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User:LurkingWolf/Puppy Virus

2011-08-14T23:22:56Z

LurkingWolf:

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{{title|name=Puppy Virus|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

Chaos was about to be unleashed on all the inhabitants of planet Earth, but on the eve of the sinister attack, someone was looking out for the rest of his fellow men.

Or rather, some ONES.

Reynalds stepped quickly through a maze of hallways. The halls didn't seem to go anywhere, but he knew where he was at any turn, and was quickly approaching his destination. He finally stepped into a giant room, every inch of it covered by some sort of technology. A solitary form sat in the middle of the room, shrouded in shadow but for the flickering lights from the screens around him.

"Give me a report!" the voice demanded before Reynalds had even had a chance to speak.

"Michael, you..." Reynalds began.

"SSSHHH!" Michael hissed from his seat. Reynalds sighed and rubbed his eyes. Michael suddenly yelled and dropped back deep into his rotating chair.

"Do you know what you have just done?" Michael asked once he had recovered his temper. Reynalds just shrugged. "You have caused my team to experience the ultimate failure!"

Reynalds sighed. "Mike, there's something a bit more important than that going on," he commented. He flicked a switch beside the door, and fluorescent lights slowly flickered to life.

Michael gave a muffled yell from his chair, but it was no use. Despite his best efforts, he had not yet found a way to grant access to the lights from the chair.

Reynalds sighed when he saw the screen in front of him, showing condensed highlights of the preceding deathmatch. "What was it this time?" he asked.

The muffled answer was barely intelligible. "$2000 towards a new gaming machine."

"Like you need one," Reynalds sighed. "All right, war's over, commander." He grabbed the corner of the comforter that Michael had wrapped himself in and walked in a circle around the revolving chair, slowly unraveling the bundle that contained the reluctant gamer.

"Focus," Reynalds said, reading from the page in his hand as the slim form of his friend slowly became visible. "All right, newsflash; Microsoft has had a major security breach."

"Another one?" Michael asked drily, bedraggled head coming into view. "Which department is it his time, XBox?"

"The whole ruddy thing," Reynalds responded.

"All of LIVE?" Michael asked, genuinely surprised. "That's even worse than usual."

Reynalds shook his head. "All of Microsoft,"' he clarified.

"Now that's funny," Michael commented, returning to his Ubuntu machine's desktop. "Where'd you get the headline?"

"My personal security filters," Reynalds said. "They caught it and I looked over the code myself. Still trying to fix it, though. Here, see for youself." He handed Michael the papers that he had printed off and Michael glanced over them.

Michael leafed through the papers one at a time. "Nice complex bit of code... Could take me a while to figure out what it's meant to be. By the way, how do you figure that all of Microsoft is compromised?"

Reynalds pointed to a string that spelled out, verbatim, "This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

"Subtle," Michael chuckled. "I'll see what I can dig up. See if you can't contact the major antivirus companies to start updating, one way or the other."

Reynalds nodded and stepped out of his friend's basement. Chances were, there would be a few infections before Reynalds could convince anyone to adopt his security code...

{{Separator|k}}

Reynalds was back later that morning after emailing or calling all the major security companies, minus Norton on which he had long since sworn vendetta. He had some responses, but had little clue how long it would be until they actually did anything. Even the more reliable companies had unreliable employees, so it was bound to be a while. Unless someone had accidentally had the proper stops in place, most of the companies would be crippled with the virus before they got anywhere.

The one thing Reynalds didn't know was exactly what effect the virus would have, and for that he went to Michael once again.

He returned to the basement, and again navigated the halls created by the odd twists in the basement's piping. As he walked into the room that his friend occupied, however, he found the papers with the code on them, laying unmarked on the desk beside the chair. If Michael had done anything to them, he would have reduced them to nothing more than red marks where there wasn't code already.

It didn't take Reynalds any time at all to find out why. His friend's wireless 360 controller sat on his seat, and the console tower was lit up and active, although Mike's screen had fallen asleep.

"Mike!" Reynalds called. "Get out here and translate this code!"

He heard no reply, but couldn't think of anywhere Michael would be at this time of the morning, the bathroom was empty, and that was the only place he would be other than his game room at this time of day.

"Mike!"

"Go away!"

Reynalds jumped. That wasn't Michael...

"All right, whoever you are, where's, Michael?" Reynalds demanded. Trying to track the voice. It had been close...

"It's me, I came down with something, now get out!" the voice responded.

"Michael's voice isn't even near that high... Or cute..." Reynalds said the last to himself more than to the voice, but the comment didn't escape the our person.

"DON'T CALL ME CUTE!" the voice demanded.

For the time being, Reynalds ignored the comment and stepped up beside the rotating chair. The voice had come from nearby...

As he leaned over with his hand on the chair, the voice came from straight above him.

"Don't touch thrrt!" The last word was muffled, and Reynalds was well aware as to why, as a pair of teeth clamped down around his hand as the final word came.

"Yah!" Reynalds jumped and knocked his head on the chair, and he dropped in a daze.

He came to with an odd sight in front of his eyes. A pair of deep brown eyes stared down at him, and he was momentarily unable to think of something to say.

"Hello, boy?" he said uncertainly, raising a hand to pet the puppy that stared down at him.

The puppy snapped at him. "Call me boy again on pain of death!" it said in the same voice Reynalds had heard earlier. At the sight of a talking dog, Reynalds might have fainted had the words not conflicted so comically with the voice.

"What the...?" Reynalds started.

"It's me, Michael. I think I know what our mystery virus does."

Reynalds dropped his jaw in surprise, but recovered as quickly as he could. "No way, no way a computer virus can do something like this. Where's the man behind the curtain, Mike? Your robot's nice, all right?"

"Not a robot!" the very infuriated German Shepherd puppy insisted. It hopped up on the rotating seat, swaying as it slowly turned under its paws, and pawed at the 360 controller. The screen woke back up, and Reynalds saw a very familiar message.

"This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

“I didn’t think that playing a quick death match would cause any trouble,” the puppy who claimed to be Michael explained. “My 360 decided to update in the middle of the match, though, and now look at me…”

Reynalds had to mentally kick himself to keep from laughing as the puppy sulked down into the rotating chair, looking so unbelievably cute throughout the action that it made Reynalds have to stifle a snicker.

“I heard that!” Michael said with a high pitched snarl. Even that was mangled by the little body into something too cute to be threatening, but Reynalds knew that, if this was really Michael, he didn’t want to challenge his resolve.

“All right,” Reynalds said. “If this happened to you, it has probably hit the ‘net too. Do you think you could switch over to your computer so I can check for other signs of trouble?”

“Just switch the RCA adapter,” the puppy responded. “My 360 won’t turn off now unless I unplug it, and I’m not going to bother with that. Just let me take care of this…” Michael took the controller in his mouth and hopped off of the chair. He deposited it in a corner, away from the reach of Reynalds should he accidentally reach for it. Reynalds hadn’t seen anything to indicate that touching a controller connected to a Microsoft product was the reason that his friend had been changed, but he wasn’t taking chances either.

Reynalds did as Michael instructed, and soon the computer’s output was displayed on the widescreen HDTV. He had his browser started quickly, and typed in a query about computer viruses in the search box. Just as he reached for the Enter key, the puppy’s voice rang out.

“Wait!”

It was too late. Reynalds hit the key before he could react to the warning. He quickly glanced over at the German Shepherd with confusion on his face.

“My internet provider reroutes all searches through Bing,” Michael said quietly. Reynalds looked back at the screen for a few moments as the page loaded.

“Maybe it was just Microsoft’s software,” Reynalds suggested. He was really trying to comfort himself more than making an actual theory, but he breathed a momentary sigh of relief when the normal Bing search page popped up.

Only it didn’t have the search results as it should have.

It had a message that said, “Bing is currently encountering technical difficulties, we apologize for the inconvenience.” Reynalds have a sigh of relief, but felt it stick in his throat as a popup ad appeared on his screen. It seemed to be some sort of console, as there was a running list of commands appearing and then scrolling off screen. They went too fast and were in type too small for him to read, but he could tell he was in trouble. A miserable whine from the puppy beside him just confirmed this.

And then, for the third time since early that morning, the familiar message appeared on the screen in bold letters. “This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

Reynalds heard a whine escape from his own throat as he saw the message appear on the screen, and then everything went black.

It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn’t blind or unconscious. By that time, the mound of cloth that was lying on top of him was oppressively hot, even in his friend’s frigid basement. He struggled until he caught sight of some light and pushed his way towards it. Finally, he reappeared into the light of the room, although now much different from when he had disappeared.

Where Reynalds had been a moment before, a golden retriever puppy burrowed its way out of the discarded clothing. It was smaller than the German Shepherd that waited for him outside, but not significantly so. The only significant similarity between the two was how absolutely adorable they both were.

Reynalds whined a few times while he took his new form in. Everything looked, felt, smelt, and sounded different now. He could see well, but the tones of colors were indistinct, and he had trouble putting a finger on the exact color of anything in the room. The cold concrete floor didn’t affect him very much, either. It felt muffled beneath little padded paws that has replaced his hands and feet, and the usually freezing basement now felt comfortable through his thick golden fur. A thousand smells assaulted his nose, from dirty laundry to old pizza crust in the trashcan in the corner (which smelled oddly appetizing), but he found it easy to keep track of them. In fact, he found himself sniffing in the direction of things even before he had taken a good look. Lastly, he could now hear much better. Even the nearly undetectable whir of computer systems fans and processors was quite clear to him now, although he found it easy enough to shut out.

“This has to be a dream,” he finally stuttered, his voice now audibly higher.

“I already checked that theory,” Michael offered sympathetically.

“How? You can’t pinch yourself with paws!”

Michael suddenly looked rather bashful. “Well…” he stammered. “You see, I thought it was a dream too, but I couldn’t pinch myself to check, so…” He lowered his head, obviously embarrassed. “Well, I bit my tail.”

Reynalds looked back at his own tail, but found no matter how far he craned his neck, he couldn’t catch it. “How…?” he started to ask, but then came up with the answer and turned back to Michael, smiling as best as his muzzle would allow. “You were chasing your tail!”

“Well, what would you do?” Michael asked, but Reynalds was already rolling on the floor laughing, literally kicking his paws in the air as he laughed. Michael didn’t take that for long. He gave a short growl and launched himself onto the golden retriever, latching onto a floppy ear with teeth much too short to do any real damage.

Reynalds yelped, more in surprise than in pain, but was quick to recover and push the large puppy off of him. There were no floppy ears that he could lock onto, but he managed to roll the German Shepherd off of him and start nibbling at the long tail behind his opponent.

Michael gave a sound somewhere between a yelp and partially human laughter, but wasn’t going to take that sort of thing lying down. He batted Reynald’s muzzle away from his tail with a quick paw swipe, then fell into a disorganized wrestling match with the retriever.

By the time it was over, the former hackers were curled up together in a ball, taking a rest after a long wrestling match.

{{Separator|k}}

The results of the two puppies waking up at the same time was predictable.

“Aw, man! Get off me!” Michael virtually attacked Reynalds to push him off, then curled into his own ball, pouting off by himself. Reynalds looked at him for a few moments before figuring out what in the world had just happened. He finally shook his head as the memories of what had just happened to him over the course of the last few hours.

“Well, now what?” he asked. “Sitting here is getting us nowhere. We need to do something.”

“Like what?” Michael asked, raising his head off of the floor. “You want to try to learn to type with paws?”

“We could at least figure out how to set up speech recognition. You’re headset should work just fine for a good quality mic, as long as you don’t get up too close to it.”

Michael put his head back onto his paws and sighed. “One way or another, we’re probably going to have to do some serious coding to undo this, if it even can be undone, and believe me, you do NOT want to try programming via voice recognition.”

“Well, we’re not going to get it done typing, now are we?” Reynalds lifted up one of his paws and showed the stubby little toes that were all that were left of his fingers. “I really doubt either of us still has the dexterity to type. Anyway, we might not have to do very much. Hopefully, we’ll be able to figure out what it is that the code did, and edit it to our own specifications.”

Michael stared down at his paws for a few seconds, then stood, stretching, to his paws.

“Well, if we’re going to do something, we need to start somewhere,” he sighed. “Where is that code you printed off for me to look over? It’s a good deal more important now; maybe I’ll be able to concentrate on it.”

“How are you going to take notes?” Reynalds asked.

“I’ll figure it out. I might just have to chicken-scratch in pen with my mouth. I’ve seen real dogs do it as a trick, so I should at least be able to be half-legible. While I’m at it, see if you can get the computer back up and running, set up the voice recognition so we can mess with it later.”

The two friends were soon hard at work, although it was quite an odd sight. A golden retriever puppy sat on a rotating chair (which seemed to rock back and forth whenever he made a move), messing with a wireless keyboard and trying to figure out how to type just the letters he wanted, while down below a German Shepherd puppy had a pen in his muzzle and was trying to scratch out notes on the paper around the unfamiliar obstruction of a muzzle.

Fortunately, the computer allowed access to it without a problem. That is, the virus didn’t cause any extra trouble after it was done turning the user into a puppy. It didn’t make it any easier on him as he tried to figure out how to type with paws. Somehow, he managed to set up the voice recognition option before his friend was done analyzing the code, and he proceeded to fumble his way through trying to grab the source code of the virus like he had done on his own computer.

By the time he had the code somewhere where they could edit it, Michael had found what he was looking for.

“Rook,” the German Shepherd said, speaking around the piece of paper he held in his mouth as he climbed onto the chair. He let it go, trying his best not to get too much spit on it and run the ink. “Look, there.” He pointed with his nose to a section of code he had roughly highlighted with the pen.

“It references a data file here, one that it imported…” Michael flipped back a few pages with one of his paws. “Here. Check it out, it also imports several other data files along with the first one.”

The list of imported files was named in a relatively recognizable fashion. The one that they had seen referenced later on had been marked in Michael’s sloppy penmanship. “ANIMPUP.TF,” was the listed name, but there was also a decent list of other files: “ANIMCOON.TF, ANIMFOX.TF, ANIMMOUSE.TF…” But it wasn’t those files that interested the two puppies. Below the list of files prefixed by “ANIM” was another couple of files, including one that gave them a little bit of hope.

“HMNRTRN.TF”

“It’s ‘human return’, it has to be!” Michael said.

Reynalds wanted to object, but nothing among the rest of the files seemed even close to what they were going to need.

“Why would they give us the solution to our problem along with the problem itself?” Reynalds asked.

Michael shrugged as best as he could. “Why did they bother writing up these files in the first place? My guess is that they probably had the first part of the code already written, and just added the necessary code to cause the specific change they wanted; check this page.”

Michael flipped over to another page of code, where adjacent lines were broken by a good deal of commented-out code. “Looks like this was intended to randomly choose between the earlier data files, except for ‘HMNRTRN.TF’, and execute one of them when this code was used. The other file was kept in reserve for some other use, but I don’t see it included anywhere else in the code right now. Probably just imported it with this file, and had another file to execute it. If this is anything like most other innocuous viruses, it probably started as a prank.”

“Some prank,” Reynalds noted. “So, genius, since you found the ‘human return’ file, why don’t you be the one to find out whether it works or not?”

