You are standing by a tree
There are 3 paths.
One appears to go to a jungle,
one appears to go to a cave,
one appears to go to a beach,
you could try and climb the tree,
there is a nearby shop you could go in,
or you could do something else.
So what's its going to be?
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
In the shop
There is a table with a sign saying
<strong>Free Sample:</strong>
Take one
On the table there is a fridge with a range of liquids. Also on the table are various magical trinkets including costumes. What would you like to take, or would you like to buy something?
Written by catprog on 10 April 2003
Other
You decide to get something else. But what?
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
A lamp
You take a lamp. Now what are you going to do with it?
Written by catprog on 05 March 2004
Transformation Genie
Just then, a huge puff of green smoke appears.
The smoke forms the shape of a humanoid, then finally materializes into a turquoise-skinned man who appears to be about 25 years old. You quiver with fear, staring at him (after all, you're not used to seeing turquoise-skinned men appear out of lamps).
"Who has rubbed the lamp of the Genie of Transformation?", the man asks in a light, yet stern voice.
"I-I did", you answer softly.
He steps closer to you and bows. "Thank You, Master, Thank You!", he says as he kneels to you.
"Master?"
He stands. "Yes", he says. "You have released me from the Lamp, and now you may have three wishes.
The wishes carry certain limitations, however..."
"Yes, like what?", you ask again, almost bursting with excitement (having your own genie and all).
"First, there are only three wishes, no more and no less, and this may not be changed by any wishes made. Second, all wishes made by the master should be precisely worded. If the wish is too vague, then I shall choose the remaining factors of the wish. And third, all wishes must be related to the change of the master, or of someone else that the master chooses. In other words, all wishes must be transformative."
Well what are you going to wish for?
Written by on 11 March 2004
“Do you enjoy being a walking stereotype?”
“Do you enjoy being a walking stereotype?” You shake your head at him, itching for a verbal tumble to take the strain off your mind.
“Pardon?” His thick brows lowered over his eyes, casting a shadow over his dark eyes. It leaves you with a strange feeling. A primitive urge to turn and run out the tent hits you. Like the feeling that comes over you when the teacher casts her wondering eyes over you, and you knew she was going to call on you. You want to duck and hide from her view, but you were never one to listen to that little voice.
“I think you heard me,” you wave a hand around the tent.
“You trying to pick up some girls?” You sneer, looking around as you spoke. You see some hanging rugs and large clay vases. No real merchandise to sell. “Sell some girls?” You pluck a nerve that would most men angry, wanting to see what the big guy would do. You inwardly smirk, what could he do? You were in the mall parking lot.
“I would never.” He unfolded his arms and walked towards you. You stand your ground and looked up at him. Unafraid and wishing to stir up a bit more trouble before you walked out.
“Then what do you sell exactly?” You poke a nearby orange and brown rug, “Old rugs.”
“I sell dreams little man.” He said, his check twitching as he spoke. A smile tugging on your lips you go for one last hit before you left to get your phone.
“Wet dreams?” You give a big fake laugh. “How much for Jasmine?”
“You want a female. I can make you female.” He growls at you sounding like a tiger. You snort at him, who was the man kidding. Feeling better after pulling the big guys tail a few times. You turn your back to him.
“Have fun with that. Scammer.” Waving your hand, you get only a few steps before you stop, and not because you want too.
“Only those who have a wish can enter my tent.” A billowing black cloud comes around you from the corner of your eyes. You tug at your legs, arms, but you can't move. Even your mouth felt sewn shut. Only your eyes could move, blinking couldn't free you from the rising smoke. Your heart starts to beat a hard rhythm in your chest. Each pump of your blood feeling like a fist punching into your chest.
“There is one exception.” The bald man emerges from the smoke, no he forms out of it. His waist and down were it! Your eyes shake and blinking as hard and as fast as you can. Doesn't make the cloud disappear or take away the angry face of the bald man from in front of you.
“Those in need of a lesson. Are you in need of a lesson, boy?” He leans his face forward. The angry wrinkling of his nose almost touches your frozen one. He blows black smoke across your face. Your mouth loosing's and your mouth gaps open a few tomes to test it.
