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(What makes a dojo? Most would say that a true "dojo" comes from the lands of the Orient, a place where, nestled between the stands of bamboo and fields of rice, students of this region sought in days of old to undertake an inward journey, a quest to find their potential through the martial arts.

 

In the days of old, the dojo was a place of strength, a community of fighters all learning every day, from the youngest white belt to the masters who taught them.

 

(But as the world grew older, the race of men grew more intelligent, building upon the teachings of their past and with the materials of their lands. Crude rafts made of sticks became barnacle-crusted vessels of wood and pitch and sail, and then powerful slicing ships of metal and smoke. The concept of a man taking to the air began as a dreamer's whimsy, became sketches of propellers and wings under the hands of a wise inventor, then turned into a rickety craft powered by the love of two brothers, finally taking flight as a biplane, and then huge commercial aircraft. With bits of plastic and wires, men became able to use the air to keep in contact with each other, and with their tools finally connected all the world together, for better or worse.

 

(In this age, nothing has to be stationary, or confined to one country. Connected, mankind can enjoy each others' culture, no matter where they may live. People are coming and going as regularly as the coming and going of the seasons... and, it turns out, some take their buildings with them.)

 

Colorado, the present, somewhere high in the Rocky Mountains. The Lotus Pond Dojo, a building the size of a Super Wal Mart. An equally large basement extends below, although no one has ever catalogued all the hidden passages...

 

(Tobuo Kakoemetsu is regarded by his students as the greatest teacher of ninjitsu to ever have lived, even though they usually can't name any others who hold that title.

 

Decades ago this old, humble master decided to leave his homelands and bring his gift to America... the gift of teaching ninjitsu. His reasons are yet unclear, although it's clear he loves to teach. His teaching manages to be both gentle yet unyielding, demanding utter obedience yet letting the spirit flourish. He is a master of his craft, and in training the most lethal assassins he instills in them the desire to preserve and protect life unless all else fails. A tall, old man, lithe and frail-looking, his eyes appear forever closed with age, but they crinkle kindly, and his gnarled hands never fail to offer whatever is needed, be it a spanking or a warm cup of saki.

 

(This man is your teacher. For reasons you've kept secret in your heart, you've sought his training when you were just a very young adult. For many years you have studied the arts of ninjitsu, and you don't regret a single day spent doing so.

 

Your belt has changed color many times, and we join you now a few days before you'll take your test to achieve the second highest rank at the dojo: the Red Belt, the Fledgling Ninja. In addition to your formal test, you must perform an act of ninjitsu.

 

Usually, students will go to the modern cities at the base of the mountains and perform acts of silent espionage, or a token theft from a heavily guarded safehouse (the goods are, of course, returned after you've shown them to Sensei Tobuo). You, however, have chosen a different tactic: you will sneak into the
Sensei's own storage room, nestled here within the school. Rumors among the students say your master keeps wondrous things in there: unbreakable swords that bond themselves to their masters, herbs that somehow allow a person to breathe underwater, and even nameless tools that true ninja masters used in the old days to perform nigh undetectable spy work. They say the things in there could let a man scale walls like a squirrel, slip through cracks like a snake, or even fly through castle windows. Even more the students don't know about could lie there as well. Your mission is to steal one of these tools and display it to your master the next morning.

 

You're not worried about his reaction; if you fail, he'll praise your initiative. If you succeed... well, you value your master's pride in you more than anything, and the vision of his proud smile fills you with hope. So, stretch your muscles and prepare, Orange Belt, and let us join you in your chambers as you prepare, on the night of your raid...)

 

Lotus Pond Dojo

 

Written by Mr.Peaches and the community of catprog.tfcentral.com

 

You finish tightening your black clothes down, making sure there's nothing that could get caught on anything. You're in your quarters--a small room lined with Japanese style. Your tatami mat is rolled up in the corner.

 

The light of a stand of candles you made yourself gives everything a warm yellow glow. Your heart is pounding; this is bold, what you're doing--very bold. Even though you tell yourself you won't get in real trouble if you're (probably) caught, you're anxious. I mean... this stuff is *bold.*

 

You shake your head and clear your mind of your fear, only to have the candle light catch your gaze. You're reminded of your recent dreams, off the subject of your raid but still important to you nonetheless. You were performing amazing ninjitsu feats in those dreams, but your body was... different, a little different every time you dreamt. The dreams always ended with a jet of fire streaming out of darkness and consuming you. As the dream repeated night after night, the fire went from feeling agonizing, then painful, then uncomfortable, then pleasant, then invigorating. A few of your closest friends have reported similar experiences. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? You've been meaning to discuss them with Sensei Tobuo, but you've been so focused on your studies that by the time you remember you wanted to talk with him, it's very late in the evening and he's retired to his chamber for sleep, although you half-suspect that he doesn't even need to sleep anymore. What a mysterious dream, though...

