. The air smelled fresher with every step you took as the trees around you began to make way into a much larger clearing, filled with much less saturated and brighter green grasses.
The pupils of your eyes widened as you feast your eyes upon an opulent palace, the high towering stone masonry was carved out in intricate detail, your eye catching more of its intricacies as you near its looming presence. A large stone archway hangs over the exterior walls of the buildings, drawing tall curves in the air above you. Their pale rough surfaces formed a stark contrast against the bright baby blue skies stretching for miles above you; not a cloud in sight.
A new spring began to develop in your step as you made your way closer to the structure, it began to appear much larger as you came closer to the immaculate castle. Two guards were posted on each side of the entrance, the barracks just behind the large wooden draw-bridge was bustling with life as other soldiers took standby as their colleagues kept their eyes fixed on the only moving thing in the distance. Your black and white fur stood out against the deep earthy tones of the trees behind you, the fur rustled on your body as the wind grazed the tops of the grass, their waxy exteriors glistened in the sunlight as they danced like waves towards you. The combination leads the guard’s eyes directly to you, as your towering figure stood just barely in the clearing.
You froze as you saw them, and they began to approach you, waving their arms, and calling out, with a surprisingly gentle tone in their voice.
“Princess!” they belt out to you, as their armored bodies careened towards you at full speed. This sight caused you to rear up, almost ten feet in the air; your front legs kicked in the air just in front of you, the clawed paws scratched through the hot dry air. They call to you once again, while attempting to pacify you as the spook wore off. Your pupils begin to return to normal, once you realize the two of them were not a threat. Their hands brushed against your long coarse hairs, running their plated fingertips across your flank as you lower your front limbs down once again.
“Thank you princess. Glad you have returned!” One of them called out to you.
“Yes, we have been looking for you all morning! Princess. Where have you been you silly goose.” the other guard states, as he shot a hot glance over at his colleague. You watch as the guards turn around, walking back towards the castle. They look at you, before quickly turning back around to continue strutting their way back to the building. You have a moment to take in the sight before you, as the much smaller canine mutts beckoned you closer with their tails as they continued. In a moment you take full stride, rearing once again, before cantering up behind them.
A guard quietly giggles as he shoots you a quick yet subtle glance over his shoulder upon seeing how hard it took for you to catch up. They lead you deep into the castle walls, their pearly smooth appearance reflected your own image on the walls. You watched your body sway, first the front, then the back with every step you take farther. The hard tile beneath your feet hurt your paws somewhat; accustomed to the soft dirt you once tread upon, the lack of give with the cold cut limestone began to wear on your knees and elbows.
Chat can be heard in the room nearby, almost instantly after you walk into the foyer, the conglomerate of voices seemed to mix together as one as they all took turns saying what they needed in the moment. Your keen ears picked up on both male and female voices, as well as the voice of someone probably rather young as well- at least younger than yourself. When you walk past the threshold of the huge drawing room, you look in awe at the high ceilings as they almost dwarf the furniture pushed into the center of the room. Your eyes gaze at the group of people sitting and chatting around a small coffee table.
Unlike the guards, the others sitting around the table were much like yourself in stature; the three of them were perched heavily on couches, sitting with their quadrupedal bodies, as their front limbs remained straight and rigid. Their upper arms flexed slightly, as they took turns bringing teacups up to their mouths to take a sip as they spoke quietly among each other. They quickly break away from the conversation to examine you as you walk through the door.
With multiple eyes upon you, your mind began to race as it hyper focused on your clothes. The bright saturated pink of your dress (Check for accuracy in the document thing+ FINISH DESCRIPTION). They all watch as well, standing up while talking chattily to each other.
“Sup sis!” The smallest taur said to you, his white stripe had barely (how does their color change as they age), “Thought you’d never get back!”
“Oh of course I’d return brother!” You said in response, giving the group a curtsy, the tiny fingertips wrinkled your satin dress with precision as your front legs bent slightly in politeness.
