Hello everyone! I was in the middle of writing out a TF story for practice and I figured I would toss out a line and see if anyone wanted to purchase the opportunity to be in the story!

Essentially, the story is going to be around 8 to 10 pages or potentially much more and will focus on transformation with M/M sexual interactions. Your character will be transformed by the use of a drug called Animalia which they will initially sip in a drink with before moving on to other uses of it such as the use of it as a lubricant. You can decide what anthro species your partner will be and you will transform into the same anthro species as them. The only limitations are that the species have to be based on a real-life creature.

The story will be done within a matter of days and will only experience one or two edit scans.

The asking price for this is $100 though I'm willing to negotiate on the price if I like your idea and since this is just practice.

If you are interested, respond to the journal below!

For now, here's some of what has been written already to help show what you can expect as well as the quality of my writing!

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“Do you need help with your bags sirrrr?”

It was a rainy night in San Converto. The kind of night where mist danced in bright colors along the midnight streets, their mishappen rainbows cast by the light of humming neon signs advertising everything from diners to nightclubs.

Brian, for his part, hated the feeling of droplets falling upon his skin. They felt wet and distant, the cold water impassive to his personal plight. His umbrella, for all its wide berth, could only do so much against the downpour as the rain plinked against the metal car roof to splatter against his grimacing face.

He tried not to show his disdain but tonight he was frustrated. He had missed his flight home and, low on cash, he had to trust that whatever seedy hotel he had been brought to would have at minimum a proper mattress to sleep on.

And he hated that his taxi driver had just purred while talking.

“N…no thank you.”

Trying to cast a half smile to break his irate frown before the other creature noticed, Brian could not help but stare despite his attempt to be courteous.

Black fur drenched in the chilly evening air, the cat-like being before him swished its tail in seeming amusement at Brian’s discomfort before tipping his cap in a polite gesture from between furry ears. Turning, he reentered his yellow stained taxicab with a lazy efficiency that the human could not tell was from his feline mannerisms or from years of work experience.

“Fucking feral” the tired businessman mumbled under his breath before picking up his suitcase and began to search for a nearby shelter from the storm.

The humanoid cat and others like him were, for their part, a relatively new phenomenon. Coming onto the scene about a decade ago, they were the obvious imbibers of a synthetic drug called Animalia.

Purported to give enhanced senses, a greater sex drive, and more energy it also carried with it one rather inhuman trait. People who took the drug became changed… They would manifest different animal qualities with every puff or sip of the drug until they were what the world called a Feral. An anthropomorphic creature.

Of course, the world had gone into an uproar over the introduction of animal people. But soon, much like cybernetics a few years beforehand, it quickly became apparent that they, and the drug, were here to stay.

Still, it sent shivers up the man’s spine as he quickly glanced around the various neon signs that begged for his attention looking for a hotel. Ferals weren’t common and to have one as his driver had left a bad taste in Brian’s mouth. The kind that only alcohol would be able to get rid of.

Whatever. So long as he was able to find a room and get some rest that’s all that really mattered. Then he could get home and forget about the whole horrid experience.

Now where were the lodgings that the cat-like driver had recommended? Something called The Fen? The Bend?

Oh. The Den. Yeah that made sense. Staring at him with flickering blue lettering was a two-story building that seemed to sit low when compared to its nearby peers. By no means did this make it any less ostentatious though. Prints of paw pads and a cartoon dog welcoming guests with a big grin littered the entranceway.

“Having a ruff night? Come on in and relax!” stated the cartoon dog in large bold lettering, its arm outstretched to guide potential visitors inside.

“Fuck me” Brian stated out loud with disgust. Glancing around confirmed the worst, however. There were no other hotels on the street, and he didn’t have enough money to get another taxicab if he wanted to get to the airport in the morning. He could walk, but the pitter patter of the rain on top of his umbrella and the cold shiver permeating his body suggested otherwise.

Fine. It was just for one night. He could manage that.

Sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly, the tired businessman walked inside the entrance. The smile of the cartoon dog mocking his decision with every squelching footstep.