So tonight I tried a thing where I just took some suggestions for TF stories, and just wanted to do quick stories with them, and this worked really well to get me out of a writing rut, SOOOO I'm going to do this again, click on the link below and suggest stories and I might write up a story for you!

Each of these stories will have the suggester(s) linked next to the story name!

Link to the journal for your suggestions: http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/6476417/

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A Were Birthday: Suggested by  darkblade2814 and  Animorph324

“Happy birthday!” the shout made Paul’s ear ring as he held it away from his head, wincing as he pulled in tight. “My little brother finally hit the big two one, I’m sooooo proud. I tried to reach you but you were probably partying your butt off little bro, so I just left this little voice mail for you. Don’t forget that I’m dropping by tonight, Paul,” Joe’s voice said from the voicemail, and Paul rolled his eyes as he set the phone down and rubbed his ear.

Paul had no interest in drinking to be honest, he’d been studying for a bit exam rather than drinking any alcoholic beverages. Under any circumstance he already had a killer toothache coupled with a headache, why would he put himself under the stress of drinking and getting a worse hangover? Rubbing his jaw, the young man slipped back into his seat. It was about time for his brother to be coming... “Hm...” he muttered, noticing some blue fuzz sticking to the back of his hand as he had been lifting the cover of his book. “Must’ve gotten some clothes fuzz,” he said, trying to pull the fuzz off, but it yanked up his hand with it making him wince. “Ouch! Did I glue this to my hand?” he asked, trying to pull it off again, but the result remained the same.

Sighing and walking over to the sink, Paul turned on the faucet as he flicked on the light which promptly popped as he started to try to wash the fuzz off. “Really?” he growled, looking up to see the bulb having actually shattered, and his eyes widened as he looked into the sink where bits of glass sat. “Well... better turn that off...” he muttered, flicking the switch off as he noticed more fur on his right hand. “What?” On close inspection, this fur had some gray in it as well. “Am I going crazy now?” he grunted, and now with another wash he realized this fur wasn’t coming off... and that it was spreading.

The fur was making its way into the sleeve of his shirt, and as it spread across his fist Paul felt his hand bones popping a bit as it started to swell in size, and the meat of his palm was starting to grow out and blacken into a cat’s paw shape. “What’s going on here?!” he shouted, and winced as one of his neighbors slammed the wall to shut him up.

Pulling back his sleeve, it seemed that his hand wasn’t the first thing to be growing fur as his forearm and his shoulder were already covered in a light gray and blue fuzz, and was just growing thicker as the fur from his hand was spreading up. “This is crazy, I need to shave this off,” Paul said, his heart in his throat but he was trying to stay calm, though that was hard when his whole body was aching and starting to swell up, and his upper jaw pain was increasing as his teeth seemed to be growing... along with his mouth and nose. “This is insane!” he hissed, looking into a mirror before dragging out his razor and preparing it to cut through the fur, but as soon as the barbed end of the razor touched his fur, and Paul flicked it on the machine blew out, along with all of the electricity in his bathroom... and the whole college dorm.

“Hey! What’s going on?!” a scream came from the room next door, and Paul flinched as the bathroom was flush with darkness and he couldn’t see... except... he could? It was like looking at a black and white movie, like one of those horror camera shows. Everything was black and white for Paul, but he could see in the dark... and he could see his shirt ripping off as his chest fur grew out, and his chest pumped out a bit.

“Oh my God, I’m becoming a monster or something...” Paul whispered, feeling panicked as his reflection’s face grew out, a leathery black nose appearing in front of a blue and gray furred muzzle. Reaching up he was starting to brush his cheek, but he accidentally nicked his face with his new sharp claws.

“Be careful with those, tiger,” a familiar voice said from behind Paul, and the man turned and screamed as he saw his older brother... er, older tiger brother? “Well you’re turning out nicely, though I should’ve warned you not to touch anything electricity. Something about our bodies fritzs anything electronic,” Joe explained, he wore nothing but a pair of shorts revealing his surprisingly buff chest.

Comparing himself to his sibling, Paul shook his head and rubbed his forehead. “Wait... what’s going on?” he asked, though it was rather garbled as his teeth at that point had decided to start popping out, and being replaced by much sharper teeth explaining his jaw pain. “This is crazy! Why are you a tiger thing? Why am I a tiger thing?! WHY AM I BLUE?!” he shouted, not really worried about being heard as everybody outside in the halls was talking loud enough to drown out the young tiger’s outburst.

