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?
Illustrated by Catprog
Written by catprog on 01 April 2003
There is a table with a sign saying
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
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
((Hello everyone, I am Lorik and this is my first time to post on an interactive storyline. I do have a fairly lengthy story piece planned out to post to this thread, one a day until its done, but do feel free to branch out on it wherever you like. I am not sure how many branches are allowed to a single post though, so if you are wanting to branch off of the most recent post I made please make sure there is a slot still open for me to continue :)(From admin: Unlimited Posts (although only 5 to start of with)) Also, please feel free to email me at LorikFurdin@yahoo.com if you have ideas or suggestions you would like to see in the storyline I am writing as I really love taking requests and the like. Well without further ado...))
((Changes in this episode: Male human to female liontaur))
As you browse through the shop an interesting trinket catches your eye. Hanging on a peg in a dusty, rather forgotten corner of the building is an ornately jewelled amulet. The actual ornament hanging from the silvery chain is a small circle, perhaps the length of your index finger in diameter. The perimeter is a silver metallic ring that holds a vibrant blue disk of some odd type of rock you have never seen before. Holding it up to the light causes the same shade of bright blue light to be cast on you as the stone seems to filter light somewhat like glass, though its not nearly as transparent.
The focal point of the amulet however, is a bright red stone image of a fang. It has a gentle curve to it, and the tip of it is very sharp in appearance. All in all you decide that the amulet is definitely an interesting artifact that is worth further investigation. You take it to the front of the shop and present it to the shopkeeper. He studies you for a moment and then announces that the amulet will cost you a mere five dollars.
You are slightly surprised but you figure the amulet is just some sort of costume jewelery anyway, considering the shop you found it in. You pay for the amulet then slip it over your head and around your neck and head back home.
By the time you return to your home the sun has already set so you make yourself a light dinner, watch TV for a few hours and head to bed, still wearing the amulet. That night you have a peculiar dream where you are running through the forest as fast as you can, practically flying across the ground and you keep looking back and seeing a lot of men from some sort of tribe chasing you with spears.
Every time they get you trapped against a wall and one of them is coming at you with a rope. The moment he grabs you though you always wake up.
The third time this occurs you can no longer sleep at all. You feel hot and agitated and your boxers feel uncomfortably tight.
You stand up next to your bed and stretch, tugging at the boxers to try to relieve the pressure but its no good. It just gets worse and worse. Suddenly you hear a soft tearing as the cloth of your boxers starts to give away along the seems. Suddenly it does and they flutter to the ground and you look down in utter shock to see that your waist is covered in soft white fur!
You yelp in fright and start to run toward the phone to call for help, but you feel an odd pressure on your feet and tumble forward as you can no longer step properly. Looking back you see that your feet are lengthening and becoming more slender as soft tan fur spreads across them. You reach down to feel them and much to your surprise you discover thick leather pads have already developed on their underside and not only can you feel the fur with your fingertips, but you feel a slightly pleasant sensation in your paw/foot as your fur is rubbed by your hand.
You gently squeeze the paw and are shocked to see lethal claws slowly slide out of each blunt furry toe. You try to rise again but find this impossible as your hips shift and oddly you can feel them start to move backward at an odd angle as two bits of pressure form in your lower body where your legs begin from your waist.
As you stare, the two lumps press down and begin to take shape, forming two slender furry legs complete with the forepaws of a lion at the end. You reach down to stroke the new fur as you can feel your back legs still being pushed away from you as you develop a long slender leonine body between the two sets of furry feline legs.
Hesitantly you rise to all fours, looking back at the lion body, now complete with gentle swaying tail.
But the changes aren't quite finished. You feel a cool chill sweep over you as you feel an odd burning under your tail, and your skin softens noticeably followed by a very strange change indeed. You begin to feel a soft pressure against your shirt and you look down as you see two firm breasts pushing out against your night shirt, leaving you very distinctly female.
Finally you feel a slight stinging on your slender feline belly as four feline teats develop, and the new mounds on your chest tingle slightly and you find yourself purring as you pad clumsily into the bathroom, staring down at the bulge in your shirt in shock. You've become a leotauress. Now you just have to decide what to do first...
((Hope this wasn't too long... but I wanted to have a good plotset ^^)
Illustrated by catprog
Written by LorikFurdin on 13 May 2005
The next morning...
No Tfs this time. Also please feel free to email requests for things to happen in the story! I don't plan far ahead so ideas can be used as early as the next day. Please feel free to make requests. It makes this a bit more of a challenge and a lot more fun for me :) LorikFurdin@yahoo.com)
Clumsily you pad back over to your bed and climb in, practically having to drag your feline rump up behind you before curling the slender lioness body up under the comforter and falling asleep on the pillow.
The next morning you wake to sunlight filtering in through the blinds and landing across your bed, warming you to activity. You rise slowly and stretch then flinch at the strange sting your tightened shirt causes on your chest. Without thinking you reach down and cup your chest, blushing from the strange but pleasurable feeling of your breasts being touched. Embarrassed you quickly pull your hands away and sigh as you lift up the comforter and gaze down at the slender feline portion of you lounging on the soft sheets. You have to admit its very relaxing and it takes you quite a bit of time to coax your feline half into rising and clambering out of the bed. After several frustrating minutes of trying to get the sheets untangled from your out of reach hind paws you pad into the bathroom and look at the shower for a few minutes before deciding that bathing is a problem you'll have to deal with much later.
With a slight sigh you leave your room and hesitantly pad out into the hallway. Your family is gone to your sister's band contest for the weekend and fortunately you weren't forced to go because it was so far away.
Nervously you make your way into your sister's room and you do something you never though you'd do before. You rifle through her drawers and finally produce a shirt and bra. Looking down at the tight looking stretch to the shirt you've selected from your own wardrobe you're fairly certain that within the next couple hours you'll have wished you had never worn it. Nervously you slip your shirt off and with a heavy sigh you fit the bra over your new chest and spend a good five minutes fumbling with the clips on the back of it before you finally get it fastened in place and are able to put the entire business behind you by slipping on one of your sister's shirts. Still feeling strange you make your way downstairs to try to decide how to tackle this new situation.
Its definitely the strangest thing that's happened to you in the course of your life and you're honestly just a bit relieved that your lower body seems to operate so easily. As though your mind was altered to know how to manoeuvre as a liontauress. Finally you reach the kitchen and stand in the door with your tail swaying gently back and forth as you study the room's contents and try to plan your next move.
Written by LorikFurdin on 20 May 2005
You call your friend Jake.