Reality Hopping
In this story you can hop between realities following these rules:
No more then
- 1 a Day
- 6 a Week
- 20 every 4 weeks
- 50 every 12 weeks
- 180 every 48 weeks
These measurements are based on your home reality.
Your home reality is the one where you start your journey from.
When you hop to another reality you switch your mind with anybody who is there already.
If you hop to a different reality then your home reality from another reality then:
Reality 3 contains you.
Reality 2 contains the person from reality 3
Your home reality contains the person from reality 2
If someone dies then the person whose reality he/she home reality changes to that of the person who died. (Using the example above , if the person in your home reality dies your home reality becomes reality 2. If the person in reality 2 dies then the home reality of the person from reality 2 becomes
3.)
Written by Catprog on 22 August 2004
Life as a Hero (almost)
You find yourself in a pub. No particular description at all but it has all the features of a standard pub. Dancing girls, old angry Scottish bartender and a shadowy figure in the corner. Yep and here you are just standing there in street clothes. Or at least thats what you thought you were in. You look down and your cloaked. You have on a brown cloak with one button securing it close. Where do you go from here?
Written by Razortail on 20 September 2005
Non human character
As you shuffle around the bar you realise that you are a non human character disguised as a human.
So what exactly are you?
Written by catprog on 09 April 2007
Sphinx Necklace
You notice a necklace with what looks like a sphinx on it sitting against your chest. It depicts a slender body of a lioness, with its legs seated beneath itself and one front paw lifted, connected to the head of a beautiful woman with her features sharp with high cheekbones and full, pouty lips and hair flowing down to the side in a cascade of natural, flowing waves. Tall, curved wings lift from the sphinx's back and full breasts sit out from her chest. A long tail curls beneath and circles the entire amulet to form a circular shape.
The metal of the amulet glints in the sun, tantalizing for a moment. In the eye, inset into the metal, something sparkles like a diamond. You reach up, planning to run a finger over the smooth surface of the intricate carved figure out of curiousity, but the instant your fingertip touched the metal, something starts to change.
Within seconds, the fingers outstretched towards the necklace have thickened. A sudden tingling starts to prickle all over the surface of your hand. Claws sprouted out from where fingernails used to sit, thinning and sharpening before they come to a point. Both eyes widen, a quick glance revealing that no one else in the bar has noticed at this point. The Scottish bartender has entered into an engaging and blustery conversation with a burly, drunk patron who hunches over a large mug, splashing droplets of his ale over the surface of the counter while the bartender sweeps it up with a rag, an endless cycle. The figure cloaked in the corner hasn't looked up from whatever is keeping them still, quiet there. The girls clustered together and sprinkled throughout the bar are occupied, sweeping or flirting with the richest man there who seems to have a heavy coat pocket that jingles when one, busty but aged courtesan leans into his side. You gulp once, turning your body a bit to reinspect your hand only to see that the entire palm has thickened. What before was a five-digit, palm and finger combination has melded together. The palm seemed to swallow up the fingers into a tight paw!
Then, fur in a wave washes over the back of your hand right before your eyes growing tufts of hair in a golden shade of tan. Before your wide eyes, the fur thickens around the wrist until it's built up into a tuft of cream-colored fur. Then, up the rest of the arm the fur continues to grow, stripes streak over the arm in a soft brown shade before the shoulder is speckled with darker, brown splotches like the transformation is testing different feline patterns before the fur balanced into a caramel tan shade evenly down the rest of the back.
A churning sensation stirs in your stomach, a nausea rising up through your frame and bubbling in the back of your throat as something deep inside rearranges itself. The magic in the amulet tears through your system for another second before changes explode everywhere at once at twice the speed of the one original point of transformation.
Legs begin to pop and re-form. Where before you'd been standing up, casually wandering through the bar on two feet in an upright motion, your body is pitching you forward now. They shorten before the joints start to move, changing your stance forcefully and suddenly. Toppling over, the dirt off the musky bar floor puffs up into your face in a spray before you twist over, watching as your legs reform into something inhuman. The thud of you hitting the wooden boarding of the quiet bar sends every eye spinning in your direction.
Instead of standing up tall, your back arches onto all fours. Then, still turned, you see the start of something on your back. Through the shirt you wear, sudden nubs rip through before arms outstretch from your back, now wings!
Massive, feathered wings spread out from your back, shoving you up over onto your stomach as they flap madly, not under control. The feathers ripple, only causing a louder fuss as everyone stares at what's happening to you. The sensation of them watching is obvious and your skin nearly crawls with the weight of their confusion on you. In fact, you're starting to feel the building tension of fear in the room. People don't understand what is happening, you don't even understand it, and it's frightening them.
The fur continues too, rippling down the entire length of your body. It itches madly, sprouting out through the skin at an increased rate so that it seems to be a blur down your back. You feel your skin prickle and pinch with the growth of each one, but at the rate they grow it feels like a wave of pinpricks down the length of your entire back through both legs. At the same time, your feet are morphing into paws. Your boots seem to just flop off in the mess of changing as your fingernails begin to narrow, rolling up into points that tear the leather. The claws catch at the thick materials, sharp enough to tug through and break away the boots that crumble needlessly to the floor.