Putting a finger to his lips, Joe quieted his younger sibling as there was a shredding sound, and Paul winced as a tail whipped out from his pants, stretching and popping a few times as Paul suddenly felt very sick, and dizzy as he realized he had a new appendage sticking out of the back of his pants... and the ears popping didn’t help his headache. “Huh... you know you’re holding together a lot better than me. When my hands turned into paws, I threw u... oh...” he grunted, glancing at his sibling who was now hurling over the toilet. “Well... you lasted longer than I did, little bro,” Joe said, leaning up against the bathroom counter as Paul retched a few times before standing up and wiping his fully grown muzzle, though he flinched upon touching the muzzle as it felt super sensitive... actually his whole body felt like one big exposed nerve as any touch made him more jumpy than he’d ever been in his life.

“Euch... now... why are we tigers, Joe?” Paul asked, his body finally starting to wind down, though he was disoriented when he realized he had put on a few extra inches during the change, and now he was nearly his sibling’s height, though Joe’s hair gave him a good extra inch on him.

Guiding his brother to the bedroom, Joe handed over a bag containing a pair of shorts just like his own. “Happy birthday, Paul. You finally get your birthright. You see our family has a bit of a... special thing about us. We’re were-tigers, though to be exact, were-maltese tigers, but that’s a mouthful. So we abbreviate,” Joe said, twirling one of his whiskers as Paul slipped on the shorts which seemed to be a perfect fit. “According to dad, our whole family was cursed by this witch or something, so we have the ability to change into were-tigers! The good news is, we can change whenever we want! The bad news is, you rarely want to change back,” Joe laughed, languishing on Paul’s bed as the college student gave his brother a glare, though it felt weird as everything looked so sharp that he felt like he was only glaring at one particle of his brother’s body rather than at all of him.

“How is this funny, Joe?” Paul grunted, though he had to admit that he was getting an odd sense of elation out of being a were-tiger... every one of his muscles buzzed with energy, and he wanted to get it out... “We’re freaking cat people!”

Looking up at his brother, Joe winked. “Oh Paul, wait until tomorrow. Mom and Dad have a whole party planned out to have you test out your new body, oh though you’re not going to be able to change back until then... there’s a bit of a whole trick to the turning back schenanigans, but until then... oh just to let you know, be careful about your feet claws...”

“My feet claw... OH MY GOD, WHY?!” Paul screamed, falling onto his back as his feet claws grew in, and it was like something sliced through each of his toes, and a knife took their place. “Oh my lord!” he roared, thankfully nobody outside heard due to the continued blather of college students, though Joe’s laughter nearly got some people’s attention as Paul growled in pain.

“Well just to let you know, the whole trick about turning back... we kinda never turn back, bro,” Joe said, and Paul looked up at him in confusion, still cradling his foot.

“What do you mean?” Paul growled, surprised at how well he could do it as he had never been able to roll his r’s let alone growl like that.

“Well... it’s kinda magic that lets us look human... eh, you’ll get used to it! Now follow me out the window bro! You can worry about the humans later, we have to get you used to testing that body out!” Joe said, jumping to his feet happily as Paul stumbled to his feet, but even with the pain of his toes he felt an energy unlocking in his heart that made him want to run more than ever.

“Well... it could be worse,” the new were-tiger said, though he still questioend the plausibility of the name of were-tiger if he never turned back... but that would be a question for another day, out the window they leapt, and Paul momentarily forgot about the fact that he still had a broken bulb in his sink until he would return three days later, looking human, but planning to join the football team to test out his new tiger muscles...

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Dragon Ruby: Suggested by  agentofempathy



“They’ll call me the next great indiana jones! Wait... the next Lara Croft! Wait a minute...” Douglas muttered, tapping his chin as he ducked under some vines covering the temple entrance. The young man had been traipsing his way through the european jungles during his summer break from college, and he had been doing a bunch of research on local temples for his archaeology professor, though that professor seemed to have an almost unhealthy obsession for egyptian mythology... but he had been sure he would gain some extra credit in the next semesters.

On his treks into the jungle he had discovered an unmarked temple though, and though he had asked about it around the local towns, nobody knew anything about it, and as such Douglas was sure he was the first explorer to find it! “The professor might help me get published in a scholarly magazine!” Douglas said excitedly, flashing his light from left to right as he traced his light over the runes in the walls, though truth be told Douglas was awful at reading any form of runes or hieroglyphics, he left that up to his fellow historians.