 

From the candlelight your eyes are drawn out the window to a tiny, tiny speck of brilliance on a hill far down the mountainside, on a totally different ridge. For days now, you and your fellow students have been secretly spying on a group of college-age people snowboarding in the mountains--six males and three females. You've gathered that one of them won some great sponsorship for something, and now they could afford to take their friends on the boarding trip of their lives. So that's what they were doing, and growing closer to the dojo by the day. Although you know they don't know it's there, vigilance is needed. The school is cunningly hidden against the boarders, although at the end of the day, people coming across the dojo aren't much of a big deal. If someone actually finds Lotus Pond,Tobuo usually treats the guest like a king and tries to recruit them to the school. More than one of your fellow students came that way.

 

But these players, the dream and the boarders, are distractions from your task at hand. Maybe Fate will bring them into your circle, and maybe not. You clear your mind and put out the candles. Standing in the cool night air just on the other side of your room's sliding paper door, you visualize your dojo. Both the upper and lower levels are the size of a Super Wal-Mart, filled with tight, twisting paths and rooms of all kinds.

 

The rooms are roughly arranged in a sort of bull's eye pattern: student rooms line the outside, a hallway runs between, another layer of rooms comes next, another hallway lies beyond those, etc. The stairs to the lower level lie in the center of the upper floor. You must make it to those stairs, down to the basement, and then search around for the room you've never seen.

 

Patrolling every hallway is one of your fellow students, training their senses to detect an intruder's approach. If you are seen, alarms will be raised and your task will fail. You can't, of course, use lethal force.

 

Most students will be trying to conceal themselves, as well. Every one that sees you will tell Tobuo that they did when you present the artifact from the Master's Room, lowering your "grade" and honor.

 

Thinking over the massive obstacles between you and your goal, you can't help feeling overwhelmed. But, on you will go.

 

[Now,] you think to yourself, [how to start...]



Written by Mr.Peaches on 18 July 2006

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You decide that a bit of otherworldly help never hurt anyone. Thankfully there was a small shrine in your room for such a purpose. But there were so many potential spirits, which one would you choose? Perhaps praying to Amaterasu herself? She was the most powerful of the Kami, but what you needed right now wasn’t sunlight. What about a Gashadokuro? A large skeleton arising in the courtyard would be the perfect distraction for your wandering classmates. But that wasn’t very stealthy, now, is it? You racked your mind for potential suggestions until one stuck out to you. The Kitsune. They were mischievous spirits, known for their wily antics and intelligence. Plus their ability to shapeshift would come in handy… if they would lend it to you. With this in mind, you lit up some incense and began to pray to the kitsune, making clear to the spirit that there were rewards to be earned from helping you. After a few minutes of praying a voice picked up in your ear. “Treasure you say? Tell me the details.”

 

Your head snapped back and forth instinctively, you did not see anyone there. “Who are you?” You say as you started to check around the room, another protege could have been playing a trick on you. “Call me Kasumi, your neighborhood Kitsune.” She said just as you pulled the closet open to check for a hiding student.

 

“Kasumi, huh? Well assuming you aren’t one of the girls from the other dormitory, I’m trying to get into my master’s storeroom. If I take one of his treasures and present it to him then I’ll surely go up a belt.”

 

“And you need my help to get there. Well, that sounds good and all but I don’t see where I would profit from this.”

 

“You can have something from the store room. My master never goes in there anyways, I’m sure he wouldn’t miss some trinket.”

 

“Now you're speaking my language! I’m just going to have to ask one small thing in exchange for my help.”

 

You raised an eyebrow at this, you were already promising them a treasure in exchange for their help. A treasure that you had no idea if your Master would not notice it’s absence. The stakes were high but you decided to hear them out. “What else do you want?”

 

“Your body.” Kasumi’s inflection sounded diabolical. “But only temporarily. I’ll inhabit your body and do all the heavy lifting. All you have to do is watch. Once we’ve got the treasure, i’ll take my piece and go.”

 

Your body? It was a big ask to relinquish control of it, even for a few minutes. Kasumi could wreak untold havoc in your name. Or this is exactly what you needed. Perhaps you didn’t have the skills to make it on your own but Kasumi does. There also was the possibility that another spirit could have the boon you were looking for without the stipulation of losing control of your body.

 

This choice could have massive ramifications on your own life, you need to choose wisely.



Written by The Futa Guy on 24 April 2023

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"I'll do it." You say. "Take over my body." You dry swallow and steel yourself for what is to come. When Kasumi speaks next it feels as if she’s inside your skull. "Good choice, you won’t regret it." Suddenly, what felt like a gust of air rushed up your knows and you felt your body turn limp. Your head went slack on your shoulders as well. You tried to send a nerve impulse to move something on your body but found that it was impossible.

 

Instead, something else brought your head up. There was someone else inhabiting your brain now. "Ah, so this what a teenage boy feels like." Your words left your lips but you did not say them. It clicked for you that you had been possessed, Kasumi was speaking.