“Are you in need of a lesson, boy?” He repeats his question. His dark eyes drilling into you with a soul pricing gaze. It's like he already knows the answer, but what will you say when face with this?
Written by psto1464 on 18 May 2020
Fuck You
“Fuck you, you bald bastard.” You choose to cuss him out. What right does he have to do this to you? None. That's right. You were not in the wrong here. “Wait until my mother hears about this.” You remind him that your still underage, a teenager, but still not an adult by law. “Hell, wait until the media gets a hold of this!” When you got your phone back you would plaster this guys tent over every social media sight you could get your thumbs on.
“Are you in need of a lesson?” You through his words right back at him. Glaring him down, your heart pounded not in fear but in fight. You had this. Smoke? Illusion. Your body frozen. A drug. This guy was going down and you were going to lead that victory.
“Ha!” The bald man threw back his head in a large laugh. You watch his body shake as he laughed. It only made your blood boil in anger.
“What's so funny!” You demand to know.
“You,” his laughing stopped dead with his answer. His eyes looked you over with a slow intent, that made your skin crawl and your heart shiver. “You know what?”
“Wh-what?” You stumble but don't back down. Looking him in the eyes, you keep your fearless facade in hopes it'll somehow save you from this mad man.
“I think I'll keep you.” His hands waved around and the smoke started to move. Curling around you. Your eyes dart around, though your mouth was free, the rest of you was not.
“What are you doing!” You cry out, your voice pitching in fear.
“Changing you.” His voice clear, and his face with a broad smile across it. You watch it stunned until it merging into the smoke.
“Wait! What?” You cry out after the face, “What do you mean!”
“I mean, that no one will look for you.” His voice came from everywhere. “For you, the human boy will not existent.” Echoing from all around the enclosing black, his even thrall continued. “You will be mine. A lioness for all time.”
“What the -” You ready to curse him out, and demand answers. When the smoke stopped forming into the cloud around you. Instead, it tunnelled into a stream and rammed itself into your open mouth.
“Humph -” You can breathe through your nose, no you were forced to breathe through your nose. You can feel the black smoke fill your body. Take control over it. Coating your tongue. You felt it roll and flick without your consent. The smooth texture of it went, you felt the ripple of rough sand texture, as it struck the rough of your mouth.
“Ah!” You try to scream, pain ripping through your body. You feel the blood in your split and tear over your bare skin. Your eyes are still yours to control. You look down to see your clothes stripped and your naked flesh covered in rivers of your own blood.
“Eooow” You mouth cries with your head snapping back. Your dick bursting into a pit fiery pain, you feel every milometer of the skin, hair and ball. Get dragged back into your body. Whimpers fall from your open mouth. Your teeth splitting your bottom lip as you close. Gone were your flat, human teeth.
You didn't need to see. To your control your own body, to feel the sensation of your own fangs splicing your lips. Rolling your eyes back, your world turns dark. For one second you wish for it. Earn for the dark, but the black cloud won't let you. Fighting until your eyes also convulsed it pain. They rolled showing you, forcing you to watch. The blood coated skin turn to golden fur, where grass needed soil. Fur needed blood. Every inch soon was covered in a soft tawny texture, that you once admired in your neighbours cat.
“Gaw,” Your tongue moves making a sound you can't describe. Now it's your chests turn to burn. Eyes still under control of the cloud, you can only watch in fright as your chest starts to swell. Larger and larger your flat pecs roll up. Soft fur could not hide the growing mound of yours large breast. Delirious in pain, a part of you can't help but admire your soft chest. A size that would have turn not only your own head, but several other guys.
“Done.” The man's voice return and you drop to the floor. Tired, but feel of pain. You pant deep breaths, able to move yourself but without the will to do so. You glare at him from your prone position on the floor.
“What have you done to me?” You ask shutting your mouth shut with a click. When you hear your new, low, raspy, and clearly female voice.
“You are the best one yet.” His body formed and the black cloud vanished with its return. He leans over you, and you wince. Trying to move, you find your without the strength to do more than turn your head away. “I can't wait to see your cubs.” His hand pets your fur, rubbing it over your chest and down your body. The touch felt more violating than actions of a few movements ago.