From what Douglas could recognize on the wall there seemed to be many descriptions of dragons, but other than that most everything else seemed pretty gobbledygook to him. “Must be referencing a dragon’s hoard...” Douglas said, grinning wide as he made his way through a large cobweb, shaking it off quickly to make sure no spiders stuck to him. “I’m not pulling a indi spider moment...” he laughed, and as he explored the dark ruins he made sure to wind up his flashlight with the knob on the side.

Most of what Douglas had studied about going into an archaeologist field was from tomb raider, indiana jones, and some b rated cheesy action flicks about going into tombs. Flicking his light back and forth he grinned as it glinted on something on a dais, and his eyes lit up with excitement as he swiveled his arm back to the dais and walked towards it. Sitting on the pedestal was a glowing rock that glowed red as he flashed his light over it. “Holy...” Douglas whispered, as if talking any louder might break the stone.

Without thinking Douglas snatched the rock off of the dais, and he realized his mistake as... absolutely nothing happened. “No trap? Awww...” Douglas muttered, throwing the rock into his bag as he glanced around the room.. to realize a lion was staring at him from the darkness. Douglas froze as his throat constricted, and the lion started to growl. “Oh... well thank you karma, I’m sure you enjoyed your laugh!” Douglas shouted, and then he sprinted away from the room as the lion started to chase after him.

“No! No! No! No!” Douglas shouted, about to throw up his heart which was half way into his mouth as he jumped over a knocked over pillar which thankfully the lion seemed to neglect to notice as it slammed its head into the pillar. “AHHHHHHHH!” Douglas screamed, running out of the entrance of the temple and kept running until he collapsed into his campground a good mile away from the temple, and he curled up into a ball in preperation for his iminate demise... until he realized the lion was nowhere to be seen. “Kitty?” he whispered, glancing out from underneath his arm to see if the lion was anywhere to be seen... but it was fairly gone.

Jumping to his feet, Douglas wiped his nose and smiled bravely. “Ha! No lion can scare me!” he laughed, and turning around he screamed like a girl as he met face to face with a spider, and jumped into his tent where he shivered under his sheets for a few minutes before deciding to open his bag to take a better look at the gem. “Come on my preci... pre...” Taking the gem out, Douglas’ face went white with terror as he realized a scorpion had firmly attached itself to the gem, and he promptly tossed the rock out of the tent with scorpion still attached before it shattered across a rock. “No! No! Nooooooo! My money!” Douglas cried, looking at the gem from a distance, watching as the scorpion scuttled away.

After making sure there were no more spiders hovering around, Douglas made his way to the rock, but it was draining of its color somehow... the red was vanishing from the rock who was close enough for a red wisp slid from the gems into his nostril causing him to sneeze as he glanced the rocks over. “How is this even happening?” he asked, glancing the rock over as it turned to stone. “Euch... well so much for my money and fame...” Douglas growled, falling onto his back in the grass as he sighed and glanced up through the trees.

Thinking about it, Douglas figured there might be something back in the temple... “There’s a lion though... I couldn’t possibly go back in there,” he muttered, but something whispered to him that it would be completely fine. “Well... I shouldn’t...” he muttered, his mind telling him how much of a bad idea it was... but that voice continued to whisper sweet words of treasure and excitement, and soon Douglas was dressed up once more for adventure. “I doubt the lion would stay there all the time...” Douglas rationalized, not thinking about the fact that the temple could very easily be the lion’s new den.

Walking back towards the temple, Douglas whistled as that voice nestled into his brain, whispering words of riches and adventure the whole way, his common sense already very little didn’t take much to be stroked into a lull for the voice to get Douglas to go into the cave. Inside Douglas glanced at the runes again, and was shocked to realize that they made sense to him now... “Whoa... what?” he mumbled, and walking to the wall he read the runes, and saw that they were repeated all the way up the walls. “Warning... jewel of the dragon inside, do not touch...”

Alarms went off, but the voice whispered to Douglas that everything was fine, and though with some trideption lingering in his heart the young man walked in deeper, and he saw the lion... but it cowered before him now, and something inside of him told him to command it. “Leave the temple,” Douglas said, and the lion yowled and ran out at full speed to escape the temple, this time taking note to leap over the pillar that it slammed its head into earlier.

“Welcome to the throne room,” the voice said, and Douglas was starting to realize that there was someone actually talking to him. “Finally, you notice me. I am the spirit of the dragon gem, and you foolish mortal have freed me! You are my new vessel, and as such will be my servant!”