“Gladly. I’ve already been like this for far too long.”

Michael had to mess with the code that they had extracted for a while before he could change the executed TF file to the appropriate one. When they finally got it compiled and run, it was almost humorous when the message came up saying about how the file was planted in all Microsoft products. As the effects of the program became obvious, however, both puppy programmers gave a sigh of relief.

Soon both of them were back as they should have been, and were working hard on a surprise for the people who had sent the virus out. Perhaps the virus’ creators should have made sure not to add a line detailing who the programmers were…

{{Separator|k}}

A raccoon sat in a heavily modified office chair, staring at the screen of his computer as he typed expertly with little clawed fingers. He gave a chuff of surprise when an email notifier popped up on his screen, with an address line from his boss.

The raccoon gave an angry chitter under his breath. He had thought that his boss would be on vacation all week… Still, he had to make sure there was nothing important…

The email very briefly stated that it had special instructions for the next week, and pointed the raccoon to the attached file. The real surprise came when he had finished downloading and opening it.

“Thank you for your time, and for graciously downloading this file into your firm’s servers. Every computer on your network is now infected with your own virus, with some special, personal modifications from us to you. Every computer in your firm will pick a TF file at random every ten minutes until you can figure out how to stop it. Good luck. Your first change is: ANIMKITTY.TF”

The raccoon sighed. “Well, here we go again.”

User:LurkingWolf

2011-08-14T23:16:22Z

LurkingWolf: /* Complete */

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=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=

==Complete==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Why_I'm_a_Raccoon|Why I'm a Raccoon]]

''Teaser:''

While working at an IT firm in New York, a new employee tries to circumvent the network security. He quickly discovers why no one else had tried it yet.

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Puppy_Virus|Puppy Virus]]

''Teaser:''

A mysterious virus is launched into the cybersphere, and a couple of friends try to figure out how to fight it.

==Works in Progress==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

*[[User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild]]

''Teaser:''

A really crazy night on the #MKGuild channel, told by yours truly.

=Contact Me=

Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

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User:LurkingWolf/Puppy Virus

2011-08-14T23:14:01Z

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Chaos was about to be unleashed on all the inhabitants of planet Earth, but on the eve of the sinister attack, someone was looking out for the rest of his fellow men.

Or rather, some ONES.

Reynalds stepped quickly through a maze of hallways. The halls didn't seem to go anywhere, but he knew where he was at any turn, and was quickly approaching his destination. He finally stepped into a giant room, every inch of it covered by some sort of technology. A solitary form sat in the middle of the room, shrouded in shadow but for the flickering lights from the screens around him.

"Give me a report!" the voice demanded before Reynalds had even had a chance to speak.

"Michael, you..." Reynalds began.

"SSSHHH!" Michael hissed from his seat. Reynalds sighed and rubbed his eyes. Michael suddenly yelled and dropped back deep into his rotating chair.

"Do you know what you have just done?" Michael asked once he had recovered his temper. Reynalds just shrugged. "You have caused my team to experience the ultimate failure!"

Reynalds sighed. "Mike, there's something a bit more important than that going on," he commented. He flicked a switch beside the door, and fluorescent lights slowly flickered to life.

Michael gave a muffled yell from his chair, but it was no use. Despite his best efforts, he had not yet found a way to grant access to the lights from the chair.

Reynalds sighed when he saw the screen in front of him, showing condensed highlights of the preceding deathmatch. "What was it this time?" he asked.

The muffled answer was barely intelligible. "$2000 towards a new gaming machine."

"Like you need one," Reynalds sighed. "All right, war's over, commander." He grabbed the corner of the comforter that Michael had wrapped himself in and walked in a circle around the revolving chair, slowly unraveling the bundle that contained the reluctant gamer.

"Focus," Reynalds said, reading from the page in his hand as the slim form of his friend slowly became visible. "All right, newsflash; Microsoft has had a major security breach."

"Another one?" Michael asked drily, bedraggled head coming into view. "Which department is it his time, XBox?"

"The whole ruddy thing," Reynalds responded.

"All of LIVE?" Michael asked, genuinely surprised. "That's even worse than usual."

Reynalds shook his head. "All of Microsoft,"' he clarified.

"Now that's funny," Michael commented, returning to his Ubuntu machine's desktop. "Where'd you get the headline?"

"My personal security filters," Reynalds said. "They caught it and I looked over the code myself. Still trying to fix it, though. Here, see for youself." He handed Michael the papers that he had printed off and Michael glanced over them.

Michael leafed through the papers one at a time. "Nice complex bit of code... Could take me a while to figure out what it's meant to be. By the way, how do you figure that all of Microsoft is compromised?"

Reynalds pointed to a string that spelled out, verbatim, "This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

"Subtle," Michael chuckled. "I'll see what I can dig up. See if you can't contact the major antivirus companies to start updating, one way or the other."

Reynalds nodded and stepped out of his friend's basement. Chances were, there would be a few infections before Reynalds could convince anyone to adopt his security code...

*

Reynalds was back later that morning after emailing or calling all the major security companies, minus Norton on which he had long since sworn vendetta. He had some responses, but had little clue how long it would be until they actually did anything. Even the more reliable companies had unreliable employees, so it was bound to be a while. Unless someone had accidentally had the proper stops in place, most of the companies would be crippled with the virus before they got anywhere.

The one thing Reynalds didn't know was exactly what effect the virus would have, and for that he went to Michael once again.

He returned to the basement, and again navigated the halls created by the odd twists in the basement's piping. As he walked into the room that his friend occupied, however, he found the papers with the code on them, laying unmarked on the desk beside the chair. If Michael had done anything to them, he would have reduced them to nothing more than red marks where there wasn't code already.

It didn't take Reynalds any time at all to find out why. His friend's wireless 360 controller sat on his seat, and the console tower was lit up and active, although Mike's screen had fallen asleep.

"Mike!" Reynalds called. "Get out here and translate this code!"

He heard no reply, but couldn't think of anywhere Michael would be at this time of the morning, the bathroom was empty, and that was the only place he would be other than his game room at this time of day.

"Mike!"

"Go away!"

Reynalds jumped. That wasn't Michael...

"All right, whoever you are, where's, Michael?" Reynalds demanded. Trying to track the voice. It had been close...

"It's me, I came down with something, now get out!" the voice responded.

"Michael's voice isn't even near that high... Or cute..." Reynalds said the last to himself more than to the voice, but the comment didn't escape the our person.

"DON'T CALL ME CUTE!" the voice demanded.

For the time being, Reynalds ignored the comment and stepped up beside the rotating chair. The voice had come from nearby...

As he leaned over with his hand on the chair, the voice came from straight above him.

"Don't touch thrrt!" The last word was muffled, and Reynalds was well aware as to why, as a pair of teeth clamped down around his hand as the final word came.

"Yah!" Reynalds jumped and knocked his head on the chair, and he dropped in a daze.

He came to with an odd sight in front of his eyes. A pair of deep brown eyes stared down at him, and he was momentarily unable to think of something to say.

"Hello, boy?" he said uncertainly, raising a hand to pet the puppy that stared down at him.

The puppy snapped at him. "Call me boy again on pain of death!" it said in the same voice Reynalds had heard earlier. At the sight of a talking dog, Reynalds might have fainted had the words not conflicted so comically with the voice.

"What the...?" Reynalds started.

"It's me, Michael. I think I know what our mystery virus does."

Reynalds dropped his jaw in surprise, but recovered as quickly as he could. "No way, no way a computer virus can do something like this. Where's the man behind the curtain, Mike? Your robot's nice, all right?"

"Not a robot!" the very infuriated German Shepherd puppy insisted. It hopped up on the rotating seat, swaying as it slowly turned under its paws, and pawed at the 360 controller. The screen woke back up, and Reynalds saw a very familiar message.

"This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

“I didn’t think that playing a quick death match would cause any trouble,” the puppy who claimed to be Michael explained. “My 360 decided to update in the middle of the match, though, and now look at me…”

Reynalds had to mentally kick himself to keep from laughing as the puppy sulked down into the rotating chair, looking so unbelievably cute throughout the action that it made Reynalds have to stifle a snicker.

“I heard that!” Michael said with a high pitched snarl. Even that was mangled by the little body into something too cute to be threatening, but Reynalds knew that, if this was really Michael, he didn’t want to challenge his resolve.

“All right,” Reynalds said. “If this happened to you, it has probably hit the ‘net too. Do you think you could switch over to your computer so I can check for other signs of trouble?”

“Just switch the RCA adapter,” the puppy responded. “My 360 won’t turn off now unless I unplug it, and I’m not going to bother with that. Just let me take care of this…” Michael took the controller in his mouth and hopped off of the chair. He deposited it in a corner, away from the reach of Reynalds should he accidentally reach for it. Reynalds hadn’t seen anything to indicate that touching a controller connected to a Microsoft product was the reason that his friend had been changed, but he wasn’t taking chances either.

Reynalds did as Michael instructed, and soon the computer’s output was displayed on the widescreen HDTV. He had his browser started quickly, and typed in a query about computer viruses in the search box. Just as he reached for the Enter key, the puppy’s voice rang out.

“Wait!”

It was too late. Reynalds hit the key before he could react to the warning. He quickly glanced over at the German Shepherd with confusion on his face.

“My internet provider reroutes all searches through Bing,” Michael said quietly. Reynalds looked back at the screen for a few moments as the page loaded.

“Maybe it was just Microsoft’s software,” Reynalds suggested. He was really trying to comfort himself more than making an actual theory, but he breathed a momentary sigh of relief when the normal Bing search page popped up.

Only it didn’t have the search results as it should have.

It had a message that said, “Bing is currently encountering technical difficulties, we apologize for the inconvenience.” Reynalds have a sigh of relief, but felt it stick in his throat as a popup ad appeared on his screen. It seemed to be some sort of console, as there was a running list of commands appearing and then scrolling off screen. They went too fast and were in type too small for him to read, but he could tell he was in trouble. A miserable whine from the puppy beside him just confirmed this.

And then, for the third time since early that morning, the familiar message appeared on the screen in bold letters. “This code has been planted in all current Microsoft data files. You are doomed!"

Reynalds heard a whine escape from his own throat as he saw the message appear on the screen, and then everything went black.

It took him a few moments to realize that he wasn’t blind or unconscious. By that time, the mound of cloth that was lying on top of him was oppressively hot, even in his friend’s frigid basement. He struggled until he caught sight of some light and pushed his way towards it. Finally, he reappeared into the light of the room, although now much different from when he had disappeared.

Where Reynalds had been a moment before, a golden retriever puppy burrowed its way out of the discarded clothing. It was smaller than the German Shepherd that waited for him outside, but not significantly so. The only significant similarity between the two was how absolutely adorable they both were.

Reynalds whined a few times while he took his new form in. Everything looked, felt, smelt, and sounded different now. He could see well, but the tones of colors were indistinct, and he had trouble putting a finger on the exact color of anything in the room. The cold concrete floor didn’t affect him very much, either. It felt muffled beneath little padded paws that has replaced his hands and feet, and the usually freezing basement now felt comfortable through his thick golden fur. A thousand smells assaulted his nose, from dirty laundry to old pizza crust in the trashcan in the corner (which smelled oddly appetizing), but he found it easy to keep track of them. In fact, he found himself sniffing in the direction of things even before he had taken a good look. Lastly, he could now hear much better. Even the nearly undetectable whir of computer systems fans and processors was quite clear to him now, although he found it easy enough to shut out.

“This has to be a dream,” he finally stuttered, his voice now audibly higher.

“I already checked that theory,” Michael offered sympathetically.

“How? You can’t pinch yourself with paws!”

Michael suddenly looked rather bashful. “Well…” he stammered. “You see, I thought it was a dream too, but I couldn’t pinch myself to check, so…” He lowered his head, obviously embarrassed. “Well, I bit my tail.”

Reynalds looked back at his own tail, but found no matter how far he craned his neck, he couldn’t catch it. “How…?” he started to ask, but then came up with the answer and turned back to Michael, smiling as best as his muzzle would allow. “You were chasing your tail!”

“Well, what would you do?” Michael asked, but Reynalds was already rolling on the floor laughing, literally kicking his paws in the air as he laughed. Michael didn’t take that for long. He gave a short growl and launched himself onto the golden retriever, latching onto a floppy ear with teeth much too short to do any real damage.

Reynalds yelped, more in surprise than in pain, but was quick to recover and push the large puppy off of him. There were no floppy ears that he could lock onto, but he managed to roll the German Shepherd off of him and start nibbling at the long tail behind his opponent.

Michael gave a sound somewhere between a yelp and partially human laughter, but wasn’t going to take that sort of thing lying down. He batted Reynald’s muzzle away from his tail with a quick paw swipe, then fell into a disorganized wrestling match with the retriever.

By the time it was over, the former hackers were curled up together in a ball, taking a rest after a long wrestling match.

*

The results of the two puppies waking up at the same time was predictable.

“Aw, man! Get off me!” Michael virtually attacked Reynalds to push him off, then curled into his own ball, pouting off by himself. Reynalds looked at him for a few moments before figuring out what in the world had just happened. He finally shook his head as the memories of what had just happened to him over the course of the last few hours.

“Well, now what?” he asked. “Sitting here is getting us nowhere. We need to do something.”

“Like what?” Michael asked, raising his head off of the floor. “You want to try to learn to type with paws?”

“We could at least figure out how to set up speech recognition. You’re headset should work just fine for a good quality mic, as long as you don’t get up too close to it.”

Michael put his head back onto his paws and sighed. “One way or another, we’re probably going to have to do some serious coding to undo this, if it even can be undone, and believe me, you do NOT want to try programming via voice recognition.”

“Well, we’re not going to get it done typing, now are we?” Reynalds lifted up one of his paws and showed the stubby little toes that were all that were left of his fingers. “I really doubt either of us still has the dexterity to type. Anyway, we might not have to do very much. Hopefully, we’ll be able to figure out what it is that the code did, and edit it to our own specifications.”

Michael stared down at his paws for a few seconds, then stood, stretching, to his paws.

“Well, if we’re going to do something, we need to start somewhere,” he sighed. “Where is that code you printed off for me to look over? It’s a good deal more important now; maybe I’ll be able to concentrate on it.”

“How are you going to take notes?” Reynalds asked.

“I’ll figure it out. I might just have to chicken-scratch in pen with my mouth. I’ve seen real dogs do it as a trick, so I should at least be able to be half-legible. While I’m at it, see if you can get the computer back up and running, set up the voice recognition so we can mess with it later.”

The two friends were soon hard at work, although it was quite an odd sight. A golden retriever puppy sat on a rotating chair (which seemed to rock back and forth whenever he made a move), messing with a wireless keyboard and trying to figure out how to type just the letters he wanted, while down below a German Shepherd puppy had a pen in his muzzle and was trying to scratch out notes on the paper around the unfamiliar obstruction of a muzzle.

Fortunately, the computer allowed access to it without a problem. That is, the virus didn’t cause any extra trouble after it was done turning the user into a puppy. It didn’t make it any easier on him as he tried to figure out how to type with paws. Somehow, he managed to set up the voice recognition option before his friend was done analyzing the code, and he proceeded to fumble his way through trying to grab the source code of the virus like he had done on his own computer.