“Your mother and I have been worried sick.” The largest of the three projected his voice much louder than the younger male, which made you jump slightly as he expressed himself, turning in your direction, and nearly leaping from his chair as he saw you. The smaller adult sat there; legs crossed, as well as her arms, a piercing stare directly into your soul, as to say ‘your father is right’.
It was a familiar feeling, being talked down to by your parents again, though there was something that irritated you about things. They quickly begin to lose your focus, your stare wandered around the enormous room you found yourself in. The architecture surrounding you had enticed you more than anything these people could have shown or told you.
Ultimately, you ended up waiting for the three of them to quit talking, after politely shooting them smiles and nods, regardless of your vindictive attitude, not long after everyone’s introduction, you look around seeing a multitude of pathways within your immaculate dwellings. First a deep cavernous rocky archway leading down a steep spiraling staircase, winding deep down into the earth’s crust as it curved in a tight disorienting coil. On the other side, a large wooden door; in it, was etched images of your family's past, from generations ago. A tail you recalled to be the most boring and mundane one that was drilled into your head since you were young. Then again, you could also stay here, and listen to what your parents have to say.
Where will you go?
Written by Driftingdragon on 05 March 2020
Go to library
The looming presence of what could have been beyond those doors stuck with you, it caused you to want to know what was behind it, your curiosity got the best of you. In the middle of one of your family lectures you decided to wander off into the library of the gigantic palace. Needless to say the amount of books contained in overwhelmed you quite a bit, as you were consumed by the mouth of the room, walking past the archway.
Your eyes could barely focus on the numerous books lining the walls of the library, their various colors were a blur, as they lined up all the way to the ceiling. Tracks folded themselves around the tops of the shelves, where the towering ladders sat firmly. The books were organized by genre. Which will you choose?
Written by Driftingdragon on 29 March 2020
History
As you scanned through the books lining your castle’s opulent shelves, you stopped at the first and most interesting book you can find. ‘History’ was written on the cover in large text.
“Guess this is what interests people.” you stared at the painted cover as it was filled with figures, countries, and flags overlapping in varied opacities. You weren’t able to recognize any of the individuals listed on the cover, or even in the table of context as you began to scan the words lining the pages. Time seemed to fly by as you learned about lifetime's worth of knowledge; you pondered to yourself how nobody could have known the impact of their actions. Your stomach began to feel heavy as you read through pages of destruction and war.
You had learned many battle tactics, as well as soft-power skills, readying you for your own space in history itself. Something about the level of manipulation you had exposed yourself to began to make your head spin as your mind grew exponentially as you sat there quietly with your muzzle between the pages. What will you do?
Written by Driftingdragon on 03 May 2020
Stop
You place the book down, disgusted and unentertained. Not caring to finish studying this subject, you decide to occupy your time with something else. After falling asleep and taking a nap for the entire day, you realize that you needed to prepare for the attendance of the ball, which had completely snuck up on you in your distraction. What do you do?
Written by Driftingdragon on 07 May 2020
Go For a walk
Your mind still wandered needlessly, so your feet decided to do the exact same. As the sounds of the voices and banter grew farther from you as you walked away down the hall leading up to the main ballroom, looking around the way just ahead to figure out what it is you will spend your time doing at this point. You find yourself sitting on the front stairs of your castle, waiting alone by yourself for something to happen, though your mind enjoyed being alone for once. The countless stories and tales of history you briefed yourself on earlier kept playing through your head as if it were a broken record.
Suddenly it came to you! From the hard work you had put into studying the historical backings of the different warring nations you were born into. You had made up to yourself that at that moment you would become a diplomat. The mundane and boring tasks you were ‘destined’ to enjoy just wasn’t cutting it for you. Therefore you decided to dedicate your energy into something slightly more parallel with the somewhat interesting vices of political enlightenment; a topic you had grazed over slightly in your studying. Where will you go?
Written by Driftingdragon on 18 June 2020
Travel as a neutral party.
As the middle most neutral land between the five kingdoms, you decided to yourself that you wanted to tour every one of the other kingdoms with a newfound passion for history and literature. You knew that traveling the world, you had to find a nice sounding and official title to go by just so that you could have an extra layer of protection just in case. As the neutral kingdom of the five great kingdoms, you had enough power from your own throne to make this happen right away, and before the morning even came, you were off on your adventure.