“Cubs?” You head flips back, when his words reach you.
“Don't seem shock.” His voice cooed over you. “Once you adapt, and if you wish to survive — you will adapt.” Cold darkness washed over you with his gaze. A stark contraction to his kind voice.
“You will naturally form or join a pride, and breed.” You shiver with the hard reality he was offering you.
“My parents will find me.” You deny his words. His truth with your own truth. Your parents loved you, they would come and find you. He shook his head and leaned over and picked you up.
“Your parents don't remember you exist.” He moves you to the back of his tent. “No one does.” Then he drops you, sending you flying backwards into a hole. “Welcome to my animal park.” His words haunt you all the way down, leaving you with the biggest question.
Written by psto1464 on 19 May 2020
Accept and adapt
“Another meat pile for the grinder girls.” Purrs mix in to giggles while you try to short out your head. Blinking the pain of the light forces a growl from you.
“Hear that growl she's a tough one.” A high pitch tone cackled, and the immense sense of something wrong turns your gut. Blinking you get short burst of light, making it easier for your eyes to adjust. With your head still swimming. You stand.
“What is going on here?” You ask wavering on your feet, but with your eyes open you can see what you're facing. Lions, female lions. Like the ones you saw on the discovery channel. There fur was golden and the noise came out, just like a cat. Whiskers in all. The stood around you like a small gang at a mall corner. Hissing and snarling.
“All you need to know is that your mine now. New girl.” The leader, you guess since she stepped forward. Was smaller than you, in height, girth and glancing down you see in bust too. She unlike you was wearing clothes, torn jeans and ratty shirt. She completes the image of a wannabe punk on the mall corner.
“No way.” You shake your head, deny her a simple victory. She growls, and her nose bunches revealing large fangs that were coated in her saliva. These scare tactics don't work on you. You may have just been turned, both into a female and a lion. Yet inside you still have the inner strength and thought process. This girl is bluffing you.
“Think you can take this!” She throws back her shoulders. Yowling into the air. The girl gang behind her join in. If you bowed down and accept this, you'll be under her paw. You weren't having that so you do the next best thing. With a picture of a house cat in your head. You pick up the smaller lioness by the scuff of her neck and with a flick toss her aside.
“Nice.” You give yourself some well deserved praised. Looking at your clawed tips of your golden fur hand with some amazement. You could grow to like this. Looking up you see the other girls glancing at each other. Pulling your lips back into a fanged grin, you come up with a great idea.
“You.” You point to the pink shirt lioness with the decent size rack, nothing compared to your of course. Gulped and hopped at your voice.
“Yes?” She looked to the groaning small lioness on the ground.
“Don't look at her. Look at me.” Orders roll off your tongue, and you roll your shoulders feeling much more relaxed than you did a moment ago.
“Get me some clothes.” You couldn't be the only one going around without any clothes. It would make you stand out and you wanted to blend in. Blend in and survive.
“But-” She protested, putting her hands in front of her. Like that could stop your orders.
“Now!” You hiss, sending her off to so your commands. You liked it. They way she shook to do your command.
“You, earring girl.” Putting at you next target, your stomach growls. Reminding you haven't had lunch. “Get us food. Enough for everyone.” Her earrings waved with the speed she turned to do your commands. The last one. The one who ran to the leaders side, hissed and growled at you until her fur was all standing up on end. How cute, you think looking at the pair.
“You two. I have an important job for you.” You walk over, no you sashay over. You can feel the confident roll over your hips moving side to side. You hadn't notice a tail yet, but if you could afford to look. Without ruining this moment. You were sure it would be swinging high behind you.
“We'll never listen to you!” They hissed in almost unity.
“Sisters?” You ask feeling utterly calm and extremely powerful. Your inner lioness had woken up, and you liked it. A lot.
“Til the end!” The one you had knock aside said glaring you down with black and yellow cats eyes.