By the time he had the code somewhere where they could edit it, Michael had found what he was looking for.

“Rook,” the German Shepherd said, speaking around the piece of paper he held in his mouth as he climbed onto the chair. He let it go, trying his best not to get too much spit on it and run the ink. “Look, there.” He pointed with his nose to a section of code he had roughly highlighted with the pen.

“It references a data file here, one that it imported…” Michael flipped back a few pages with one of his paws. “Here. Check it out, it also imports several other data files along with the first one.”

The list of imported files was named in a relatively recognizable fashion. The one that they had seen referenced later on had been marked in Michael’s sloppy penmanship. “ANIMPUP.TF,” was the listed name, but there was also a decent list of other files: “ANIMCOON.TF, ANIMFOX.TF, ANIMMOUSE.TF…” But it wasn’t those files that interested the two puppies. Below the list of files prefixed by “ANIM” was another couple of files, including one that gave them a little bit of hope.

“HMNRTRN.TF”

“It’s ‘human return’, it has to be!” Michael said.

Reynalds wanted to object, but nothing among the rest of the files seemed even close to what they were going to need.

“Why would they give us the solution to our problem along with the problem itself?” Reynalds asked.

Michael shrugged as best as he could. “Why did they bother writing up these files in the first place? My guess is that they probably had the first part of the code already written, and just added the necessary code to cause the specific change they wanted; check this page.”

Michael flipped over to another page of code, where adjacent lines were broken by a good deal of commented-out code. “Looks like this was intended to randomly choose between the earlier data files, except for ‘HMNRTRN.TF’, and execute one of them when this code was used. The other file was kept in reserve for some other use, but I don’t see it included anywhere else in the code right now. Probably just imported it with this file, and had another file to execute it. If this is anything like most other innocuous viruses, it probably started as a prank.”

“Some prank,” Reynalds noted. “So, genius, since you found the ‘human return’ file, why don’t you be the one to find out whether it works or not?”

“Gladly. I’ve already been like this for far too long.”

Michael had to mess with the code that they had extracted for a while before he could change the executed TF file to the appropriate one. When they finally got it compiled and run, it was almost humorous when the message came up saying about how the file was planted in all Microsoft products. As the effects of the program became obvious, however, both puppy programmers gave a sigh of relief.

Soon both of them were back as they should have been, and were working hard on a surprise for the people who had sent the virus out. Perhaps the virus’ creators should have made sure not to add a line detailing who the programmers were…

*

A raccoon sat in a heavily modified office chair, staring at the screen of his computer as he typed expertly with little clawed fingers. He gave a chuff of surprise when an email notifier popped up on his screen, with an address line from his boss.

The raccoon gave an angry chitter under his breath. He had thought that his boss would be on vacation all week… Still, he had to make sure there was nothing important…

The email very briefly stated that it had special instructions for the next week, and pointed the raccoon to the attached file. The real surprise came when he had finished downloading and opening it.

“Thank you for your time, and for graciously downloading this file into your firm’s servers. Every computer on your network is now infected with your own virus, with some special, personal modifications from us to you. Every computer in your firm will pick a TF file at random every ten minutes until you can figure out how to stop it. Good luck. Your first change is: ANIMKITTY.TF”

The raccoon sighed. “Well, here we go again.”

User:LurkingWolf

2011-08-14T22:43:30Z

LurkingWolf: /* Complete */

{{DEFAULTSORT:LurkingWolf}}
=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=

==Complete==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Why_I'm_a_Raccoon|Why I'm a Raccoon]]

''Teaser:''

While working at an IT firm in New York, a new employee tries to circumvent the network security. He quickly discovers why no one else had tried it yet.

==Works in Progress==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

*[[User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild]]

''Teaser:''

A really crazy night on the #MKGuild channel, told by yours truly.

=Contact Me=

Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

{{author page}}

User:LurkingWolf

2011-08-14T22:42:23Z

LurkingWolf: /* Complete */

{{DEFAULTSORT:LurkingWolf}}
=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=

==Complete==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Why_I'm_a_Raccoon|Why I'm a Raccoon]]

''Teaser:''

While working at an IT firm in New York, a new employee tries to circumvent the network security. He discovers why no one else had tried it yet.

==Works in Progress==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

*[[User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild]]

''Teaser:''

A really crazy night on the #MKGuild channel, told by yours truly.

=Contact Me=

Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

{{author page}}

User:LurkingWolf/Why I'm a Raccoon

2011-08-14T22:38:07Z

LurkingWolf: Created page with '{{author note|Written at three o'clock in the morning during a bout of insomnia, this is a crazy little story inspired by my time working for IT at my university. They had parti…'

{{author note|Written at three o'clock in the morning during a bout of insomnia, this is a crazy little story inspired by my time working for IT at my university. They had particularly strict restrictions on their internet, but it could have been worse... Or possibly better...}}

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[[Category:LurkingWolf]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Raccoon]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Why I'm a Raccoon}}

{{title|name=Why I'm a Raccoon|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

It has now been many years since my initial change, so occasionally I am surprised when someone asks me how I came to be a talking raccoon that works an office job for an IT firm in New York. I'd like to say that it is particularly interesting, but in fact it is a rather short tale.

Like most respectable IT workers, I started out very low on the chain of command. That worked fine for me; as long as I was careful during the work day, I could essentially go anywhere I wanted on the internet, provided he was smart enough to get by the department's secured network.

Unfortunately, it was not until after my own attempt that I figured out why no one else was doing it.

I was sure that I would have no trouble getting through network security. I programmed a setup that would essentially do all the work for me, uploaded it to my Droid, and set it up so that it would run as soon as the device was connected to the computer.

Unbeknownst to me, there was a fox two cubicles over that had tried almost exactly the same thing.

Everything seemed to be going just fine at first. It was one of the times of the day when I didn't have much to do, so I could personally keep track in case anything went wrong with the program as it ran.

Everything was going just fine until it started setting up an encrypted portion of the Internet in which it could run undetected. At that point a screen, which I knew had nothing to do with my program, popped up with a message.

"Network intrusion detected. Executing anti-hacking protocol ANIM~N.TF"

I had never heard of this being a protocol, nor had I ever seen anything like that file name on any of the drives. I immediately moved to try to abort the operation, but my fingers wouldn't fall right on the keys. My thumbs didn't even seem to want to land on the space bar right, and a quick inspection showed why. Instead of a thumb, I had an extra finger on each hand. That wasn't all; my hands had also started turning black, and they quickly sped through the process in front of my eyes.

To that day I had never seen an office computer that could produce physical changes in the user, so I was understandably spooked. I tried to roll my chair back and find someone who could help me figure out what was happening. It would have helped if my feet would have been on the ground, or even had or been possible for me to touch the ground with my feet while sitting.

Instead, I discovered that I had become a great deal shorter, and was now dangling my feet a good foot above the carpeted office floor. My pants touched the floor, but even after living for a good while as a raccoon, I have yet to find a way to push away from a desk with empty pant legs.

My legs were just the first things to shrink. In little more than a second, my torso, head, and arms had also shrunken down, and, for a few moments, I could see my shirt sticking up above me, collar like the mouth of a cave, before it collapsed and left me swimming in my own clothing.

My shrunken stature quickly produced another problem. I had become a good deal lighter already, and my clothes were no less heavy than they had been a moment before. The weight of my pants alone was now sufficient to tip me over the edge of my office chair and send me dropping to the carpet. I landed, shocked, on all fours, and had just a moment to look around before my shirt again dropped on top of me. I heard an odd chattering sound as I pulled it off so I could move again, and I realized right after I had removed the offending clothing that the chattering had been my own vocalization of my frustrations. I clasped my hands to my mouth just in time to roughly collide with my growing muzzle and follow it out along the path of it's growth.

I stared for a moment at the black furred muzzle and cold, wet nose before I felt itching running down my neck and up my head, from directly around my new muzzle. I itched with my newly repurposed paws, scratching my stomach, back, and head, or rather trying to do all three with only two paws.

I felt my ears moving at this point, and was somewhat annoyed to realize that I had no free hands to scratch at them with. Strangely, however, in an almost automatic reaction, I stopped scratching with either hand, dropped to my haunches, and started scratching in the general area of my ears with one of my hind feet. It felt so good that I actually continued scratching after my ears had finished relocating.

What finally brought me around was the sensation of something popping out behind me. Looking back, I saw the rapidly growing length of a ringed tail, which didn't stop until it was almost the length of the entire rest of my body.

That was the last of the major changes, but one minor one remained, that I still debate the necessity of today. As I stood up on my hind legs to examine myself, my stomach popped out a little bit, making me the kind of chubby raccoon that every female employee would immediately want to hug.

I managed to climb back up on my chair, just in time to see my monitor go to sleep. It served my purposes well enough, though. I got a pretty good impression of what I looked like now. I still couldn't see very well, though, so I climbed over onto the desk. I bumped the mouse in the way up, but that just made me get a little original and use my webcam to see what I looked like.

I was essentially a normal raccoon, with black paws, grey back, and creamy stomach fur. The bandit's mask that now grew in my face fur was wide, and it almost made my dark eyes disappear in the middle. Lastly, I had become slightly "better rounded" than I had been before, but it somehow did not interfere with my coonish acrobatics. I chittered again, just to see if I could, and was not disappointed. I was completely changed into a raccoon.

At this point I was absolutely flabbergasted. I didn't know how to react. It was quite a change, going from human to raccoon in probably a little less than a minute. What happened next was possibly even more concerning.

My boss peaked around the wall of my cubicle and saw me standing on top of my desk. I saw him on my webcam, and turned to face him.

"Good to see that the change went well," he commented.

"You did this to me?" I asked. This revealed another thing I had not known before. I could still talk although my voice now had a strange churr behind it.

"It would be more correct to say that you did this to yourself," he responded. "If you had paid attention when signing the contract, you would have noticed that there is a strict 'no bypass' policy on the network security."

"So?" I churred loudly in anger. "That doesn't give you the right to turn me into an animal!"

"I'm afraid that was also in your contract," he noted. "If you're signing on for a job somewhere, I suggest looking the employment contract over more closely. That said, I'm more than happy to keep you on. Your productivity shouldn't be hindered too much. A little refresher on typing with your paws might be in order, but as long as you keep yourself active and productive, we should be able to keep you on."

For the moment, there was really nothing I could say to object. I doubted my chances of finding another job that would pay a raccoon, so my options were limited.

Later on we came to an agreement that, if I was ever promoted to a lower management position, or if I ever wished to find another job, they would turn me back. Just a year ago I got the management position, but by then I had decided that being a raccoon wasn't so bad. I guess it could be more convenient for me to be human (if I had any sort of social life), but for my purposes, I can find about anything I need to eat just by rummaging around wherever I happen to be, and I sort of enjoy the attention I get from customers and fellow employees. It ended up not being too bad of a deal, I guess. At any rate the option of changing back is still open to me at any time, so I'll enjoy myself for a while more. It certainly couldn't hurt.

User:LurkingWolf

2008-12-28T20:27:28Z

LurkingWolf:

{{DEFAULTSORT:LurkingWolf}}
=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=

==Complete==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

==Works in Progress==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

*[[User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild]]

''Teaser:''

A really crazy night on the #MKGuild channel, told by yours truly.

=Contact Me=

Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

[[Category:Author]]

User:LurkingWolf

2008-12-28T20:24:54Z

LurkingWolf:

=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=

==Complete==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

==Works in Progress==

* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

*[[User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild]]

''Teaser:''

A really crazy night on the #MKGuild channel, told by yours truly.

=Contact Me=

Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

[[Category:Author]]

User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond

2008-08-04T07:19:15Z

LurkingWolf: Oops, forgot something...

{{author note|Looking over this again, I think there are some things I could have done better. Expect an edit sometime in about a week}}

{{Comment tag}}

[[Category:LurkingWolf]] [[Category:Story]] [[Category: Otter]]

{{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
{{DEFAULTSORT:Day at the Pond, A}}

This was the life! Sitting out on the pier, listening to the sounds of the world around
me, completely cut off from all other humans. Not a care in the world, no problems, no work...
That's why I'd come here. I'd never been much interested in work. The only work I really did was
anything that was absolutely necessary for survival. That usually just consisted of fishing, which
was something that I liked doing anyway.

People called me anything from lazy to an absolute no account criminal. I guess they
figured that it was impossible to do as little work as I did and survive. I just think they lack
any imagination. If you're smart, you can live doing basically anything. For me, that was
basically nothing.

I sighed. This was the life! It couldn't get much better than this.

Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was missing. There
had to be something that wasn't fitting with my life, but I couldn't nail it down. I sighed
heavily. Would I ever figure it out?

Well, for the time being, a swim sounded like just the thing. I stood up, walked to the
beginning of the pier, turned, and ran at full speed towards the water. As I reached the end of
the pier, I jumped off and landed in the water, creating quite a splash.

I surfaced, blowing the water out of my mouth and nose before settling back into a calm
floating position on my back. I slowly maneuvered myself through the waters. I loved the feeling
of the water, it was just so relaxing. If it were humanly possible, I would live in the water.
There were some basic problems with that. First, I prune horribly. Second, breathing water isn't
usually my strong suite.

I swam around in a tight circle, making sure I kept it as slow as possible, preserving the
laziness that I was here to enjoy. I loved slow days, and tried to make sure to have at least
seven predominantly lazy days a week.

For the next hour or so, I floated serenely on the surface of the water, admiring the
scenery around me. I then swam to the edge of the lake, climbing out on the opposite shore.

If there was anything I enjoyed more than wasting a day being lazy, it was messing around,
finding new ways to have fun by myself. After all, no one else wanted to have anything to do with
me ever since I had been on my own. It had something to d with my trying to get everyone to join
me in my antics. I still persisted in trying to convince others to join me, but they would almost
always refuse, leaving me to shrug and tell them, "Suite yourself." I wished so much that I could
find someone who liked the simple life as much as I did, but that was highly unlikely.

Once more I had let my mind wander. For the time being, I trekked the short distance
between my exit point and the muddy bank that I had set up earlier. The mud was now just right for
my intended purpose. Smiling, I sat down just above the start of the narrow runway. Taking a deep
breath, I pushed myself forward and slid down the improvised water slide.

It was a blast! I felt the wind whipping past my face, through my long hair, the slick mud
basically eliminating the friction that would normally keep me from doing this. I hooted and
hollered like some crazed idiot all the way down into the water, then surfaced, sputtering and
spitting out the water that had gotten into my mouth while I was yelling. What a ride! I HAD to
do that again!

And I did. Eight more times I shot myself down the sloping bank, screaming for all I was
worth, having a general all around awesome time of it. After the ninth time, I just stayed at the
bottom of the bank for a while, still yelling about what a ride it was.

Finally I stopped yelling and just floated there for a few moments while I recovered from
the latest ride. Suddenly, though, I felt something that seemed to be nibbling at my toes. That
was weird, there had never been anything in here that would bite before. Being who I am, I thought
this without making a move to get away. It takes a bit of doing to get my adrenaline flowing, but
what happened next easily accomplished this.