You rode into the wilderness pondering what you shall now call yourself, and what impact that may have on those who encounter you on your journey. Now you have read many words in those history books, but you needed to find out one of them that stood out particularly well to you. Not too nice, not too mean, and definitely nothing ugly! You thought to yourself long and hard about this, but it wasn’t until you had come across the first kingdom, before you had found your perfect name.
Written by Driftingdragon on 31 July 2020
Pescitarian
Though you didn't quite remember what it was about, your mind quickly recalled one of the words you had seen from your studies. ‘Pescitarian?’ though you don’t quite remember what this field of study was about, you had immediately gone with it, choosing a direction to walk towards as you begin your new life. After a few miles of walking Eastward, you found yourself upon a small fishing village; a completely novel experience. As you made your way through the small huts, haphazardly lining up along the dusty beaten road leading up to- what appeared to be- a department store esque building, where villagers busily dipped in and out.
To your surprise, a river ran peacefully along the road, just behind the shanty buildings which seemed to be on their last leg. You stood in the center of what you thought to be a small town, looking around you, with a confused and slightly underwhelmed look on your face. the wind blew gently around you despite the fact the world seemed to stand still around you, moving in slow motion as you took it all in. The sound of the water shifting synchronously with the soft bursts of air, the way the villagers chatted among themselves as if they were truly happy here, even the way the bird beat their wings in the distance as they took of to a more aesthetically pleasing place; you were flabbergasted with where your choices had landed you.
You were confused by where you ended up, though your gut seemed to tell you that this was a kind of fishing village; your eyes skillfully watched others carry around their buckets as their fishing poles were lazily swaying over their shoulder. There were even various makeshift signs with what appeared to be fish haphazardly drawn onto large wooden signs. You grimaced at how the rot of the materials chipped beneath the paint, giving the fish almost a scaly appearance. It wasn’t very clear if that was the intent or if it was merely due to
As you pace around taking in your new environment, you barely seemed to notice the young man who had approached you. A fine young stallion taur about your age as well, his eyes were opened wide in surprise, and from his clothes you realized how much you stood out in this town.
“Hello there! My name is Decatour! Nice to meet ya!” he said in an accent considerably foreign to you. You blush from the randomness of the introduction, as he caught you off guard. “Would you like me to show you around? I see yer new here! So if you want I can show you the ways a this town.”
“Uhhh” you replied, taken aback. You had actually felt a bit shy when you saw how the stranger’s hand was extended in a friendly handshake. There was something about this young man that was inviting, despite the fact that you had just met him. Glancing around once more, it didn’t seem as if there were a ton of things you could do in this small fishing village, so it didn’t take you very long to decide what you were going to do.
Written by Driftingdragon on 24 August 2020
Meet people
The signs hanging around were what had interested you the most. They were scrabbled in a tongue you were unfamiliar with, but you could imply what the markings on the doorways were about by their appearance. A fish. A staff. A book. There was clearly a bit more than you understood going on here, so you decided that the only appropriate choice was to get to know more of the people around this village you were trying to integrate into. You were a pescitarian after all!
“How bout a tour? I’d like to get to know some more people around here if you don’t mind” he didn’t seem the most ready for that answer, looking around, he tried to find the msot interesting things he could find about his village- something indicative of his culture.
“I can show you the congregation building if you’re interested!” ‘Congregation building?’ though you didn’t say it aloud, the young man was able to easily pick up on your confusion, which fueled his response. “It’s where we all go to meet up on occasion to listen to people talk about their experiences.” now your interest was sparked. What will you do?
Written by Driftingdragon on 01 September 2020
Sure
You decided it was best to go learn the layout of the town first and foremost, since you haphazardly planned to spend an unknown amount of time in this novel village you thought it was a good idea to try not to get lost while exploring, and a quick tour would have been the best possible way to tackle your new mission.