Suddenly, as though the transformation already occurring isn't enough, a sudden stirring drops your eyes to your chest in top to see as the skin seems to inflate. Growing, right before your eyes, breasts replace your pectorals. They grow and grow, swelling against your chest and then settled, bouncing once as the nipple puffs out from their softly furred surface.
Looking down further, watching as the transformed legs tore off any pants you might have worn, the gender transformation becomes complete. Your shaft melts away, shrinking down to become only the nub of a clit hidden between two, velvety furred lower lips instead. Atop your head, hair is spilling down in waves as it grows. Long, golden locks graze against the ground as your twist, finally finding a way to hunch on hands and feet though even then everything feels unstable. Your usual method of planting your feet down onto the ground nearly hurts, but sends a definite jolt of discomfort through your body. The legs wobble beneath you, as all around a commotion is exploding. The people in the bar have realized that something unusual is occurring where you huddle against a wobbling chair. Your legs shake when you try to shove up into a standing position.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 05 July 2015
The patrons
"What the bloody hell?" Someone blurted, the burly man from the bar, rising up from where he sat at the bar and slamming down a heavy mug. An air of intoxication and anger washes off of him. In turn, the barkeep looks at you too now, with his hands wretching his apron with a huff as though to say, "Not again!"
"What is that?" A woman shouted, her dress fluttering at her ankles when she stumbled backwards shocked and scared at your appearance. You reach for the necklace again, but it's fallen! Your eyes sweep over the floor, but suddenly your senses are overwhelmed with their increased prowess. As a Sphinx, your eyes have begun to shift to the vision of a feline. The colors are fading out of the world around you while the smells are taking on a new, sharp clarity.
The bar, while before just smelled of alcohol and musky dirt, now seems to explode with the scents. You smell the honey in the mead, sickeningly sweet from where it brews behind the bar in massive containers. You smell the sweat of the man at the bar, lumbering closer with his fists clenched. It beads on his forehead, but from the intensity of the smell filling your nose, filling your mind- you'd swear he was sitting on top of you. You smell the meat over the spit in the back room, a boar rubbed with herbs that's starting to crackle with heat. It makes your mouth water instantly, a sudden hunger exploding through your body. You smell the couple that's made love in the upstairs in of this establishment. You can smell the earthy scent of sex on them. You smell the courtesan in the corner's perfume, thick and overly flowery to mask her age which you can also smell like the stench of death from one unfortunate drinker here.
You head starts to pound with the overload of information coming in while you still search for the necklace, but it's no where to be found. All you see are the legs of the tables and chairs, the clumps of dust and hair that's gathered despite the barkeep's wife incessant sweeping throughout the night. The amulet is no where to be found! You try to turn to see it, but sudden motion jolts you into freezing still.
"A Sphinx! They bring nothing but trouble!" The burly man from the bar lunges forward towards you, inches away from contact. You stumble back, but the strange legs buckle beneath you as you try to stand. You grab for a table to steady yourself, but instead your claws rake through the wood, leaving deep furrows. Your back doesn't want to straighten, sending you slumping forward against towards the dusty floor. Your head is pounding. You back is aching. Everything is flooding your senses at once.
"We can corner it! Trap it and go for the wings!"
"The wings?! What about the claws? It will tear us to shreds!"
"It?" you think, realizing that you have been downgraded to an animal status, a dangerous piece of wildlife. For a second, you almost feel stung by their comment before they lunge forward towards you again, hands groping for weapons.
"Avoid them and just try to wound it!"
"Agh!" you cry, searching again for the amulet only to stumble on your strange feet when you stamp them down to hard. Slipping forward, you plant both of your front feet onto the ground to settle onto all four legs.
"You've angered it!" The woman cried; her voice shrill and cracking in the confined space.
Written by Picklessauce69 on 11 July 2015
Escape
"No! No!" You try to say, thinking perhaps if you just say something then they'd understand how overwhelmed you are too, but your voice comes out graveled and deep with an aura of power about it. The words seemed to garble, and you lose the train of thought. Instead, a sudden remembrance of old riddles fills your mind. You suddenly have knowledge of the responses to every famous line or every bar room game you've played. Your head pounds harder, a headache brewing.
What walks on four legs in the morning, two all day, and three in the evening?
"I have to get of here" you think, trying to pinpoint the door in the mess of people. You lurch towards it, finding a strange rhythm between the disjointed legs and your long arms to move towards the door in the front of the building, but then you remember, "The necklace!" Without that, you have no idea how to change back!
You look for it again on the floor. The dust you kicked up changing has seemed to resettle, and you can't find the necklace anywhere! But, with the pounding in your head, you can barely focus enough to look for it.
With your headache brewing, at the same time, something inside of you is churning with this new found knowledge. Your mind is trying to digest it before you've escape this current predicament.
Man, man is the answer.