Out of nowhere, I felt a rather painful bite right on the heel of my right foot. If I
thought that I had screamed loud before, I went about five decibels over loud this time. I was on
the pier in seconds, so fast that I didn't know whether I had used the ladder or just jumped out of
the water. Either way, I found myself sitting on the pier, looking at my foot. Now that I saw it,
I could see that it wasn't quite as horrible as I had thought when I felt it. There was some
blood, but not enough to elicit the reaction that I gave it.

So I was a baby. Still, there was something in the water that had drawn blood. This in
and of itself was enough to get me moving. I had never before thought that there might be
something in the water that could hurt me without my having to drink the water. It freaked me out!

As I looked at the little wounds that the mystery creature had dished out, I could see
about eight clearly defined individual injuries. Whatever it was, I couldn't identify it clearly
as anything I knew to be in these waters. Then again, I didn't know of anything that was
supposedly in these waters. I could rule a shark out conclusively, though. The fact that my leg
was still attached was testimony to this fact.

As I inspected the wounds, I noticed that they seemed to be healing already. Huh! How
convenient, there must have been something in the water was the only thing I could think of. I
wiped away the blood from the cuts, and none came to replace it. That was good. At least, to the
view of my severely limited medical knowledge it was. All of a sudden, though, I began to feel
rather odd. There was a sort of inexplicable heat that encompassed my entire body. The sun was
behind one of the few clouds in the sky, so that couldn't be it.

A few moments after beginning to feel hot, I also began to itch badly. It came out of
nowhere, one moment, I was feeling just fine, the next, I was scratching uncontrollably. Combined
with the heat, this situation made a respectable effort at making my life unbearable. The itching
became slowly less irritating, but by the time I was able to ignore it, some other, more concerning
things were happening to me. Take, for example, the light brown hair that now grew rather thickly
all over my body. It didn't look natural. For one thing, I'm a natural blonde, for another, the
hair was far thicker than it ought to have been on any human. I mean, I've know some hairy people,
but this was ridiculous!

Well, the next thing that became obviously amiss was my fingernails. I KNOW I only clip
them once a year, but my nervous ticks keep them in check every other time. I know for a fact,
though, that my nails had never been this long or this sharp. I could almost break through my skin
just dragging them over my skin. I quickly decided against further usage of this course of action
after the first attempt.

The color of my nails was also off. I know I don't clean under them at all as much as I
should, but seriously, they were completely grey. No wait, black! They darkened quickly, so they
were grey just a minute ago!

Quickly I had other concerns. My body was now completely covered by the strange brown
hair, which grew lighter along the chest and down the stomach. I realized suddenly that I seemed
to be shrinking. It wasn't fast, but it was noticeable. My arms and legs especially seemed
shorter, while my body became much longer in comparison to them. My legs also seemed to change
even more drastically than the rest of my body. My kneecaps seemed to disappear, replaced by a
smooth curve. My feet seemed to lengthen, making me start losing my balance. With what all was
going on, I decided to let gravity win for now, and fell to the wooden platform below me.

As I did, I looked behind me to see my legs finish changing. Their nails were changed too,
and strange black pads formed on their soles. The rest of the soles not included in the padding
were also covered by the hair. My arms changed slightly as well, and my hands were padded in a way
quite similar to my feet.

My head suddenly began to ache horribly. My ears seemed to become congested, but as I
tried to pop them, I felt as though my jaw became disjointed. Panicked, I grabbed at my face to
try and somehow pop it back into position, I felt my nose with my hands. The odd thing was that
they weren't anywhere near where they should feel my nose. It was like my nose had come out to
touch my hands. The really weird thing was that it didn't quite feel like my nose, or at least not
like how I remembered it. I just somehow knew it was my nose. It had changed too.

Finally feeling that I could do nothing about my jaw, I crawled on all fours towards the
water's edge to try to get a glance of the changes to my head. Oddly, all fours now meant on my
hands and feet. It didn't feel comfortable on what had used to be my knees. As I reached the edge
of the pier, I felt a distinct pop as my ears suddenly adjusted, then another stronger as my jaw
found it's proper place, now a little farther from my eyes it seemed. In fact, now looking down,
I could see my nose had also moved out, as well as moving down as I had felt before. It also was
black at the end, and covered in the brown hair everywhere else.

I looked down into the water. What I saw was quite different from my expectation. My
blonde hair was gone, and I now had no more hair other than the thick coat I now wore everywhere on
my body. My eyes were black now. I could now see the short muzzle that had taken my mouth and
nose away from my face. It was a strange feeling. Strangely... so right...
I didn't have much time to think over it. Just as it seemed that all had settled as it
was, I felt a great pain at the end of my spine. Looking back, I could see a bulge in the back of
my shorts, a bulge that was causing me great pain. Reaching back, I tried to loose the lump from
the fabric, but it beat me to the punch. My shorts were pushed quickly down by the growing tail.

At first I was surprised to see the tail, but looking at the rest of the ensemble, it was the
perfect compliment. It was long, thick and covered in the same brown fur that covered the rest of
my body. I briefly remembered that the shorts had been there for a purpose, but it was quickly
lost to the other preoccupations of the moment.

I felt great! I knew that it was over now, though I couldn't fathom why. I just knew.
Looking at myself, I couldn't find a trace of who I had been before. Instead, I saw what I should
have always been. Looking at myself in the water, I saw the face of an animal, but I couldn't for
the moment remember what it was, that was how caught up in the moment I was. It was the me I had
always wanted, though, and it felt awesome!

As I started to calm down, I had one irresistible urge. I quickly jumped off into the
water. It felt great just to swim around without having to worry about getting out. I was finally
living the life of my dreams!

Suddenly, as I swam through the water happily, I saw something moving to my right through
the water. I moved towards the object, and saw that it was an otter. I suddenly realized that that
is what I had become. I was an otter. If I had know it would feel this great, I would have looked
for a way to do it before!

I approached the otter, and we surfaced together. For the other otter, it seemed to be some
instinct. For me, I was following it, hoping somehow to communicate with it.

As we breached the surface, I heard it speaking to me.

"Welcome to the lake!" it said. If it hadn't been obvious before, I now knew this otter to
be female.

"H-Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hmm, you're not very talkative," she commented.

"Really? That is, I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for not..."

She clapped her paw over my muzzle. "Hush before you make a bigger fool of yourself. I
gave you this form so that you could enjoy this lake to the fullest, since you already loved it so
much. All I ask is that you enjoy this life, I do not need you to say anything."

A sudden thought hit me. "Wait, were you the one that bit me?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry about the pain, it was necessary."

"Oh no! No apologies for me! I would have gone through ten times worse for this!"

She giggled. "Glad you enjoy it so much! I thought you might..."

"So... Am I some sort of were otter or something?"

"Don’t be silly!" she said. "Were creatures don't exist!"

"Really? Wow, I thought it would be easy to have a were creature, considering what you

just did to me..."

She shook her head. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn."

I gave a mumbled, "Oh." That was all I could think of. I sat there for a while, trying to
think of what I could say at a time like this. Finally, though, something fun came to mind. "Hey,
you want to try out my slide?"

User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond

2008-08-04T07:18:21Z

LurkingWolf:

{{author note|Looking over this again, I think there are some things I could have done better. Expect an edit sometime in about a week}}

[[Category:LurkingWolf]] [[Category:Story]] [[Category: Otter]]

{{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
{{DEFAULTSORT:Day at the Pond, A}}

This was the life! Sitting out on the pier, listening to the sounds of the world around
me, completely cut off from all other humans. Not a care in the world, no problems, no work...
That's why I'd come here. I'd never been much interested in work. The only work I really did was
anything that was absolutely necessary for survival. That usually just consisted of fishing, which
was something that I liked doing anyway.

People called me anything from lazy to an absolute no account criminal. I guess they
figured that it was impossible to do as little work as I did and survive. I just think they lack
any imagination. If you're smart, you can live doing basically anything. For me, that was
basically nothing.

I sighed. This was the life! It couldn't get much better than this.

Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was missing. There
had to be something that wasn't fitting with my life, but I couldn't nail it down. I sighed
heavily. Would I ever figure it out?

Well, for the time being, a swim sounded like just the thing. I stood up, walked to the
beginning of the pier, turned, and ran at full speed towards the water. As I reached the end of
the pier, I jumped off and landed in the water, creating quite a splash.

I surfaced, blowing the water out of my mouth and nose before settling back into a calm
floating position on my back. I slowly maneuvered myself through the waters. I loved the feeling
of the water, it was just so relaxing. If it were humanly possible, I would live in the water.
There were some basic problems with that. First, I prune horribly. Second, breathing water isn't
usually my strong suite.

I swam around in a tight circle, making sure I kept it as slow as possible, preserving the
laziness that I was here to enjoy. I loved slow days, and tried to make sure to have at least
seven predominantly lazy days a week.

For the next hour or so, I floated serenely on the surface of the water, admiring the
scenery around me. I then swam to the edge of the lake, climbing out on the opposite shore.

If there was anything I enjoyed more than wasting a day being lazy, it was messing around,
finding new ways to have fun by myself. After all, no one else wanted to have anything to do with
me ever since I had been on my own. It had something to d with my trying to get everyone to join
me in my antics. I still persisted in trying to convince others to join me, but they would almost
always refuse, leaving me to shrug and tell them, "Suite yourself." I wished so much that I could
find someone who liked the simple life as much as I did, but that was highly unlikely.

Once more I had let my mind wander. For the time being, I trekked the short distance
between my exit point and the muddy bank that I had set up earlier. The mud was now just right for
my intended purpose. Smiling, I sat down just above the start of the narrow runway. Taking a deep
breath, I pushed myself forward and slid down the improvised water slide.

It was a blast! I felt the wind whipping past my face, through my long hair, the slick mud
basically eliminating the friction that would normally keep me from doing this. I hooted and
hollered like some crazed idiot all the way down into the water, then surfaced, sputtering and
spitting out the water that had gotten into my mouth while I was yelling. What a ride! I HAD to
do that again!

And I did. Eight more times I shot myself down the sloping bank, screaming for all I was
worth, having a general all around awesome time of it. After the ninth time, I just stayed at the
bottom of the bank for a while, still yelling about what a ride it was.

Finally I stopped yelling and just floated there for a few moments while I recovered from
the latest ride. Suddenly, though, I felt something that seemed to be nibbling at my toes. That
was weird, there had never been anything in here that would bite before. Being who I am, I thought
this without making a move to get away. It takes a bit of doing to get my adrenaline flowing, but
what happened next easily accomplished this.

Out of nowhere, I felt a rather painful bite right on the heel of my right foot. If I
thought that I had screamed loud before, I went about five decibels over loud this time. I was on
the pier in seconds, so fast that I didn't know whether I had used the ladder or just jumped out of
the water. Either way, I found myself sitting on the pier, looking at my foot. Now that I saw it,
I could see that it wasn't quite as horrible as I had thought when I felt it. There was some
blood, but not enough to elicit the reaction that I gave it.

So I was a baby. Still, there was something in the water that had drawn blood. This in
and of itself was enough to get me moving. I had never before thought that there might be
something in the water that could hurt me without my having to drink the water. It freaked me out!

As I looked at the little wounds that the mystery creature had dished out, I could see
about eight clearly defined individual injuries. Whatever it was, I couldn't identify it clearly
as anything I knew to be in these waters. Then again, I didn't know of anything that was
supposedly in these waters. I could rule a shark out conclusively, though. The fact that my leg
was still attached was testimony to this fact.

As I inspected the wounds, I noticed that they seemed to be healing already. Huh! How
convenient, there must have been something in the water was the only thing I could think of. I
wiped away the blood from the cuts, and none came to replace it. That was good. At least, to the
view of my severely limited medical knowledge it was. All of a sudden, though, I began to feel
rather odd. There was a sort of inexplicable heat that encompassed my entire body. The sun was
behind one of the few clouds in the sky, so that couldn't be it.

A few moments after beginning to feel hot, I also began to itch badly. It came out of
nowhere, one moment, I was feeling just fine, the next, I was scratching uncontrollably. Combined
with the heat, this situation made a respectable effort at making my life unbearable. The itching
became slowly less irritating, but by the time I was able to ignore it, some other, more concerning
things were happening to me. Take, for example, the light brown hair that now grew rather thickly
all over my body. It didn't look natural. For one thing, I'm a natural blonde, for another, the
hair was far thicker than it ought to have been on any human. I mean, I've know some hairy people,
but this was ridiculous!

Well, the next thing that became obviously amiss was my fingernails. I KNOW I only clip
them once a year, but my nervous ticks keep them in check every other time. I know for a fact,
though, that my nails had never been this long or this sharp. I could almost break through my skin
just dragging them over my skin. I quickly decided against further usage of this course of action
after the first attempt.

The color of my nails was also off. I know I don't clean under them at all as much as I
should, but seriously, they were completely grey. No wait, black! They darkened quickly, so they
were grey just a minute ago!

Quickly I had other concerns. My body was now completely covered by the strange brown
hair, which grew lighter along the chest and down the stomach. I realized suddenly that I seemed
to be shrinking. It wasn't fast, but it was noticeable. My arms and legs especially seemed
shorter, while my body became much longer in comparison to them. My legs also seemed to change
even more drastically than the rest of my body. My kneecaps seemed to disappear, replaced by a
smooth curve. My feet seemed to lengthen, making me start losing my balance. With what all was
going on, I decided to let gravity win for now, and fell to the wooden platform below me.

As I did, I looked behind me to see my legs finish changing. Their nails were changed too,
and strange black pads formed on their soles. The rest of the soles not included in the padding
were also covered by the hair. My arms changed slightly as well, and my hands were padded in a way
quite similar to my feet.

My head suddenly began to ache horribly. My ears seemed to become congested, but as I
tried to pop them, I felt as though my jaw became disjointed. Panicked, I grabbed at my face to
try and somehow pop it back into position, I felt my nose with my hands. The odd thing was that
they weren't anywhere near where they should feel my nose. It was like my nose had come out to
touch my hands. The really weird thing was that it didn't quite feel like my nose, or at least not
like how I remembered it. I just somehow knew it was my nose. It had changed too.

Finally feeling that I could do nothing about my jaw, I crawled on all fours towards the
water's edge to try to get a glance of the changes to my head. Oddly, all fours now meant on my
hands and feet. It didn't feel comfortable on what had used to be my knees. As I reached the edge
of the pier, I felt a distinct pop as my ears suddenly adjusted, then another stronger as my jaw
found it's proper place, now a little farther from my eyes it seemed. In fact, now looking down,
I could see my nose had also moved out, as well as moving down as I had felt before. It also was
black at the end, and covered in the brown hair everywhere else.

I looked down into the water. What I saw was quite different from my expectation. My
blonde hair was gone, and I now had no more hair other than the thick coat I now wore everywhere on
my body. My eyes were black now. I could now see the short muzzle that had taken my mouth and
nose away from my face. It was a strange feeling. Strangely... so right...
I didn't have much time to think over it. Just as it seemed that all had settled as it
was, I felt a great pain at the end of my spine. Looking back, I could see a bulge in the back of
my shorts, a bulge that was causing me great pain. Reaching back, I tried to loose the lump from
the fabric, but it beat me to the punch. My shorts were pushed quickly down by the growing tail.