“I can give you an end.” You picked them both up by the throats. Moving at them so fast you acting more on this instinct rolling through you. This voice that told you to dominate them, own them, and lead them. Or became a tool under their paw. The mere idea makes your muzzle wrinkle in disgust. Squeezing there necks, you watch them struggle. Unfeeling and rather cold blood for such a warm blooded being you were turned into.
“Or you can tell me where I am, and anything else I need to know to live here.” You were born to an information era. Information was king. To have it meant you held the cards, maybe not all of them but some. That was all you needed.
“Never.” Your claws extended out. You watch a pin hole of blood form underneath the tip of your claws. Iron-scented blood filled the air. Your muscles quivered. This was it. True dominance. They're tiny claws couldn't even make it pass the barrier of your fur. They scratched and clawed your arms, but they got nothing. You felt nothing.
“Then die.” You push your claws into their necks until there are five new pools of blood forming under your hand. Watching there eyes turned from fighter to docile dull shade. You drop them.
“You will tell me now?” You kick one over onto her back. She nods her hands on her bleeding throat. “Good,” you purr. Feeling your chest vibrate was weird yet satisfying.
“Now where to start?” You look around until you find a rock to sit on. Folding your legs you look down at the pair. Watching them heal inhuman fast under your eyes. This world was rather interesting. Forgetting all about your family, your male self, you're very past. You throw yourself into this new world.
You accept and adapt.
You smile, and you dominate.
Yes, you fold your arms under your chest. Watching your new underlings run to you with your requested items. You feel very proud of your new underlings. No you corrected yourself, your new pride. Looking down at those four scared but tamed eyes. You knew you were going to need some more.
Written by psto1464 on 21 May 2020
Fight and find your own way
“Damn you!” You stand right up and curse at the sky where the damn bastard dropped you from. You wouldn't play his damn games anymore. You would find your own way.
“Welcome.” A male voice turned you around. A tall man with an amazing head of luxurious hair. He walks towards you with a golden fur the shimmered in the shinning light. It makes your fur rise on its edges. Not in a good way either. His honey voice reeked of those silky bastards you hated back at home. The ones that were the leader of every activity. That had the right thing to say, at the right moment to the teachers and parents.
“Can I offer you some clothes?” Dressed in tight-fitting jeans and a nice shirt, his blue eyes smiled with the same smugness too. It was enough to make you vomit. You did however take the dress from his hands. Tossing it over your head you put the blue thing on covering the bare minimum. You got his game. Dress the girl, win her over; unlucky for him. You were once a guy, and knew better.
“Thanks.” You drawl out, but you quickly turned around. Turning down this quaint garden you found yourself in. Filled with bushes and flowers. Were lovely, and very serene. Almost like home.
“Where do you think your going?” A hand covered in light brow fur, and with dark black claws. Hung onto your elbow. Swinging you around to face his shinning, fake blue eyes.
“Around.” You tell him the truth. You intend to look around and get a feel for this animal park. You would do this alone.
“Your new here. Genie sent you here — I'm right on this. I'm here to help.” He winked on solitaire eye at you. It makes you want to gag. Why did girls fall for this shit?
“The dress is helpful.” You had the heart of a man not too long ago. As a man appreciated the short length that just covered things. One strong breeze, and guys would be taking bets on the colour of your underwear. Not that you were wearing any or that you any knowledge if lioness wore underwear. Hell, your prince charming could be going commando right now.
“I can be more helpful. Join my pride.” He pulls you in, feeling up your side like he owns your body.
“Fuck off you bastard.” Lions, you knew lions. You saw the Disney flick, watch the discovery channel. His mane, was too small, his shoulder to thin. A male lion in a human form should be burly and huge, making the damn guy who sent you here. At least think twice before challenging him to a fist fight. “I'll find my own way.”
“You say that, but I don't see you having an option here.” He growled low in his throat, it sounded more pissed house cat than prowling lion. Showing off your own brand new white fangs, giving him a taste of a real growl.
“No. You don't have the option.” Lashing out like the house cat he sounded like. You hit him with the power of your new form. Females were the fighters of the lion world — also discovery channel. You knock the wimpy bastard flat. Making the path to your new life, free and clear. At least for now.
Written by psto1464 on 22 May 2020
The end (for now)