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
Into the shop
You decide to go into the shop to look around.
Inside it is very dusty and is crammed with shelves. There is lots of products that overflow from the shelves and are lying on the floor.
You notice the counter and the old man in a bathrobe behind it. "Welcome <<your name here>>" he says. "How do you know my name?" you ask the old man "Simple, I am a wizard" he responds "Have a look around too see if there is anything you would like to buy".
Written by catprog on 13 December 2005
Bast
You see a small statue on one of the shelves, it appears to be a small golden cat.
Picking it up, you feel a slight tingle run through your body. Shrugging it off, you put the statue back. Soon, though, you feel you legs start to cramp up.
You sit down and pull your shoes off to see them cover in short golden fur as they slowly shift. Soon both legs are unrecognizable as your own, and look like those of a large cat, almost the same colour as the statue.
The gold fur spreads it's way up your body to your waist, and a sharp pain marks the arrival of your tail, which rapidly grows from the base of you spine. You swish it from side to side, and marvel at the feeling. The fur continues to spread across your chest and back, and soon travels down your arms.
With some relief you notice your hands aren't changing into paws, but do notice as claws push their way painfully out of your fingertips. Only your head is left, but it too is covered in fur. Your notice your ears begin to grow larger pointy, and grow to the top of your head through your hair, which has turned a slightly darker than your skin. You notice your vision get distorted as your nose and mouth push out into a short cat-like muzzle, with your tongue lengthening to match. The change is nearly complete as your old teeth fall out to be replaced with a much sharper set, and you feel whiskers grow and twitch on the sides of your face.
You look at yourself in a mirror, and notice you look like many depictions of the Egyptian goddess Bast, although your clothing doesn't suit your new form...
Written by Vanghar on 18 October 2006
Oh Me Goddess
You find a mirror and look closer at you new form. Bast in jeans. Terrific.
The wizard appears beside you. "Well met, my goddess," he says. "Is the new avatar to your liking?"
A soft voice purrs. "Indeed it is. You have served me well, high priest."
You realize to your horror that the voice is coming from your own throat. It's like something (a goddess?) has taken over your body and controls it. (A GODDESS??)
"Get out of my head you maniac!" you scream, or try to. What comes out your mouth is a calm "The avatar seems quite upset though. Did you inform her properly before the summoning?"
"Well, no," the old man admits. "She just came in here and accidentally started it on her own."
Bast crosses your arms and looks sternly at her servant. "How many times must I tell you to be careful about storing the artifacts?" she asks rhetorically.
Without moving, the goddess somehow manages to indicate that she turns her attention to you. During her little speech you notice that the wizard does not seem to hear her, and realize that she is talking directly to your mind.
"Well then, Miss Avatar. We shall call you that as we do not know your real name and it is of little consequence anyway. Are you ready for a delayed orienteering, or are you going to keep fighting me?"
"I'll be good!" you whimper. "Please don't hurt me! I just want my life back."
"Will you serve me then?"
"What if I don't?"
"Then you die."
"But I won't tell a living soul! Or the dead..."
"This is not about the information (Who would believe you anyway?), it's the way things are. I can only leave an avatar when it dies or my need for it expires."
"I see. Hobson's choice, then? What is this all about anyway?"
"As you may have perceived, I am the goddess Bast..."
"Well duh!"
"DO you have a death wish?"
"Sorry. Go on. I'm a captive audience."
"I shall pretend I did not hear that. That, however, is my last act of good will. Getting down to the matter at paw, I have things to do on this plane. Goddess business. I need a physical form for this, an avatar. By accident, you are it. The business will take about a week. I shall require full control for about thirty hours. If you have acquired the needed skills by then, you can take over and act on my behalf. Questions?"
"What skills?"
"Not ones you currently possess. They will be taught you. I shall try anyway."
"What about my body?"
"I will do my best to keep it from getting injured. Any damage suffered will be repaired."
"Swell, but I meant will I be like before?"
As the goddess turns to face the mirror you realize the wizard has left on some business or other. She starts pulling at your clothes, and you realize she wants to undress, so you give her some hints before she resorts to claws. You have a feeling that the promise to avoid and repair damage does not extend to your attire.
Within a minute you stand gazing at Bast's furry reflection together, crumpled clothes at your feet.
Naked cat goddess. Now there's something you don't see every day!
"Do you like this body?" she asks.
You try to be diplomatic. "Well, you know what they say - it's a nice place to visit but I wouldn't want to live there."
