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LiteratureThe Artist Becomes the Art Rae sighed as the shut the door behind them. Yet another long day with a long night shift at work she just had to deal with. Rubbing her eyes, she walked towards her room, her whole body heavy with tiredness. She couldn’t complain about having a job, not really at least, it provided enough money to live off of and that is important. Yet there was a feeling, deep inside her, that something needed to change. She wasn’t sure what, but something needed to shake up her life. Taking off her glasses, she lied down on her bed with a sigh. Knowing a change is needed is one thing, making that change is another. Especially considering shflatten

LiteratureSplitAnn, face smothered against the cave floor, stretched her arm down the hole her keys had fallen into. Her other hand held her flashlight. “Come on…” The hole had practically swallowed her shoulder, but all she could feel was rock. She pushed further, crawling with her fingers to extend an extra inch, but she couldn’t get to the bottom. “Okay, fine.” She took her time pulling her arm out so it wouldn’t be scraped. Her keys were in clear view, shining about as bright as the sun. So much good that did. She didn’t have anything to scrape it out with, and, knowing her luck, she would probably get wsplit

LiteratureThe Fursuit Hotel[Migrated Story] Story made referencing this video: https://www.reddit.com/r/furry_irl/comments/18hpl47/furryirl/ --- Mark was once what many called a normie, typically avoiding others dressed in animal costumes – the furries. Close to the December period of every year, he would travel to other countries to do some sightseeing for a week or two, staying over at a hotel close to the tourist attractions he planned to visit. Wearing just a plain white hoodie and beige pants, he stepped out of the airport under the late afternoon skies with his traveling backpack strapped to his shoulders, following the map application on his phone to his place of accommodation. He was lucky that it was a hotel just a stone’s throw away from his current position, a convenient way to enter and exit the country without the hassle of taking public transport. However, his luck ran out when he stumbled across fursuiters strolling along the streets in the direction of… his hotel. Apparently, the hotel he wascostume

LiteratureWorld Of Insects (Fly TF Body-Swap)I wiped the sweat off my brow as I wandered up and down the backyard of my house. It was a brisk summer day and I was mowing my lawn, finding myself extremely bored while doing so. I decided that after I finished mowing, I would go fumigate the shed. At least that would be slightly fun. Eliminating pesky insects had always been something of a fun pastime for myself ever since I was young! Did I feel sorry for them? On occasion, I guess. However, some insects carry diseases and some just like to suck your blood. On top of that, they just bug me. I've always hated the little vermin, obnoxiously buzzing around and just bothering me. I absolutelAnotherWorld

LiteratureDraythix's Awakening (Dragon Merge/TF)Shackles biting into his scales were the first thing that Draythix felt as consciousness slowly returned to him. The next thing he felt was the rough stone floor that he was lying on. Upon opening his eyes he saw that he seemed to be in a large cave lit by torchlight and magic. The realization that he was imprisoned nearly made him snarl in rage, but Draythix managed to calm himself and instead try to get a better understanding of his situation. The last thing that the weredragon could remember was meeting yet another healer. This one had claimed that his magic could help keep the dragon rage at bay. Every passing month seemed to cause Draydragon

LiteratureHydra TransformationTransformation of a 16 year old boy named Colba into a Hydra. Enjoy my weirdness. Dolca is being annoyingly close today. He must need something from me…He probably wants to test a spell he found. I really wish he would practice his magic on someone else sometimes. Sometimes I ask myself why I keep the warlock as a friend…then I remind myself that we aren’t friends. He is the master’s son and I am just a simple stable boy. A stable boy who reacts “spectacularly” with magic… Dolca says so any way. I think I’m just the only one too weak to say “no” honestly. I sigh quietly whhydra

LiteratureGriffin TFTo Elisabeth Sladen, best known for her role as Sarah Jane Smith in Doctor Who and The Sarah Jane Adventures. February 1, 1946 to April 19, 2011. The griffin swam out of the water, his yellow beak panting like mad. What seemed like hours of swimming in the water passed before his talons touched the ground. He smiled broadly as he crawled onto the soft ground and away from the lake. He laid on his stomach and let the sun dry up his body, made easier thanks to his blue fur and feather. He flipped onto his back when he felt it was all dried up now. He smiled relaxingly as his large blue wings expanded. Even after swimming out of the water andgryphon

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