“Why don’t you show me around a bit then?” You said cheerily, the young man responded with a bright smile and began to lead you by your hand deeper into the small- yet confusingly laid out- village. As the two of you walked through the old beaten down buildings you noticed how the shingles were worn away and tattered, as if over the years the villager’s work was slowly being consumed by mother nature’s firm-handed grasp.
For a few hours, you were told of the history of the town, and how the people in it used their ability to use the river to their advantage. You were fascinated by this culture based around fishing and selling, and the most exciting thing was how the people here could have lived in such a shanty town while still being able to rise to the status of a kingdom on their own. You were absolutely elated, despite the less-than-satisfactory environment. Yet you couldn’t stop yourself from wondering why these people vouched to live a life filled with less than the best.
When the ending of your tour was approaching, you noticed that Decatur was shooting you periodic stares, before quickly pulling away his glances the moment you seemed to notice. There was a moment of awkward silence by the time you both had returned to the lake. Despite this, your mind was sill occupied with all the architecture you were just exposed to, it almost made you forget your main goal of coming here, but regardless of this, you seemed to have had a good time with your new friend.
“Oh hey. I never got your name, who you were, or what you do. Sorry about that, but I didn't seem to notice we spent this much time together, without even asking who you were! Haha!” you were taken aback, nobody had ever seemed to care for the minute pieces of your life before, but something about him made you feel safe enough to open up almost immediately. You took a moment to mull over your responses, and after a quick period of silence, you decided how honestly you were to answer.
Written by Driftingdragon on 02 September 2020
Pescitarian
“I’m a pescitarian, and I came here to do more studies on your country and what it means to live here.” he gave you a very confused look, as if you didn’t seem to know fully what you were talking about. You surely didn't, but it’s not like you were going to let him know that.
“What do you mean. Pescitarian? What does that have to do with… You know what, okay that’s chill.” he said with a slight attitude you just barely began to pick up on. There was something about his demeanor which began to seem off to you, though you continued on as if nothing was wrong. “So you take part in the practice of eating fish huh?” he said to you sternly as you both sat to watch the river rushing by.
“Uhhh.” you said, unable to remember the meaning of the word. You don’t think you’ve even seen a cooked fish before, as your kingdom was mainly comprised of herbivores and scavengers.
“Well?!” he asked, barking at you more aggressively this time. “Are you going to give a straight answer?” he said.
“What’s it to you anyway?” you returned in an argumentative fashion.
“See, you may not know this because you’re new here, but our congregational building is how the village makes money. You see, we catch fish and sell it all over the region for their spiritual uses, the other kingdoms buy fishes in bulk to give them a good home, and therefore negating their negative karma. Some of the bad ones just simply eat them, and that’s not okay because here, to us, these fish are sacred.” you nodded with wide eyes, immediately you realized the state of this shanty little town, and how the other kingdoms were taking advantage of them.
All your life you knew it to be a fact that the other kingdoms ate fish, but where they came from was always unbeknownst to you. You felt as if the kingdom had been betrayed, but maybe you just gave them the wrong impression. For a moment, you do nothing but think; the silence was broken by your new friend’s voice.
“So you mean to say you… eat the fish? Rather than receive their blessings? Take care of them? Raise them as your own children? This was what we have been told all our lives.” your heart began to sink in your stomach.
“Oh wait… I-”
“No, it’s too late, you’ve already exposed yourself.” he seemed defensive. “Why would I believe you after using such sophisticated language.” your mind was racing as you watched him rise to his feet and tower over you. “I can tell that where you come from, you just do things differently. Well so do we...:” you didn’t have time to even process what he said before he gave you a hardy shove directly into the lake.
Your thick black fur was weighted down heavily with the powerful undertow beneath the rushing river waters. The strong torrent quickly pulled you underneath it's surface, helplessly as your body became battered against the hard jagged stones lodged far under the surface. Your lungs struggled to pull in enough air to keep your vision from fading into full darkness; it didn’t take long for your head to fully submerge for the last time. The last thing you remembered was the sharp burning in your chest as you breathed in mouthfuls of dirty river water.
Written by Driftingdragon on 03 September 2020
The end (for now)