Plus, on all sides, every patron has started to rise. The angry barman stands directly in front of you, chest heaving with his uproar as he thrusts a fist in the air. "Let's rid ourselves of it!" You turn, knowing escape is the only way to survive long enough to change back! Your legs tremor underneath you and the breasts on your chest bounce oddly to you, but you find yourself falling forward onto your front feet before repeating the awkward lunge until the door is before you. However, the knob suddenly seems a challenge all its own!
The more you take the more you leave behind.
Your paw clumsily slams into the door, claws raking at the wood without success before with a guttural cry you slam your shoulder into it, feeling a shudder shoot through your lion portion. But, the door swung open, and you tumble into the night air. The people of the bar are hurrying after you though, so you race forward into the night. Somehow, the people from the bar seem to have doubled in numbers and obtained rattling pitchforks clinked and clanked together with every one of their lumber advances. Throughout their jumbled ranks, someone supplied lanterns from the bar, but from your distance they could be the torches of old- lit to chase down devils.
Blindly, you lope awkwardly towards the cover of the trees across the dirt path and pause within the cover of the thick foliage. There, chest heaving, you finally sit down. The men from the bar quickly lost their steam and headed back to the stools and mugs, but you are now left sitting outside in a strange form without the necklace for your disguise.
Footsteps.
Your eyes tip back down to inspect yourself. Your vision has balanced now, not completely colorless, though the colors are faded and dulled as though feline and human vision melded into one. Your chest is covered in a very thin layer of fur, barely velvet down the swell of large breasts, each topped with a perky, hard nipple. From there, your body becomes more animal with thick paws replacing your feets and the squatted, powerful legs of a lion. A long, slender tail sways behind your seat. Then, folded in against your back, are the wings. You focus on lifting them, finding that they spread out to have multiple layers and colors. White rims the edge but leads into a portion of brilliant turquoise down to a dusty orange. For a long second, you just stare down at the form. Everything feels alien. Your form has changed. You gender has changed, and you don't know how to change back.
But perhaps, perhaps you can use this fear and this knowledge to your advantage. Your head is brimming with timeless riddles, all those of legend and current culture. Your chest puffs out, feeling both of the new breasts jostle against you. You have to find some familiarity in your form and use it, with some leverage, you should be able to find the amulet easily enough.
But first, what is it that you remember about Sphinxes?
You rack your brain, remembering the ancient stories of a Sphinx demanding a riddle for entrance to a city, otherwise she'd devour those who couldn't respond, but how would that get the amulet back?
In short, you knew it wouldn't. The only option was the retrieve it. Unless, that wasn't the only option. The Sphinxes of old had great power, demanded great respect- perhaps, instead of changing back you could take advantage of this new form and step into that role again. However, that'd be a dramatically new path, perhaps retrieving the amulet and changing back is smarter.
What will you do?
Written by Picklessauce69 on 18 July 2015
Remain a sphinx
Surprisingly, you find yourself puffing up at the idea of holding such power. In fact, what better could you have stumbled on in your journey than a chance to step back into a role of legendary power. Screw the amulet, you decide, remaining a Sphinx is an advantage if anything!
Having made your choice, the decision on how to proceed still stands. You begin stretching up your wings and feeling the ground with all four paws. You feel your steps rearranging slightly to fall naturally on the toes instead of the heels- like a true lion. You feel the small heft of the breasts on your chest now without surprise, though it still strikes you when you catch them down the length of your nose. You try to remember anything before the bar, but find that your whereabouts before that are foggy, even forgotten. So, you don't have any idea where to go. Instead you simply begin walking. With every step, weaving at the edge of the woods close enough to track the path without being caught unaware by anyone using it, you start to cross a long distance. The bar fades into the backdrop of the night until the morning seems to be kissing at the horizon. A warm, amber shade of orange is seeping out over the landscape, bring your form into a new light.
Once again, your eyes take in the sight of your mismatched body, but this time it doesn't seem so frightening. Instead, the massive spread of your wings, in their array of overlapping colors seems regal spread out behind you. Your huge, furred paws- each with a curved claw at their tip, are no longer clunky and unmanageable but a sign of your powerful, heft in this new form. The breasts swelling from your chest, covered in a thin veil of velveteen fur and the long, golden hair whispering against the ground are less alien now, more hypnotically beautiful. You find yourself puffing out your chest, straightening with a sense of pride. Then, you spot it.
You've neared the main entrance to a bustling trade district. It has tall, stone walls all around with a jutting statue on either side of the entrance. "If I sit there, demanding tolls to those who can't respond to a riddle, I'll amass a fortune in no time!" you nearly exclaim, though you quickly compose yourself and approach the wall before leaping up, wings flying outwards to catch the air and boost you up onto the ledge.
For a moment, your claws scrabble at the aging stone before finding yourself steady atop it. In the distance, you already see the light of lanterns cresting the hill you just marched up yourself. The creaking of their heavy carriage wheels echoes into the crisp morning air. You know this will be the first of the day's travelers.
Once they approach, you puff up and spread your wings in time to see the head driver's jaw go slack. "S-sir!" he cried, sending another set of eyes out from the back of the trailer. "It's a Sphinx!"
Written by Picklessauce69 on 15 August 2015