At first I was surprised to see the tail, but looking at the rest of the ensemble, it was the
perfect compliment. It was long, thick and covered in the same brown fur that covered the rest of
my body. I briefly remembered that the shorts had been there for a purpose, but it was quickly
lost to the other preoccupations of the moment.

I felt great! I knew that it was over now, though I couldn't fathom why. I just knew.
Looking at myself, I couldn't find a trace of who I had been before. Instead, I saw what I should
have always been. Looking at myself in the water, I saw the face of an animal, but I couldn't for
the moment remember what it was, that was how caught up in the moment I was. It was the me I had
always wanted, though, and it felt awesome!

As I started to calm down, I had one irresistible urge. I quickly jumped off into the
water. It felt great just to swim around without having to worry about getting out. I was finally
living the life of my dreams!

Suddenly, as I swam through the water happily, I saw something moving to my right through
the water. I moved towards the object, and saw that it was an otter. I suddenly realized that that
is what I had become. I was an otter. If I had know it would feel this great, I would have looked
for a way to do it before!

I approached the otter, and we surfaced together. For the other otter, it seemed to be some
instinct. For me, I was following it, hoping somehow to communicate with it.

As we breached the surface, I heard it speaking to me.

"Welcome to the lake!" it said. If it hadn't been obvious before, I now knew this otter to
be female.

"H-Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hmm, you're not very talkative," she commented.

"Really? That is, I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for not..."

She clapped her paw over my muzzle. "Hush before you make a bigger fool of yourself. I
gave you this form so that you could enjoy this lake to the fullest, since you already loved it so
much. All I ask is that you enjoy this life, I do not need you to say anything."

A sudden thought hit me. "Wait, were you the one that bit me?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry about the pain, it was necessary."

"Oh no! No apologies for me! I would have gone through ten times worse for this!"

She giggled. "Glad you enjoy it so much! I thought you might..."

"So... Am I some sort of were otter or something?"

"Don’t be silly!" she said. "Were creatures don't exist!"

"Really? Wow, I thought it would be easy to have a were creature, considering what you

just did to me..."

She shook her head. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn."

I gave a mumbled, "Oh." That was all I could think of. I sat there for a while, trying to
think of what I could say at a time like this. Finally, though, something fun came to mind. "Hey,
you want to try out my slide?"

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-08-04T07:06:22Z

LurkingWolf:

{{author note|This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. For now this can be considered complete while I put the finishing touches on the storyline. Enjoy!}}

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{{title|name=Fall of Knight|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring of the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-08-04T07:03:43Z

LurkingWolf:

{{author note|This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!}}

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{{title|name=Fall of Knight|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring of the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild

2008-08-04T07:02:01Z

LurkingWolf:

{{author note|This is a completely fictional account of a particularly crazy night on the #MKGuild channel of irc.lapinia.org. Fictional, yet based on the fact that we're all insane in one way or another.}}

{{WIP}}

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[[Category: LurkingWolf]] [[Category: Story]] [[Category: Transgender]]

{{title|name=11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
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Well, it’s official: I’m bored. I sit with both hands behind my head, relaxing as best as I could. In front of me is another blank document. It’s frustrating, not being able to come up with new story ideas. If my computer wasn’t a laptop, I might be tempted to do some keyboard bashing with my head. I hate writer’s blocks!

Well, it is 11:00 in the evening, so I guess I should really get some sleep. What am I talking about? Me sleep at 11:00? In the immortal words of Vizzini, inconceivable! I could never sleep unless I hit the sack after midnight. It seems that, unless I’m completely exhausted, I really can’t get my eyes to stay shut. Visions of all of the loose story ideas always bother me unless I’m too tired to even focus on my name. So, that leaves one other thing, stay awake doing something.

As fun as it is, Portal is really even more confusing than usual at this time of night, so I opt not to go for that. Age of Empires? Nah, my reaction time is down a bit too much. I look through my library of thousands of songs in Windows Media Player, but that goes nowhere. How many times can you actually listen to the Halo theme before you go insane, anyway? I’m not in the mood to find out.

I pop Firefox up again. Scanning the forums I frequent, I find out rapidly that most of the rest of the world is sane enough to actually go to bed at this time of night. Nuts. When will they figure out that sanity is overrated?

I drum my fingers along the blank panel bordering my touchpad mouse. I notice idly that it sounds almost like a horse running. I concentrate on trying to make it sound even more like a horse until I realize what I’m doing. That’s a bit too insane for even me to keep doing for very long. I glance at my computer’s built in clock. 11:02. Nuts, even that bit of randomness didn’t burn much time.

Well, since no one sane is awake, I really need to find someone absolutely insane to talk to. I scan through all the insane people I know, only to rapidly lose track of how many of them I actually know. My life’s confusing that way.

Finally, I get an idea. When it comes to insanity, one place really stands out in the crowd. Sure, just about anywhere I go is crazy, but that’s just me, mainly. There’s only been one place where I’ve been matched at every turn in my utter insanity.

I pop up IceChat, then tell it to join irc.lapinia.org. It pauses for a few moments, then starts popping up console message faster than any human could ever read.

''[11:03] ->> Attempting to connect to irc.lapinia.org on port 6667''

''[11:03] ->> Connection Established''

‘All right, here we go,’ I think. As it starts to set all options to my defaults, I sit back and relax, intent on enjoying the ride.

As my eyes close, I can feel a odd heat spreading over my body. I smile slightly, knowing exactly what’s going on. There is a little bit of pain in different parts of my body as my shape changes, but I have long been used to this phenomenon. I shift slightly as the tail grows out of my pants. My face hurts, but it’s quickly over. I finally feel that it’s all finished, and look myself over.

Just like I prefer, I’m an anthropomorphic wolf again. My fur is mainly black, though the tips of some of the strands of fur have white tips. Under my chin is a patch of white fur, but it is the only fur that stands out against the dark background. I am now dressed in a black shirt and black denim pants. Zipped halfway up is my leather jacket, which appeared out of nowhere during the change. Across the leather jacket is strapped a bandolier of vials, each containing a liquid of a different color. If tonight is one of the really crazy ones, I’ll be needing them…

My feet are now digitigrade, so the socks I had been wearing aare gone, as it would have been somewhat uncomfortable to actually be wearing them in this form.

Just as I finish my quick inspection of my form, I look up at my computer.

''[11:04] ->> Attempting to join #MKGuild''

A few moments later, a bright white light flashes. When I can see again, I am in a rather featureless room. I am alone for now, though, if all goes well, it won’t be for long. As I’m standing there waiting, a line of text appears briefly in front of my eyes.

''[11:04] ->> You joined channel #MKGuild''

All of the sudden, the room isn’t quite so empty. Set beside one of the wall is a hot tub, bubbling as the water jets agitated the hot water. How we survive the combined heat of having fur and being in a hot tub I have no clue, but we manage.

Along another wall is set a standard Olympic length swimming pool, for the ones of us who were aquatic in nature. Currently it is empty, but it rarely stays that way for an entire day.

As I arrive at my target destination, I see that the channel is pretty full. Upon further inspection, though, I see one person has an annotation his head reading [AWAY], and another with a long line of Z‘s. Still, there were at least seven other people currently here with me in the room.

I move towards the group, though staying mostly to the shadows so that I could justify calling myself LurkingWolf. I recognize several of the regulars. There’s Foxtaur standing to one side of the central discussion area of the room. As the name suggests, he’s a fox in ‘taur form. This mean that he has the upper body of an anthro fox, with the lower body being a pony-sized fox body, and the two parts connected at the waist on the upper body, and where a neck would usually go on the lower half. Thoroughly a confusing form when you are first exposed to it, but it grows on you.

Across from him is Virmir, the archivist for the Metamor Keep story archives. He’s a gray fox, emphasis on gray, looking rather short, but then again he’s also an age regressed gray fox on top of Foxtaur being taller than an average person. He’s a familiar sight on the IRC, so I look at who else is here.

Well, there’s Kiska, also known as Coal Train or Cathal. In his current form, he’s a gryphon. Yup, it is absolutely true what they say, we accept all kinds!

Also here is Shazer, who is currently in his anthro fox form. At various times, he has also been an otter, and likes to take full advantage of both the pool and the hot tub on such nights.

Kit is also here. He’s a calico fox, or so they tell me. I’m just satisfied in that he is a fox, so I’ll stick with that generally. He’s the newest of the writers, and also the newest person to join the IRC.

Ryx is also here. He’s a semi-rare sight on the IRC, but when he’s here he’s very helpful with advice on writing. Otherwise, he’s generally quiet. He’s the one skunk on the channel. Generally, this would give him some amount of fearful respect from people, since they associate skunks with their stench, but we are used to him here.

The last of the people currently here is Richy. He’s a fox too. The thought strikes me that we have way too many of them… Nah, actually, I could go for a few more. He seems to love transforming and transgendering everyone randomly, or just being random for randomness’ sake. I’ve made it a note to try not to say anything that could be taken as a pun and used to transform me…

I join the group, who all greet me in turn. I duly note their greetings and greet them back. Apparently, they were just having another random conversation, as always. I grin, that’s about how it always is. Someone always seems to start something.

Apparently Richy was already warming up a plan, because shortly after I arrive, and after a few moments of near silence, he slaps Virmir across the face with a TF muffin, designed to turn whoever it hits into a random animal. Virmir, however, has other plans. He points up to the words over his head, written in a font which reminds me of the old SNES RPG text. They read quite plainly, ‘Invalid form.’

“Come on, Virmir,” Rich says, shaking his head. “You never cooperate.”

“You should be used to it by now,” Virmir responds with a grin.

I laugh. While most other people change their forms once in a while, Virmir is quite set on always being a gray fox. No one has yet changed him away from his preferred form, and I seriously doubt that they will anytime soon.

As I laugh, though, Rich slaps me with a TG muffin. I shut up instantly, then ask, “Why do you always hit me with the TG muffin?”

“Because you cooperate,” is the answer. Before I can really continue, though, I begin changing.

User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild

2008-08-04T07:00:15Z

LurkingWolf:

User:LurkingWolf/11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild

2008-08-04T06:57:32Z

LurkingWolf: New page: {{author note|This is a completely fictional account of a particularly crazy night on the #MKGuild channel of irc.lapinia.org. Fictional, yet based on the fact that we're all insane in on...

{{author note|This is a completely fictional account of a particularly crazy night on the #MKGuild channel of irc.lapinia.org. Fictional, yet based on the fact that we're all insane in one way or another.}}

{{WIP}}

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[[Category: LurkingWolf]] [[Category: Story]] [[Category: Transgender]]

{{title|name=11:00 O'Clock on the MKGuild|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
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Well, it’s official: I’m bored. I sit with both hands behind my head, relaxing as best as I could. In front of me is another blank document. It’s frustrating, not being able to come up with new story ideas. If my computer wasn’t a laptop, I might be tempted to do some keyboard bashing with my head. I hate writer’s blocks!

Well, it is 11:00 in the evening, so I guess I should really get some sleep. What am I talking about? Me sleep at 11:00? In the immortal words of Vizzini, inconceivable! I could never sleep unless I hit the sack after midnight. It seems that, unless I’m completely exhausted, I really can’t get my eyes to stay shut. Visions of all of the loose story ideas always bother me unless I’m too tired to even focus on my name. So, that leaves one other thing, stay awake doing something.

As fun as it is, Portal is really even more confusing than usual at this time of night, so I opt not to go for that. Age of Empires? Nah, my reaction time is down a bit too much. I look through my library of thousands of songs in Windows Media Player, but that goes nowhere. How many times can you actually listen to the Halo theme before you go insane, anyway? I’m not in the mood to find out.

I pop Firefox up again. Scanning the forums I frequent, I find out rapidly that most of the rest of the world is sane enough to actually go to bed at this time of night. Nuts. When will they figure out that sanity is overrated?

I drum my fingers along the blank panel bordering my touchpad mouse. I notice idly that it sounds almost like a horse running. I concentrate on trying to make it sound even more like a horse until I realize what I’m doing. That’s a bit too insane for even me to keep doing for very long. I glance at my computer’s built in clock. 11:02. Nuts, even that bit of randomness didn’t burn much time.

Well, since no one sane is awake, I really need to find someone absolutely insane to talk to. I scan through all the insane people I know, only to rapidly lose track of how many of them I actually know. My life’s confusing that way.

Finally, I get an idea. When it comes to insanity, one place really stands out in the crowd. Sure, just about anywhere I go is crazy, but that’s just me, mainly. There’s only been one place where I’ve been matched at every turn in my utter insanity.

I pop up IceChat, then tell it to join irc.lapinia.org. It pauses for a few moments, then starts popping up console message faster than any human could ever read.

[11:03] ->> Attempting to connect to irc.lapinia.org on port 6667
[11:03] ->> Connection Established

‘All right, here we go,’ I think. As it starts to set all options to my defaults, I sit back and relax, intent on enjoying the ride.

As my eyes close, I can feel a odd heat spreading over my body. I smile slightly, knowing exactly what’s going on. There is a little bit of pain in different parts of my body as my shape changes, but I have long been used to this phenomenon. I shift slightly as the tail grows out of my pants. My face hurts, but it’s quickly over. I finally feel that it’s all finished, and look myself over.

Just like I prefer, I’m an anthropomorphic wolf again. My fur is mainly black, though the tips of some of the strands of fur have white tips. Under my chin is a patch of white fur, but it is the only fur that stands out against the dark background. I am now dressed in a black shirt and black denim pants. Zipped halfway up is my leather jacket, which appeared out of nowhere during the change. Across the leather jacket is strapped a bandolier of vials, each containing a liquid of a different color. If tonight is one of the really crazy ones, I’ll be needing them…

My feet are now digitigrade, so the socks I had been wearing aare gone, as it would have been somewhat uncomfortable to actually be wearing them in this form.

Just as I finish my quick inspection of my form, I look up at my computer.

[11:04] ->> Attempting to join #MKGuild

A few moments later, a bright white light flashes. When I can see again, I am in a rather featureless room. I am alone for now, though, if all goes well, it won’t be for long. As I’m standing there waiting, a line of text appears briefly in front of my eyes.

[11:04] ->> You joined channel #MKGuild

All of the sudden, the room isn’t quite so empty. Set beside one of the wall is a hot tub, bubbling as the water jets agitated the hot water. How we survive the combined heat of having fur and being in a hot tub I have no clue, but we manage.

Along another wall is set a standard Olympic length swimming pool, for the ones of us who were aquatic in nature. Currently it is empty, but it rarely stays that way for an entire day.

As I arrive at my target destination, I see that the channel is pretty full. Upon further inspection, though, I see one person has an annotation his head reading [AWAY], and another with a long line of Z‘s. Still, there were at least seven other people currently here with me in the room.

I move towards the group, though staying mostly to the shadows so that I could justify calling myself LurkingWolf. I recognize several of the regulars. There’s Foxtaur standing to one side of the central discussion area of the room. As the name suggests, he’s a fox in ‘taur form. This mean that he has the upper body of an anthro fox, with the lower body being a pony-sized fox body, and the two parts connected at the waist on the upper body, and where a neck would usually go on the lower half. Thoroughly a confusing form when you are first exposed to it, but it grows on you.