She bristles. "Would you turn down this gift?"
"No, no! It's just, you know..."
"Obviously I don't."
"It... ah... it would not be appropriate for my lifestyle. I mean, could you see this body doing dishes or taking out the garbage?"
Bast stands quiet for a while, her tail swishing ominously. Then you realize she's purring. "Sly," she remarks. "Keep that up and I shall have to make you a fox. Anyway, you can have this form or your own back. Which of us makes the choice and what my choice will be, depends on how well you serve me. If you are good, I will give you a choice of any form you want. If you are very good,you can have a choice of any two forms and the ability to change at will."
She pauses. "That is all I can tell you before you choose. What will it be then?"
While you stand pondering, the wizard reappears carrying a stack of clothes and other paraphernalia. Of course. Bast does not want to wear your clothes any more than she wants to wear your body. Or you hers... in everyday life, that is.
What will it be then...?
Written by Won-Tolla on 31 May 2007
Partial Accommodations
You start to focus on this foreign reflection in the mirror. Before your very eyes your body begins to shift and change once more, winding up as a very familiar human form. You sigh in relief, rubbing your smooth, hairless face in disbelief. This is your body, no feline features, no womanly curves or body parts, just your average body. Some small sliver of your mind believes that this means the whole strange ordeal is over, but the rational part of your mind knows better than that. Bast has possessed you, there’s nothing you can do about that. But right now you can try to cling to some of the comfort this body offers.Your relief and relative enjoyment are quickly cut off as that woman’s voice escapes from your mouth once again.
"I see..." Bast remarks, "It's certainly... a body."
"H-hey, it's my body! It certainly beats..." You quickly trail off, not wanting to anger Bast any more than she may already be with you. Whatever this weird cat goddess is or whatever she wants, she means business. "Nevermind," you grumble, hanging your head in resignation.
"You are already learning your place as a host, excellent. Now then, as an initial test of my power we shall-," Bast begins to say.
"Wait, wait, wait... you're jumping into doing stuff already?" You frown at the idea of jumping right into some godly action. "You're in a human body now, you should probably relax for a bit! Let both of us uh... recharge?"
"What he says does make sense my Goddess," adds the man who had summoned Bast. Despite being called a high priest by Bast he looks like a fairly average man in his late forties or early fifties."Your endurance and stamina outmatch any human's, but your power isn't limitless, it may be best to allow your host body to rest before exerting yourself."
"...Very well," Bast sighs, "we shall rest up and then demonstrate my power at our earliest convenience.” You feel your face twist into a coy grin as Bast speaks, “see? You cannot say I am cruel or ruthless goddess~!”
You begrudgingly exchanges contact info with this "High Priest of Bast". In truth, his name is Carter, a dropout former anthropology major who became fascinated with depictions of the goddess Bast. He seems nice enough if you can ignore the fact that he forced you to become the vehicle of a goddess’s will. Other than that, he’s just swell.
“I must say My Goddess, you looked absolutely radiant in that first form. I do hope you will wear it again soon,” High Priest Carter exclaims as he looks you over.
“Um… thanks, but I still really don’t like the idea of parading around as a feline all day. Your fault for picking an unwilling male to be the host,” you huff as you cross your arms.
“Ah, I see she’s still letting you speak at the moment,” Carter sighs, “very well, if it is her will for you to speak, then you shall speak…”
You can tell he’s more than a little crestfallen about the fact he’s talking to you and not his goddess. It’s not hard to see why he’s upset, but you really can’t bring yourself to care all that much. Bast takes over your voice for a brief moment to say her goodbyes to her High Priest before allowing you to walk back to your home. At first Bast seemed adamant on staying here with her priest, but you managed to sway her enough to convince her that staying away from her priest would keep suspicions about her returns to a minimum. For being an all powerful ancient goddess, Bast certainly does seem to buy into what people say fairly quickly. Perhaps it’s not her being gullible, but rather her just… going with the flow? It’s hard to say really.
Written by Kolaghan on 04 August 2018
Back Home
Once back at your place it doesn’t take long for Bast to begin reprimanding you. Every little detail that is not exactly to her liking is nitpicked without remorse. She nags both internally and externally as you flop onto the couch to try and escape this nightmare for a while. Once she finds that you’re not going to egg her on by arguing or grovel and beg for forgiveness she simply drops the matter all together and goes quiet.