 

She moved your body around, stretching and getting used to its eccentricities. "You’re kinda stiff. You call yourself a ninja." She said with raised eyebrow. She even felt up your nethers, something you weren’t exactly comfortable with.

 

"Oh, this won’t do! How am I supposed to move with this thing flopping about! I think I’m gonna have to make a few cosmetic changes."

 

Cosmetic? You never signed up for this! Would they be permanent? Could she even hear you?

 

"I can hear you in there and please don’t be mad. You agreed to have me do anything to get you your precious promotion didn’t you?" You waltzed over to the mirror and Kasumi posed a choice to you.

 

"I at least let you decide which form we take on. Something more matronly? Older, wiser, taller, thicker." She emphasized the last part especially. "Or something… your size. Same age, a hit with all the guys."

 

"With all the guys?" You didn’t exactly understand what she was putting down but you knew had to pick what felt right.



Written by The Futa Guy on 01 May 2023

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“An older woman? I like the way you think, those boys won’t know what hit 'em.”

 

Woman? You watched in shock as she snapped your fingers and suddenly you had something very different between your legs. Your body began to grow taller, putting you two heads taller than you were. Your feet had shrunk to the point of needing to discard your shoes. They looked so small and dainty now. Your hair grew out next, falling to your butt. It also turned a deep silver color, giving you a much older appearance. Your thighs expanded out, becoming more shapely and your butt was now significantly noticeable in your profile. As you expected your chest grew next, producing a large enough bosom that nearly bust your robes open!

 

There was a part of you that was genuinely curious about these new features but you couldn’t even feel them, thanks to Kasumi’s possession.

 

The last thing to transform was your face which had become more angular and sharp, giving you the look of a forty-year-old woman with a lifetime of experience behind her eyes.

 

Why? Why did you need to do this?

 

“You’ll see. Let’s get a move on shall we?” Kasumi said as she left your room and entered the hallway. It was empty save for the torches lighting the wall. You moved quietly through the winding halls until you came to a fork.



Written by The Futa Guy on 03 May 2023

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Turning right down the hallway, you immediately locked eyes with a patrolling student.What bad luck!

 

“Halt! Who goes there!” The student was considerably shorter than you were now, and in your elder form you saw him less as a contemporary and ore as a child.

 

Drat. Kubo! Which was his name. He was always someone who took their ninja training far too seriously and now here he was pointing a sword at you.

 

You put your hands up calmly and Kubo took a step back, blinking twice at you. If you didn’t know any better you would say that he was getting smitten.

 

“Relax. Young Protege, I’m a guest of your master.” Kasumi explained.

 

“A guest? He never said anything about any guest.” Kubo asked with suspicion.

 

“Did he not? Hmm, he must be forgetting in his old age.” Kasumi explained. “I’m Master Kasumi. Sensei Tobuo wanted me to come and teach a few guest lessons.”

 

“What school are you from?”

 

“East Wind Ninja Academy.”

 

“What are you doing in the boy's dorms?”

 

“I got a little lost and was hoping that you could show me to your Sensei’s room.”

 

“His home? In the middle of night? Shouldn’t you go to the girl's dorms until sunrise?”

 

Stop asking so many questions! You and Kasumi both yelled in your head. “Do you always question your elders?” You sauntered forward, swinging your hips, and bent down to his level, making him gasp.

 

“No, but-”

 

“Just let me go about my business, boy. Perhaps there will be something in it for you.” You poked his chest flirtatiously.

 

“A-alright.” Kubo backed off. “I would be willing to bring you to the stairs but I can’t really go any farther than that.”

 

We don’t need his help getting to the stairs, just tell him to go away. You really didn’t want to have to deal with dragging Kubo around but at the end of the day it was Kasumi’s decision, not yours.



Written by The Futa Guy on 05 May 2023

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“Sure, I was thinking that I would need an assistant,” Kasumi said, she enjoyed having power over the nervous brat. “However, I’d like to get to the stairs without the other students knowing. Don’t want the surprise spoiled that they’ll have a guest teacher.”

 

“R-right. There’s a secret passageway that can take you straight there. “I’ll show it to you.” He leads you into a nearby room where there’s a hatch on the ground.

 

You now have an understanding of what Kasumi wanted when she turned into this form. You had your fellow student in the palm of your hand with the sexy teacher aesthetic but you didn’t think it would work on everyone, which is why taking this passage was the safer bet.

 

“You first.” You say and Kubo merely nods and descends down below. You follow after him to find yourself needing to bend your head down, to walk through it. The pathway was lit with small lanterns, allowing you to see where you were going.

 

After a few minutes of walking in one direction and coming to a junction, Kubo stopped. You were about to ask what was wrong before you heard footsteps.

 

Someone was coming.

 

There was an alcove to your right. You could hide there while Kubo dealt with the issue or you could tackle it head-on.

 

The choice is yours.



Written by The Futa Guy on 07 May 2023


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