Across from him is Virmir, the archivist for the Metamor Keep story archives. He’s a gray fox, emphasis on gray, looking rather short, but then again he’s also an age regressed gray fox on top of Foxtaur being taller than an average person. He’s a familiar sight on the IRC, so I look at who else is here.

Well, there’s Kiska, also known as Coal Train or Cathal. In his current form, he’s a gryphon. Yup, it is absolutely true what they say, we accept all kinds!

Also here is Shazer, who is currently in his anthro fox form. At various times, he has also been an otter, and likes to take full advantage of both the pool and the hot tub on such nights.

Kit is also here. He’s a calico fox, or so they tell me. I’m just satisfied in that he is a fox, so I’ll stick with that generally. He’s the newest of the writers, and also the newest person to join the IRC.

Ryx is also here. He’s a semi-rare sight on the IRC, but when he’s here he’s very helpful with advice on writing. Otherwise, he’s generally quiet. He’s the one skunk on the channel. Generally, this would give him some amount of fearful respect from people, since they associate skunks with their stench, but we are used to him here.

The last of the people currently here is Richy. He’s a fox too. The thought strikes me that we have way too many of them… Nah, actually, I could go for a few more. He seems to love transforming and transgendering everyone randomly, or just being random for randomness’ sake. I’ve made it a note to try not to say anything that could be taken as a pun and used to transform me…

I join the group, who all greet me in turn. I duly note their greetings and greet them back. Apparently, they were just having another random conversation, as always. I grin, that’s about how it always is. Someone always seems to start something.

Apparently Richy was already warming up a plan, because shortly after I arrive, and after a few moments of near silence, he slaps Virmir across the face with a TF muffin, designed to turn whoever it hits into a random animal. Virmir, however, has other plans. He points up to the words over his head, written in a font which reminds me of the old SNES RPG text. They read quite plainly, ‘Invalid form.’

“Come on, Virmir,” Rich says, shaking his head. “You never cooperate.”

“You should be used to it by now,” Virmir responds with a grin.

I laugh. While most other people change their forms once in a while, Virmir is quite set on always being a gray fox. No one has yet changed him away from his preferred form, and I seriously doubt that they will anytime soon.

As I laugh, though, Rich slaps me with a TG muffin. I shut up instantly, then ask, “Why do you always hit me with the TG muffin?”

“Because you cooperate,” is the answer. Before I can really continue, though, I begin changing.

User:LurkingWolf

2008-08-04T06:45:04Z

LurkingWolf:

User:LurkingWolf

2008-07-20T22:35:27Z

LurkingWolf: /* Stories */

=About Me=
Well, what's to tell? I'm not much to talk about, which is why I'm rambling about how little there is to say about me. The long and the short of it is that I started writing as a hobby at seven years of age. Back then it was all sort of "Dick and Jane" like baby blabber nonsense. If you don't know what that is like, consider yourself privileged. Anyhow, I believe I've improved vastly since then, but I'll let you be the the judge...

Anyway, ten years later, and four years after actually putting my first serious story down on paper, here I am. I like writing, so it's what I do for fun, between modding ancient video games and entering myself into competitions I have no hope of winning... Oh well, here I am, good luck getting rid of me!

=Stories=
* [[User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond|A Day at the Pond]]

''Teaser:''

A young man's day at the pond is rudely interrupted, with strange results.

* [[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

''Teaser:''

A wizard attempts a overthrow a kingdom by killing it's sovereign, but decided to 'mercifully' spare the princess.

=Contact Me=
Feel free to e-mail me at:

a_lil_dudeinpr2<at>hotmail<dot>com

User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond

2008-07-20T22:25:48Z

LurkingWolf:

{{author's note|Looking over this again, I think there are some things I could have done better. Expect an edit sometime in about a week}}

[[Category:LurkingWolf]] [[Category:Story]] [[Category: Otter]]

{{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
{{DEFAULTSORT:Day at the Pond, A}}

This was the life! Sitting out on the pier, listening to the sounds of the world around
me, completely cut off from all other humans. Not a care in the world, no problems, no work...
That's why I'd come here. I'd never been much interested in work. The only work I really did was
anything that was absolutely necessary for survival. That usually just consisted of fishing, which
was something that I liked doing anyway.

People called me anything from lazy to an absolute no account criminal. I guess they
figured that it was impossible to do as little work as I did and survive. I just think they lack
any imagination. If you're smart, you can live doing basically anything. For me, that was
basically nothing.

I sighed. This was the life! It couldn't get much better than this.

Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was missing. There
had to be something that wasn't fitting with my life, but I couldn't nail it down. I sighed
heavily. Would I ever figure it out?

Well, for the time being, a swim sounded like just the thing. I stood up, walked to the
beginning of the pier, turned, and ran at full speed towards the water. As I reached the end of
the pier, I jumped off and landed in the water, creating quite a splash.

I surfaced, blowing the water out of my mouth and nose before settling back into a calm
floating position on my back. I slowly maneuvered myself through the waters. I loved the feeling
of the water, it was just so relaxing. If it were humanly possible, I would live in the water.
There were some basic problems with that. First, I prune horribly. Second, breathing water isn't
usually my strong suite.

I swam around in a tight circle, making sure I kept it as slow as possible, preserving the
laziness that I was here to enjoy. I loved slow days, and tried to make sure to have at least
seven predominantly lazy days a week.

For the next hour or so, I floated serenely on the surface of the water, admiring the
scenery around me. I then swam to the edge of the lake, climbing out on the opposite shore.

If there was anything I enjoyed more than wasting a day being lazy, it was messing around,
finding new ways to have fun by myself. After all, no one else wanted to have anything to do with
me ever since I had been on my own. It had something to d with my trying to get everyone to join
me in my antics. I still persisted in trying to convince others to join me, but they would almost
always refuse, leaving me to shrug and tell them, "Suite yourself." I wished so much that I could
find someone who liked the simple life as much as I did, but that was highly unlikely.

Once more I had let my mind wander. For the time being, I trekked the short distance
between my exit point and the muddy bank that I had set up earlier. The mud was now just right for
my intended purpose. Smiling, I sat down just above the start of the narrow runway. Taking a deep
breath, I pushed myself forward and slid down the improvised water slide.

It was a blast! I felt the wind whipping past my face, through my long hair, the slick mud
basically eliminating the friction that would normally keep me from doing this. I hooted and
hollered like some crazed idiot all the way down into the water, then surfaced, sputtering and
spitting out the water that had gotten into my mouth while I was yelling. What a ride! I HAD to
do that again!

And I did. Eight more times I shot myself down the sloping bank, screaming for all I was
worth, having a general all around awesome time of it. After the ninth time, I just stayed at the
bottom of the bank for a while, still yelling about what a ride it was.

Finally I stopped yelling and just floated there for a few moments while I recovered from
the latest ride. Suddenly, though, I felt something that seemed to be nibbling at my toes. That
was weird, there had never been anything in here that would bite before. Being who I am, I thought
this without making a move to get away. It takes a bit of doing to get my adrenaline flowing, but
what happened next easily accomplished this.

Out of nowhere, I felt a rather painful bite right on the heel of my right foot. If I
thought that I had screamed loud before, I went about five decibels over loud this time. I was on
the pier in seconds, so fast that I didn't know whether I had used the ladder or just jumped out of
the water. Either way, I found myself sitting on the pier, looking at my foot. Now that I saw it,
I could see that it wasn't quite as horrible as I had thought when I felt it. There was some
blood, but not enough to elicit the reaction that I gave it.

So I was a baby. Still, there was something in the water that had drawn blood. This in
and of itself was enough to get me moving. I had never before thought that there might be
something in the water that could hurt me without my having to drink the water. It freaked me out!

As I looked at the little wounds that the mystery creature had dished out, I could see
about eight clearly defined individual injuries. Whatever it was, I couldn't identify it clearly
as anything I knew to be in these waters. Then again, I didn't know of anything that was
supposedly in these waters. I could rule a shark out conclusively, though. The fact that my leg
was still attached was testimony to this fact.

As I inspected the wounds, I noticed that they seemed to be healing already. Huh! How
convenient, there must have been something in the water was the only thing I could think of. I
wiped away the blood from the cuts, and none came to replace it. That was good. At least, to the
view of my severely limited medical knowledge it was. All of a sudden, though, I began to feel
rather odd. There was a sort of inexplicable heat that encompassed my entire body. The sun was
behind one of the few clouds in the sky, so that couldn't be it.

A few moments after beginning to feel hot, I also began to itch badly. It came out of
nowhere, one moment, I was feeling just fine, the next, I was scratching uncontrollably. Combined
with the heat, this situation made a respectable effort at making my life unbearable. The itching
became slowly less irritating, but by the time I was able to ignore it, some other, more concerning
things were happening to me. Take, for example, the light brown hair that now grew rather thickly
all over my body. It didn't look natural. For one thing, I'm a natural blonde, for another, the
hair was far thicker than it ought to have been on any human. I mean, I've know some hairy people,
but this was ridiculous!

Well, the next thing that became obviously amiss was my fingernails. I KNOW I only clip
them once a year, but my nervous ticks keep them in check every other time. I know for a fact,
though, that my nails had never been this long or this sharp. I could almost break through my skin
just dragging them over my skin. I quickly decided against further usage of this course of action
after the first attempt.

The color of my nails was also off. I know I don't clean under them at all as much as I
should, but seriously, they were completely grey. No wait, black! They darkened quickly, so they
were grey just a minute ago!

Quickly I had other concerns. My body was now completely covered by the strange brown
hair, which grew lighter along the chest and down the stomach. I realized suddenly that I seemed
to be shrinking. It wasn't fast, but it was noticeable. My arms and legs especially seemed
shorter, while my body became much longer in comparison to them. My legs also seemed to change
even more drastically than the rest of my body. My kneecaps seemed to disappear, replaced by a
smooth curve. My feet seemed to lengthen, making me start losing my balance. With what all was
going on, I decided to let gravity win for now, and fell to the wooden platform below me.

As I did, I looked behind me to see my legs finish changing. Their nails were changed too,
and strange black pads formed on their soles. The rest of the soles not included in the padding
were also covered by the hair. My arms changed slightly as well, and my hands were padded in a way
quite similar to my feet.

My head suddenly began to ache horribly. My ears seemed to become congested, but as I
tried to pop them, I felt as though my jaw became disjointed. Panicked, I grabbed at my face to
try and somehow pop it back into position, I felt my nose with my hands. The odd thing was that
they weren't anywhere near where they should feel my nose. It was like my nose had come out to
touch my hands. The really weird thing was that it didn't quite feel like my nose, or at least not
like how I remembered it. I just somehow knew it was my nose. It had changed too.

Finally feeling that I could do nothing about my jaw, I crawled on all fours towards the
water's edge to try to get a glance of the changes to my head. Oddly, all fours now meant on my
hands and feet. It didn't feel comfortable on what had used to be my knees. As I reached the edge
of the pier, I felt a distinct pop as my ears suddenly adjusted, then another stronger as my jaw
found it's proper place, now a little farther from my eyes it seemed. In fact, now looking down,
I could see my nose had also moved out, as well as moving down as I had felt before. It also was
black at the end, and covered in the brown hair everywhere else.

I looked down into the water. What I saw was quite different from my expectation. My
blonde hair was gone, and I now had no more hair other than the thick coat I now wore everywhere on
my body. My eyes were black now. I could now see the short muzzle that had taken my mouth and
nose away from my face. It was a strange feeling. Strangely... so right...
I didn't have much time to think over it. Just as it seemed that all had settled as it
was, I felt a great pain at the end of my spine. Looking back, I could see a bulge in the back of
my shorts, a bulge that was causing me great pain. Reaching back, I tried to loose the lump from
the fabric, but it beat me to the punch. My shorts were pushed quickly down by the growing tail.

At first I was surprised to see the tail, but looking at the rest of the ensemble, it was the
perfect compliment. It was long, thick and covered in the same brown fur that covered the rest of
my body. I briefly remembered that the shorts had been there for a purpose, but it was quickly
lost to the other preoccupations of the moment.

I felt great! I knew that it was over now, though I couldn't fathom why. I just knew.
Looking at myself, I couldn't find a trace of who I had been before. Instead, I saw what I should
have always been. Looking at myself in the water, I saw the face of an animal, but I couldn't for
the moment remember what it was, that was how caught up in the moment I was. It was the me I had
always wanted, though, and it felt awesome!

As I started to calm down, I had one irresistible urge. I quickly jumped off into the
water. It felt great just to swim around without having to worry about getting out. I was finally
living the life of my dreams!

Suddenly, as I swam through the water happily, I saw something moving to my right through
the water. I moved towards the object, and saw that it was an otter. I suddenly realized that that
is what I had become. I was an otter. If I had know it would feel this great, I would have looked
for a way to do it before!

I approached the otter, and we surfaced together. For the other otter, it seemed to be some
instinct. For me, I was following it, hoping somehow to communicate with it.

As we breached the surface, I heard it speaking to me.

"Welcome to the lake!" it said. If it hadn't been obvious before, I now knew this otter to
be female.

"H-Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hmm, you're not very talkative," she commented.

"Really? That is, I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for not..."

She clapped her paw over my muzzle. "Hush before you make a bigger fool of yourself. I
gave you this form so that you could enjoy this lake to the fullest, since you already loved it so
much. All I ask is that you enjoy this life, I do not need you to say anything."

A sudden thought hit me. "Wait, were you the one that bit me?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry about the pain, it was necessary."

"Oh no! No apologies for me! I would have gone through ten times worse for this!"

She giggled. "Glad you enjoy it so much! I thought you might..."

"So... Am I some sort of were otter or something?"

"Don’t be silly!" she said. "Were creatures don't exist!"

"Really? Wow, I thought it would be easy to have a were creature, considering what you

just did to me..."

She shook her head. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn."

I gave a mumbled, "Oh." That was all I could think of. I sat there for a while, trying to
think of what I could say at a time like this. Finally, though, something fun came to mind. "Hey,
you want to try out my slide?"

User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond

2008-07-20T06:26:47Z

LurkingWolf:

[[Category:LurkingWolf]] [[Category:Story]] [[Category: Otter]]

{{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}
{DEFAULTSORT:A Day at the Pond}

This was the life! Sitting out on the pier, listening to the sounds of the world around
me, completely cut off from all other humans. Not a care in the world, no problems, no work...
That's why I'd come here. I'd never been much interested in work. The only work I really did was
anything that was absolutely necessary for survival. That usually just consisted of fishing, which
was something that I liked doing anyway.

People called me anything from lazy to an absolute no account criminal. I guess they
figured that it was impossible to do as little work as I did and survive. I just think they lack
any imagination. If you're smart, you can live doing basically anything. For me, that was
basically nothing.

I sighed. This was the life! It couldn't get much better than this.

Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was missing. There
had to be something that wasn't fitting with my life, but I couldn't nail it down. I sighed
heavily. Would I ever figure it out?

Well, for the time being, a swim sounded like just the thing. I stood up, walked to the
beginning of the pier, turned, and ran at full speed towards the water. As I reached the end of
the pier, I jumped off and landed in the water, creating quite a splash.