From there she does ask you a few questions, mostly about the world and its state of being. Questions like “How is the Roman Empire doing?” and “Have horses become obsolete yet?” There’s almost a cuteness to her curiosity, a strange disconnect that makes you forget she’s an immortal goddess wearing your body like a Halloween costume. You answer her questions to the best of your ability and appease her wonder for the most part.
“You know what they say about cats and curiosity,” you joke casually after she begins to ask yet another question.
“...Yes! Of course I do!” Bast reaffirms in as unaffirmative a way imaginable.
“It’s that curiosity killed the cat,” you respond with a roll of your eyes.
“Blasphemy! No feelings of curiosity would ever kill me! I am eternal! I am-”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s called a figure of speech! Lighten up…”
“Are you calling me heavy?! I’ll have you know this is your body so if it’s out of shape that’s all on you!” You feel your arms cross as Bast huffs indignantly in your head. Is this really a goddess or some kid?
“Another figure of speech. We’ll have to work on those, you obviously don’t have the nuances of the English language hammered out,” you take a deep breath and shut your eyes for a moment. That moment stretches on for a while though, your eyes refuse to open as the warm embrace of sleep begins to creep over you.
“...What’s English?” Bast’s question almost pierces the veil of sleep, but not quite. You drift off, carting her active mind with you to dreamland as you forget about all your worries and simply sleep.
Written by Kolaghan on 07 August 2018
Africa
When you wake up things just aren’t right. First things first: you’re lying on the ground, and not just the carpeted floor of your apartment. No, you’re lying in a grassy outdoors area, one that definitely doesn’t look like anywhere near home. If you had to venture a guess as to where you are you’d have to say Africa. From the sprawling grasslands, to the warmth around you, to the antelope bounding in the distance… it’s a fairly safe bet you’re in the continent of Africa. You’d assume this is some insane dream or something, but after everything you’ve been through so far, you’re not even phased by this.
The next thing you notice is your body. You’re not you anymore, you’re in that body from before again. It feels strangely warm, your tail flicks behind you lazily as you come to your senses. That sensitive nose of yours takes in the scents and smells of the world around you. Maybe if you weren’t stuck as a female cat you’d enjoy the sensory and strength enhancements, but this is all still a little too much for you to deal with right now.
This time Bast hasn’t even done you the favor of letting you keep your own, if a bit ill fitting clothes. Instead you’re dressed like you’re straight from a hieroglyph. Your shapely body is clad in a soft white dress of Egyptian cotton, necklaces adorn your neck as bracelets do your wrists. Even your feline ears are pierced, each one having a small golden ankh dangling from it. It’s a fitting look for your body but definitely nothing you’d ever want to be caught dead wearing.
“So, Bast,” you managed to say after several minutes, “why am I in your body again and, maybe more importantly, why the hell are we in Africa?!”
“Ah, so you recognize Africa, good, an educated host.” Bast replies, seemingly ignoring your questions.
“Yes, good for me, now give me some kind of an explanation!”
“Very well, do not lose your temper my host,” Bast retorts as she stands the two of you up. It seems like Bast is going to be in the driver’s seat for a while, given how she didn’t even ask to take control of motor functions. “This is merely a test of our combined power.”
“So what, you just wanted to test if you can teleport?”
“That’s a part of it, yes,” says Bast, “but the real test is right over that ridge…”
Written by Kolaghan on 10 August 2018
Poachers
Bast leads you over to the ridge in question. As the two of you peer over, it becomes clear what she’s referring to. There’s a group of men, five to be exact, sitting around and drinking as they clean their rifles. Four of the men are obviously tourists. They’re middle aged white guys dressed up in khaki clothes and pith helmets. The fifth man seems to be a guide of sorts, a younger looking African man leaning against the party’s jeep.
“Who are they?” You ask. For a split second you worry about giving away your position but it seems like Bast controls the vocal cords too, for your question only echoes in your thoughts.
“Poachers, humans who paid gross amounts of money to illegally hunt. And do you know what creature it is they aim to hunt this day?” Bast asks, her words also internalized. It’s like a telepathic conversation almost.
“No… And honestly I have no idea how you’d know either…” You reply.
“Lions,” she says in a flat, bitter tone. “Their aim is to slaughter a pride of lions and take their carcasses as trophies!”
“Oh… Do you have like, some psychic connection with lions or something? I still don’t know how you found these guys.”
“It doesn’t matter!” Bast exclaims, “these foolish men will be the perfect practice for our powers. I will not force you to to do the act yourself, you may simply use this time as a chance to observe and learn. Now then, let us begin!”
Written by Kolaghan on 14 August 2018