I surfaced, blowing the water out of my mouth and nose before settling back into a calm
floating position on my back. I slowly maneuvered myself through the waters. I loved the feeling
of the water, it was just so relaxing. If it were humanly possible, I would live in the water.
There were some basic problems with that. First, I prune horribly. Second, breathing water isn't
usually my strong suite.

I swam around in a tight circle, making sure I kept it as slow as possible, preserving the
laziness that I was here to enjoy. I loved slow days, and tried to make sure to have at least
seven predominantly lazy days a week.

For the next hour or so, I floated serenely on the surface of the water, admiring the
scenery around me. I then swam to the edge of the lake, climbing out on the opposite shore.

If there was anything I enjoyed more than wasting a day being lazy, it was messing around,
finding new ways to have fun by myself. After all, no one else wanted to have anything to do with
me ever since I had been on my own. It had something to d with my trying to get everyone to join
me in my antics. I still persisted in trying to convince others to join me, but they would almost
always refuse, leaving me to shrug and tell them, "Suite yourself." I wished so much that I could
find someone who liked the simple life as much as I did, but that was highly unlikely.

Once more I had let my mind wander. For the time being, I trekked the short distance
between my exit point and the muddy bank that I had set up earlier. The mud was now just right for
my intended purpose. Smiling, I sat down just above the start of the narrow runway. Taking a deep
breath, I pushed myself forward and slid down the improvised water slide.

It was a blast! I felt the wind whipping past my face, through my long hair, the slick mud
basically eliminating the friction that would normally keep me from doing this. I hooted and
hollered like some crazed idiot all the way down into the water, then surfaced, sputtering and
spitting out the water that had gotten into my mouth while I was yelling. What a ride! I HAD to
do that again!

And I did. Eight more times I shot myself down the sloping bank, screaming for all I was
worth, having a general all around awesome time of it. After the ninth time, I just stayed at the
bottom of the bank for a while, still yelling about what a ride it was.

Finally I stopped yelling and just floated there for a few moments while I recovered from
the latest ride. Suddenly, though, I felt something that seemed to be nibbling at my toes. That
was weird, there had never been anything in here that would bite before. Being who I am, I thought
this without making a move to get away. It takes a bit of doing to get my adrenaline flowing, but
what happened next easily accomplished this.

Out of nowhere, I felt a rather painful bite right on the heel of my right foot. If I
thought that I had screamed loud before, I went about five decibels over loud this time. I was on
the pier in seconds, so fast that I didn't know whether I had used the ladder or just jumped out of
the water. Either way, I found myself sitting on the pier, looking at my foot. Now that I saw it,
I could see that it wasn't quite as horrible as I had thought when I felt it. There was some
blood, but not enough to elicit the reaction that I gave it.

So I was a baby. Still, there was something in the water that had drawn blood. This in
and of itself was enough to get me moving. I had never before thought that there might be
something in the water that could hurt me without my having to drink the water. It freaked me out!

As I looked at the little wounds that the mystery creature had dished out, I could see
about eight clearly defined individual injuries. Whatever it was, I couldn't identify it clearly
as anything I knew to be in these waters. Then again, I didn't know of anything that was
supposedly in these waters. I could rule a shark out conclusively, though. The fact that my leg
was still attached was testimony to this fact.

As I inspected the wounds, I noticed that they seemed to be healing already. Huh! How
convenient, there must have been something in the water was the only thing I could think of. I
wiped away the blood from the cuts, and none came to replace it. That was good. At least, to the
view of my severely limited medical knowledge it was. All of a sudden, though, I began to feel
rather odd. There was a sort of inexplicable heat that encompassed my entire body. The sun was
behind one of the few clouds in the sky, so that couldn't be it.

A few moments after beginning to feel hot, I also began to itch badly. It came out of
nowhere, one moment, I was feeling just fine, the next, I was scratching uncontrollably. Combined
with the heat, this situation made a respectable effort at making my life unbearable. The itching
became slowly less irritating, but by the time I was able to ignore it, some other, more concerning
things were happening to me. Take, for example, the light brown hair that now grew rather thickly
all over my body. It didn't look natural. For one thing, I'm a natural blonde, for another, the
hair was far thicker than it ought to have been on any human. I mean, I've know some hairy people,
but this was ridiculous!

Well, the next thing that became obviously amiss was my fingernails. I KNOW I only clip
them once a year, but my nervous ticks keep them in check every other time. I know for a fact,
though, that my nails had never been this long or this sharp. I could almost break through my skin
just dragging them over my skin. I quickly decided against further usage of this course of action
after the first attempt.

The color of my nails was also off. I know I don't clean under them at all as much as I
should, but seriously, they were completely grey. No wait, black! They darkened quickly, so they
were grey just a minute ago!

Quickly I had other concerns. My body was now completely covered by the strange brown
hair, which grew lighter along the chest and down the stomach. I realized suddenly that I seemed
to be shrinking. It wasn't fast, but it was noticeable. My arms and legs especially seemed
shorter, while my body became much longer in comparison to them. My legs also seemed to change
even more drastically than the rest of my body. My kneecaps seemed to disappear, replaced by a
smooth curve. My feet seemed to lengthen, making me start losing my balance. With what all was
going on, I decided to let gravity win for now, and fell to the wooden platform below me.

As I did, I looked behind me to see my legs finish changing. Their nails were changed too,
and strange black pads formed on their soles. The rest of the soles not included in the padding
were also covered by the hair. My arms changed slightly as well, and my hands were padded in a way
quite similar to my feet.

My head suddenly began to ache horribly. My ears seemed to become congested, but as I
tried to pop them, I felt as though my jaw became disjointed. Panicked, I grabbed at my face to
try and somehow pop it back into position, I felt my nose with my hands. The odd thing was that
they weren't anywhere near where they should feel my nose. It was like my nose had come out to
touch my hands. The really weird thing was that it didn't quite feel like my nose, or at least not
like how I remembered it. I just somehow knew it was my nose. It had changed too.

Finally feeling that I could do nothing about my jaw, I crawled on all fours towards the
water's edge to try to get a glance of the changes to my head. Oddly, all fours now meant on my
hands and feet. It didn't feel comfortable on what had used to be my knees. As I reached the edge
of the pier, I felt a distinct pop as my ears suddenly adjusted, then another stronger as my jaw
found it's proper place, now a little farther from my eyes it seemed. In fact, now looking down,
I could see my nose had also moved out, as well as moving down as I had felt before. It also was
black at the end, and covered in the brown hair everywhere else.

I looked down into the water. What I saw was quite different from my expectation. My
blonde hair was gone, and I now had no more hair other than the thick coat I now wore everywhere on
my body. My eyes were black now. I could now see the short muzzle that had taken my mouth and
nose away from my face. It was a strange feeling. Strangely... so right...
I didn't have much time to think over it. Just as it seemed that all had settled as it
was, I felt a great pain at the end of my spine. Looking back, I could see a bulge in the back of
my shorts, a bulge that was causing me great pain. Reaching back, I tried to loose the lump from
the fabric, but it beat me to the punch. My shorts were pushed quickly down by the growing tail.

At first I was surprised to see the tail, but looking at the rest of the ensemble, it was the
perfect compliment. It was long, thick and covered in the same brown fur that covered the rest of
my body. I briefly remembered that the shorts had been there for a purpose, but it was quickly
lost to the other preoccupations of the moment.

I felt great! I knew that it was over now, though I couldn't fathom why. I just knew.
Looking at myself, I couldn't find a trace of who I had been before. Instead, I saw what I should
have always been. Looking at myself in the water, I saw the face of an animal, but I couldn't for
the moment remember what it was, that was how caught up in the moment I was. It was the me I had
always wanted, though, and it felt awesome!

As I started to calm down, I had one irresistible urge. I quickly jumped off into the
water. It felt great just to swim around without having to worry about getting out. I was finally
living the life of my dreams!

Suddenly, as I swam through the water happily, I saw something moving to my right through
the water. I moved towards the object, and saw that it was an otter. I suddenly realized that that
is what I had become. I was an otter. If I had know it would feel this great, I would have looked
for a way to do it before!

I approached the otter, and we surfaced together. For the other otter, it seemed to be some
instinct. For me, I was following it, hoping somehow to communicate with it.

As we breached the surface, I heard it speaking to me.

"Welcome to the lake!" it said. If it hadn't been obvious before, I now knew this otter to
be female.

"H-Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hmm, you're not very talkative," she commented.

"Really? That is, I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for not..."

She clapped her paw over my muzzle. "Hush before you make a bigger fool of yourself. I
gave you this form so that you could enjoy this lake to the fullest, since you already loved it so
much. All I ask is that you enjoy this life, I do not need you to say anything."

A sudden thought hit me. "Wait, were you the one that bit me?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry about the pain, it was necessary."

"Oh no! No apologies for me! I would have gone through ten times worse for this!"

She giggled. "Glad you enjoy it so much! I thought you might..."

"So... Am I some sort of were otter or something?"

"Don’t be silly!" she said. "Were creatures don't exist!"

"Really? Wow, I thought it would be easy to have a were creature, considering what you

just did to me..."

She shook her head. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn."

I gave a mumbled, "Oh." That was all I could think of. I sat there for a while, trying to
think of what I could say at a time like this. Finally, though, something fun came to mind. "Hey,
you want to try out my slide?"

Category:Otter

2008-07-20T06:19:18Z

LurkingWolf: New page: Category:Stories by TF Stories involving a change into an otter.

[[Category:Stories by TF]]

Stories involving a change into an otter.

User:LurkingWolf/A Day at the Pond

2008-07-20T06:13:51Z

LurkingWolf: New page: Category:LurkingWolf Category:Story Category: Otter {{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}} This was the life! Sitting out...

[[Category:LurkingWolf]] [[Category:Story]] [[Category: Otter]]

{{title|name=A Day at the Pond|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

This was the life! Sitting out on the pier, listening to the sounds of the world around
me, completely cut off from all other humans. Not a care in the world, no problems, no work...
That's why I'd come here. I'd never been much interested in work. The only work I really did was
anything that was absolutely necessary for survival. That usually just consisted of fishing, which
was something that I liked doing anyway.

People called me anything from lazy to an absolute no account criminal. I guess they
figured that it was impossible to do as little work as I did and survive. I just think they lack
any imagination. If you're smart, you can live doing basically anything. For me, that was
basically nothing.

I sighed. This was the life! It couldn't get much better than this.

Actually, the more I thought about it, the more I felt that something was missing. There
had to be something that wasn't fitting with my life, but I couldn't nail it down. I sighed
heavily. Would I ever figure it out?

Well, for the time being, a swim sounded like just the thing. I stood up, walked to the
beginning of the pier, turned, and ran at full speed towards the water. As I reached the end of
the pier, I jumped off and landed in the water, creating quite a splash.

I surfaced, blowing the water out of my mouth and nose before settling back into a calm
floating position on my back. I slowly maneuvered myself through the waters. I loved the feeling
of the water, it was just so relaxing. If it were humanly possible, I would live in the water.
There were some basic problems with that. First, I prune horribly. Second, breathing water isn't
usually my strong suite.

I swam around in a tight circle, making sure I kept it as slow as possible, preserving the
laziness that I was here to enjoy. I loved slow days, and tried to make sure to have at least
seven predominantly lazy days a week.

For the next hour or so, I floated serenely on the surface of the water, admiring the
scenery around me. I then swam to the edge of the lake, climbing out on the opposite shore.

If there was anything I enjoyed more than wasting a day being lazy, it was messing around,
finding new ways to have fun by myself. After all, no one else wanted to have anything to do with
me ever since I had been on my own. It had something to d with my trying to get everyone to join
me in my antics. I still persisted in trying to convince others to join me, but they would almost
always refuse, leaving me to shrug and tell them, "Suite yourself." I wished so much that I could
find someone who liked the simple life as much as I did, but that was highly unlikely.

Once more I had let my mind wander. For the time being, I trekked the short distance
between my exit point and the muddy bank that I had set up earlier. The mud was now just right for
my intended purpose. Smiling, I sat down just above the start of the narrow runway. Taking a deep
breath, I pushed myself forward and slid down the improvised water slide.

It was a blast! I felt the wind whipping past my face, through my long hair, the slick mud
basically eliminating the friction that would normally keep me from doing this. I hooted and
hollered like some crazed idiot all the way down into the water, then surfaced, sputtering and
spitting out the water that had gotten into my mouth while I was yelling. What a ride! I HAD to
do that again!

And I did. Eight more times I shot myself down the sloping bank, screaming for all I was
worth, having a general all around awesome time of it. After the ninth time, I just stayed at the
bottom of the bank for a while, still yelling about what a ride it was.

Finally I stopped yelling and just floated there for a few moments while I recovered from
the latest ride. Suddenly, though, I felt something that seemed to be nibbling at my toes. That
was weird, there had never been anything in here that would bite before. Being who I am, I thought
this without making a move to get away. It takes a bit of doing to get my adrenaline flowing, but
what happened next easily accomplished this.

Out of nowhere, I felt a rather painful bite right on the heel of my right foot. If I
thought that I had screamed loud before, I went about five decibels over loud this time. I was on
the pier in seconds, so fast that I didn't know whether I had used the ladder or just jumped out of
the water. Either way, I found myself sitting on the pier, looking at my foot. Now that I saw it,
I could see that it wasn't quite as horrible as I had thought when I felt it. There was some
blood, but not enough to elicit the reaction that I gave it.

So I was a baby. Still, there was something in the water that had drawn blood. This in
and of itself was enough to get me moving. I had never before thought that there might be
something in the water that could hurt me without my having to drink the water. It freaked me out!

As I looked at the little wounds that the mystery creature had dished out, I could see
about eight clearly defined individual injuries. Whatever it was, I couldn't identify it clearly
as anything I knew to be in these waters. Then again, I didn't know of anything that was
supposedly in these waters. I could rule a shark out conclusively, though. The fact that my leg
was still attached was testimony to this fact.

As I inspected the wounds, I noticed that they seemed to be healing already. Huh! How
convenient, there must have been something in the water was the only thing I could think of. I
wiped away the blood from the cuts, and none came to replace it. That was good. At least, to the
view of my severely limited medical knowledge it was. All of a sudden, though, I began to feel
rather odd. There was a sort of inexplicable heat that encompassed my entire body. The sun was
behind one of the few clouds in the sky, so that couldn't be it.

A few moments after beginning to feel hot, I also began to itch badly. It came out of
nowhere, one moment, I was feeling just fine, the next, I was scratching uncontrollably. Combined
with the heat, this situation made a respectable effort at making my life unbearable. The itching
became slowly less irritating, but by the time I was able to ignore it, some other, more concerning
things were happening to me. Take, for example, the light brown hair that now grew rather thickly
all over my body. It didn't look natural. For one thing, I'm a natural blonde, for another, the
hair was far thicker than it ought to have been on any human. I mean, I've know some hairy people,
but this was ridiculous!

Well, the next thing that became obviously amiss was my fingernails. I KNOW I only clip
them once a year, but my nervous ticks keep them in check every other time. I know for a fact,
though, that my nails had never been this long or this sharp. I could almost break through my skin
just dragging them over my skin. I quickly decided against further usage of this course of action
after the first attempt.

The color of my nails was also off. I know I don't clean under them at all as much as I
should, but seriously, they were completely grey. No wait, black! They darkened quickly, so they
were grey just a minute ago!

Quickly I had other concerns. My body was now completely covered by the strange brown
hair, which grew lighter along the chest and down the stomach. I realized suddenly that I seemed
to be shrinking. It wasn't fast, but it was noticeable. My arms and legs especially seemed
shorter, while my body became much longer in comparison to them. My legs also seemed to change
even more drastically than the rest of my body. My kneecaps seemed to disappear, replaced by a
smooth curve. My feet seemed to lengthen, making me start losing my balance. With what all was
going on, I decided to let gravity win for now, and fell to the wooden platform below me.

As I did, I looked behind me to see my legs finish changing. Their nails were changed too,
and strange black pads formed on their soles. The rest of the soles not included in the padding
were also covered by the hair. My arms changed slightly as well, and my hands were padded in a way
quite similar to my feet.

My head suddenly began to ache horribly. My ears seemed to become congested, but as I
tried to pop them, I felt as though my jaw became disjointed. Panicked, I grabbed at my face to
try and somehow pop it back into position, I felt my nose with my hands. The odd thing was that
they weren't anywhere near where they should feel my nose. It was like my nose had come out to
touch my hands. The really weird thing was that it didn't quite feel like my nose, or at least not
like how I remembered it. I just somehow knew it was my nose. It had changed too.

Finally feeling that I could do nothing about my jaw, I crawled on all fours towards the
water's edge to try to get a glance of the changes to my head. Oddly, all fours now meant on my
hands and feet. It didn't feel comfortable on what had used to be my knees. As I reached the edge
of the pier, I felt a distinct pop as my ears suddenly adjusted, then another stronger as my jaw
found it's proper place, now a little farther from my eyes it seemed. In fact, now looking down,
I could see my nose had also moved out, as well as moving down as I had felt before. It also was
black at the end, and covered in the brown hair everywhere else.

I looked down into the water. What I saw was quite different from my expectation. My
blonde hair was gone, and I now had no more hair other than the thick coat I now wore everywhere on
my body. My eyes were black now. I could now see the short muzzle that had taken my mouth and
nose away from my face. It was a strange feeling. Strangely... so right...
I didn't have much time to think over it. Just as it seemed that all had settled as it
was, I felt a great pain at the end of my spine. Looking back, I could see a bulge in the back of
my shorts, a bulge that was causing me great pain. Reaching back, I tried to loose the lump from
the fabric, but it beat me to the punch. My shorts were pushed quickly down by the growing tail.

At first I was surprised to see the tail, but looking at the rest of the ensemble, it was the
perfect compliment. It was long, thick and covered in the same brown fur that covered the rest of
my body. I briefly remembered that the shorts had been there for a purpose, but it was quickly
lost to the other preoccupations of the moment.

I felt great! I knew that it was over now, though I couldn't fathom why. I just knew.
Looking at myself, I couldn't find a trace of who I had been before. Instead, I saw what I should
have always been. Looking at myself in the water, I saw the face of an animal, but I couldn't for
the moment remember what it was, that was how caught up in the moment I was. It was the me I had
always wanted, though, and it felt awesome!

As I started to calm down, I had one irresistible urge. I quickly jumped off into the
water. It felt great just to swim around without having to worry about getting out. I was finally
living the life of my dreams!

Suddenly, as I swam through the water happily, I saw something moving to my right through
the water. I moved towards the object, and saw that it was an otter. I suddenly realized that that
is what I had become. I was an otter. If I had know it would feel this great, I would have looked
for a way to do it before!

I approached the otter, and we surfaced together. For the other otter, it seemed to be some
instinct. For me, I was following it, hoping somehow to communicate with it.

As we breached the surface, I heard it speaking to me.

"Welcome to the lake!" it said. If it hadn't been obvious before, I now knew this otter to
be female.

"H-Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hmm, you're not very talkative," she commented.

"Really? That is, I'm sorry. I mean I'm sorry for not..."

She clapped her paw over my muzzle. "Hush before you make a bigger fool of yourself. I
gave you this form so that you could enjoy this lake to the fullest, since you already loved it so
much. All I ask is that you enjoy this life, I do not need you to say anything."

A sudden thought hit me. "Wait, were you the one that bit me?"

She nodded. "I'm sorry about the pain, it was necessary."

"Oh no! No apologies for me! I would have gone through ten times worse for this!"

She giggled. "Glad you enjoy it so much! I thought you might..."

"So... Am I some sort of were otter or something?"

"Don’t be silly!" she said. "Were creatures don't exist!"

"Really? Wow, I thought it would be easy to have a were creature, considering what you

just did to me..."

She shook her head. "Kid, you've got a lot to learn."

I gave a mumbled, "Oh." That was all I could think of. I sat there for a while, trying to
think of what I could say at a time like this. Finally, though, something fun came to mind. "Hey,
you want to try out my slide?"

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User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:42:16Z

LurkingWolf:

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

[[Category:LurkingWolf]][[Category:Story]][[Category:Canine]][[Category:Dog]][[Category:Magic]][[Category:Mental change]]{{DEFAULTSORT:Fall of Knight}}

{{title|name=Fall of Knight|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring of the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:40:15Z

LurkingWolf:

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

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{{title|name=Fall of Knight|user=LurkingWolf|author=Lurking Wolf|category=LurkingWolf}}

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring of the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:14:15Z

LurkingWolf:

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

{{title|name=Fall of Knight|user=LurkingWolf|author=LurkingWolf}}

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring og the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:04:48Z

LurkingWolf:

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

=== Fall of Knight ===
Author: [[User:LurkingWolf|LurkingWolf]]
----

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring og the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:03:37Z

LurkingWolf:

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:00:47Z

LurkingWolf: /* Fall of Knight */

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

== Fall of Knight ==
Author: [[User:LurkingWolf|LurkingWolf]]
----

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring og the third year, it happened...

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T04:00:01Z

LurkingWolf:

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

== Fall of Knight ==
Author: [[LurkingWolf]]
----

The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring og the third year, it happened...

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2008-05-17T03:58:10Z

LurkingWolf:

[[User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF|Fall of Knight]]

User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

2008-05-17T03:56:46Z

LurkingWolf: New page: '''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!'' ---- The...

'''Author's Note:''' ''This is the introduction to a story I just started. It began as just a practice on TF scenes, but it has developed a storyline all it's own. Enjoy!''

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The wizard chuckled coldly, looking at the young woman in front of him.

"You poor fool. Your father couldn't save you. You're worthless." She began to sob, her tears falling onto the motionless form in front of her.

"You'll pay for this!" she cried. She leapt up, trying to attack her captor, but he just grabbed her arm and threw her back onto the floor beside her dead father.

"You can't defeat me!" the villain cried triumphantly. He laughed, a booming, sinister laugh that seemed to make the stone walls tremble about him. "Do you want to know what I'll do to your brother and his band when they come looking for you?"

"No, I want you to die!" she cried, looking up into his face.

"Now, now, princess. You know that that poor buffoon of a brother can't defeat me, any more than could your father. I won't die. I will rule this land with an iron hand, as it should have been ruled in the days of yore. No more negotiations, just death to all who oppose us!" He stared at the poor young woman who trembled with a mixture of fear and rage. She looked almost ready to lash out again. "Enough games, though. Tell me, Rebecca, do you like sheep?"

"Sheep?"

"Yes, you know, those horrible little wooly creatures that farmers keep. I can't stand them, personally."

"I know what they are, snake!"

"No need to get so angry!" the wizard laughed. "Answer my question, then."

"I like them well enough, and they are definitely a higher form of life than you."

"Good, good!" the wizard chuckled, ignoring the insult. "Then you won't mind becoming a shepherdess, then?"

"What? No, I will not do anything to help you!"

"I believe you, but you will do it for someone else," he responded.

"Why? Why would you let me go after killing my father?"

"Don't worry, I'll make sure that no one recognizes you."

"Impossible!" cried the outraged princess. "All of my subjects know me! I have done so much good for them!"

"And you will continue to do so, only in a different capacity than before," the wizard concluded. "And no one would possibly believe that their sheepdog used to be their princess, now would they?"

Rebecca gasped in horror. "You couldn't!"

"I will," responded the mage. He mumbled a few phrases in a low tone, chanting words over and over. He closed his eyes, raising his hands with his palms up. Thinking that he couldn't see her, the princess picked up her father's weapon and attacked the wizard, only to find her hand in the vice like grip of her enemy. The blade fell away, clattering on the floor. Rebecca struggled for a moment, trying to break her enemy's grip, then suddenly she froze. He held her arm for a few more moments, then finished his chanting and looked at her quietly.

"Say good-bye to your humanity, princess," he hissed in her ear, then threw her back. She dropped to the floor. She tried to rise, but a great dizziness dissuaded her from her attempts. She placed her hand to her head, only to pull it away with a gasp. She stared at her hand, unable to speak from the shock. Her fingernails had lengthened, now coming a small distance out from her fingertips. They also were now pointed, and they continued to increase in sharpness. They also started to curve slightly. Their color was changing as well, from nearly transparent, to dull opaque gray, until they finally turned completely black.

She gasped, now recognizing her new nails for what they were... Claws. They now were moving down her fingers, assuming new positions at the tips.

The wizard laughed. "That, my princess, is the preview of things to come. Soon, you will be to the rest of the world as a natural born collie."

"No!" the princess cried, but she could do nothing for the changes that were now upon her. As she spoke, she felt her teeth with her tongue. They were sharp! She played her tongue along them again, trying to find that they weren't as she felt, but they were only sharper every time.

"Come, look at yourself now, princess!" the wizard cackled. He produced a mirror from his cloak, holding it out to the princess. She was too shocked to refuse. She held the mirror out in front of her, looking at her radically changed teeth. They were longer, and definitely sharper.

"My teeth..."

"Yes, and that's not all. Have you seen your hands lately?"

The princess looked at her hands, gasping as she did. They were covered with white fur! She began to hyperventilate, shock making her unable to catch her breath. She tried to say something, but was unable to get the words to form into sentences. She realized now that her thoughts were becoming disjointed, as she started to lose her human mind. What now remained of it screamed against the changes that were changing her mind into a dog’s.

“Do you feel that, princess?” asked the wizard. “Do you feel your human mind slipping, you starting to accept the change, even like it? When this is finished, even you won’t remember who you were!”

Hearing this, the princess started to fight back with a will that had been hidden within her, waiting to emerge. Somehow, though the magic pressed her to lose her rational mind and adopt that of the animal she was becoming physically, she resisted, making progress against the flood of instincts that threatened to take her mind. Her sharpened canine teeth gritted together as she fought. Light brown fur moved towards her faces, and as it did, her mouth and nose joined and moved out into a long muzzle. Her nose became black and moist, now completely a dog’s nose.

The fur moved up her head, her hair thinning as the fur reached the top of her head. Her ears, now completely furred, became pointed and moved towards the top of her head. As the changes progressed, the princess had to fight not only the flood of canine instincts, but also the pain of her radically changing head. She began to growl, fighting to retain at least her human mind. Her body began to change further as she got thinner, her ribs changing position as her insides changed, causing a flash of pain that elicited a loud growl from the changing princess.

“That’s right, princess, react just like a dog,” the wizard cackled. If there’s any of you left in there, you’ll find it impossible to control yourself. You should now be completely dominated by the dog’s mind.”

The princess found some comfort in the fact that he was wrong. Inside her mind, she was unable to completely fight back the instincts, yet she retained control of her body. The fur continued down her body, white on the chest and stomach, and brown everywhere else. It was long, and made the room unbearably hot. She stopped gritting her teeth as a canine instinct drove her to pant loudly, her lengthened tongue lolling out of her mouth, taking great breaths of air to counter the heat.

The wizard strode calmly around her, watching as her features changed further, the palms of her hands expanding into pads, her finger shortening, and her thumbs shrinking and moving up her arms. Her arms’ structure was being altered, from the arm of a woman, to the foreleg of a sheepdog. As the fur moved along her legs, she let out a loud yowl of pain, as her hips popped, changing to give her the quadruped stance of a common dog. Her kneecaps seemed to disappear, her knees becoming little more than a curve in her rear legs. Her feet lengthened, ripping through her slippers. Her heels lifted from the ground, becoming the backward knees of a dog. From behind the princess came a tail, waving slowly as the princess experimented with it. It was brown on top, with white fur on the bottom.

With this done, the princess looked exactly like a dog. The wizard laughed cruelly. “I’m sorry princess, but you won’t be here to greet your brother. Don’t worry, though, it is highly likely that he may join you soon.”

The princess stepped out from among her ruined clothes. She didn’t feel at all immodest. Her fur covered her entirely. Also, the knowledge that the wizard thought that her mind was gone made it imperative that she should act like one, and dogs didn’t wear clothes. She knew that she couldn’t risk showing that her mind remained, so she want up to the wizard, against the resistance that his presence naturally produced. She jumped up beside him, placing one of her paws on his chest, giving him a canine smile.

“Well, would you look at that? Seems as though this experience had produced a change of heart in you, my friend.” He patted her head, ruffling her fur. Although she was repulsed be him, she felt some sort of pleasure in this. She dropped down as he finished, panting and looking at him silently.

“I’ll just have you taken to your new owners now, my canine friend.” The wizard motioned to one of his minions, who can and tied a rope around the dog’s neck. He then led her through the palace, then out among the farms of the serfs that surrounded it.

A few minutes later, the guard tangled the rope in a thorny bush, then left her. Looking around, the princess, now a dog, saw the humble house of a farmer’s family. Only a minutes later, the door opened, and a young man stepped out, closing the door behind him. The princess realized that this was likely her intended owners. With nowhere else to go, and unable to escape from the bush by herself, she began to struggle against the rope and bark loudly. It wasn’t long before he had her released.

The boy brought her to his father, and the entire family endeavored to find where the dog had come from. After several weeks without success, they finally decided that they would keep her. She spent the next two years assisting the family with the sheep, and looking desperately for a way to escape.

The wizard, over time, put his plans into action, changing the once prosperous land into a choked, oppressive dictatorship. The princess found herself feeling greatly for the family who cared for her, as they were pressed upon to give more crops and sheep than they could possibly replace. The family struggled to survive, and, after her two years, she had watched sadly as the family’s daughter died, the father’s health decline, and the boy who found her, the keeper of the sheep, slowly fell to an unending sadness which seemed to almost overwhelm him. Only when she was able to be right next to him was he able to break the depression. She started staying with him as often as possible, trying to bring him back from his constant sadness. Still, he struggled to break through his sadness, as long as the family struggled to survive.

Two years later, the princess still had not heard of or from her brother. She hoped with a wild, irrational hope that he had somehow survived, and that he would find a way to defeat the man who now ruled their kingdom. But, two years later, he was still unaccounted for. Then, in early spring og the third year, it happened...

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2008-05-17T03:53:01Z

LurkingWolf: New page: User:LurkingWolf/Fall of Knight TF

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