Raising an eyebrow, Douglas rubbed out his ear. “Sorry... I don’t quite understand, where are you? Spirit? You’re crazy, there’s no such thing, I’m here to get gold,” he said, digging around in the rubble for gold, unaware of the fact that red scales were starting to form around one of his eyes, his flesh melting into hard red scale.

“I’m in your mind already. I shall form you to be the perfect dragon host, and you will rule this jungle just as I did millennia ago before I was sealed into that accursed gem! Now listen to me servant...” His rant was cut off though as Douglas hummed to himself a rather annoying song, and the dragon growled in Douglas’ head. “Silence!” Douglas stopped as he found himself unable to hum any longer as his throat started to redden where scales grew, he scowled as the annoying voice droned on. “Good! Now be a good servant and start rebuilding my temple!”

Douglas merely shook his head as he started to dig through rubble once more, his scaley face was growing more so by the second, his hair fell out as the red scales spread across his forehead, the human’s mouth and nose starting to grow out into a muzzle, the nostrils turning into thin slits in the red scales, but Douglas was impressively ignorant. “How dare you shake your head! You are to be a dragon ruler, yet you act like an impertinent child!” Douglas shrugged and moved on to inspecting more important stuff, but the spirit had apparently grown tired of it. “Fine! It seems you are in need of an attitude adjustment...”

Suddenly Douglas’ whole head hurt... his very soul hurt in fact... the spirit of the dragon infected his human soul, and the human’s mind ached in pain as he hunched over, his muzzle curling up in pain as his neck stretched out a bit with red scales covering it, black stripes forming along the red as Douglas’ blue eyes started to turn red, and his mind started to sharpen into a much more menacing one. “I... I’m not... stop...” Douglas growled, his voice deepening as he shivered, the dragon soul was teaching him how to be truly a tyrannical dragon... and he needed to resist.

Finally the man was getting what would happen if this dragon won... the forest burnt away by a new dragon... by him. “No... get out... of my head...” he growled, but the dragon spirit was chipping away at the resistance that was hardly there in the dense young man’s head, and Douglas twisted in pain as his mind cracked, and he slumped for a moment, his human clothes ripped away as his rough scales shredded them away, and his fingers grew longer and more clawed as a pair of wings started to grow out from his back, black with a fringe of red along the wing’s tip. “Dragon king, you are to be reborn as Dagon,” the dragon spirit said, and Dagon’s eyes reopened with crimson in the center of his fierce eyes.

As Dagon stood, his new clawed feet dug into the stone and left a gorge in it like it was nothing. He flexed his muscles watching them ripple in the light as he admired his new appearance. “Thank you ancestor, now you may become one with me. It is my time to start rebuilding, and make the next dragon empire. Though first I must go to a nearby village... I feel that the people have forgotten me, and I do need new dragon servants,” he chuckled, feeling the elder dragon spirit merge with his own corrupted spirit as he walked through the temple, and through his new magic the temple started to repair itself as he stepped out into the light of day against a newly rebuilt temple, and grinned a fanged grin. “It’s time to make a few slaves,” he laughed, and took off towards the nearest town.

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Werefox: Suggested by  skunkmaster111



Sniffing the air and walking through the dimly lit forest, the werewolf grinned to himself as the scent of a fox lingered into his nose. Once the werewolf had been a normal wolf himself, very simple minded and hunting animals to survive, until he’d meet up with a rather bitey cat, and he found himself changed into a humanoid werewolf, and his mind had been programmed by the cat to think more intelligently and hunt for more animals to add to the wereranks, and now as the werewolf drew close to the ground his eyes locked on the fox.

The fox was in the progress of hunting for food as he was almost out of meat, and sniffing the air he neglected to smell the werewolf as the werewolf was very good at concealing his scent. Glancing around the chilled forest, he spotted a mouse and fell to the ground, low and sly he started to drag himself towards his prey, completely unaware that he was also prey to something else much bigger than him. The mouse though not noticing the fox had seen the shadow of the werewolf, and had ran off into a hole as the fox tried to chase, but it just ended up with the fox ramming his head into the base of the tree.

“Hello, foxy,” a voice said from behind the fox, and the vulpine creature jumped and turned around before growling angrily as he felt cornered, he looked up at the anthro wolf, and felt his heart clench in fear as he suddenly realized that he wasn’t the predator in this situation... “I’ve finally found a nice addition to the werecreatures...”

Not understanding the wolf, the fox growled and bared his fangs in an attempt to scare off the large wolf creature. Maybe he could scare it off... but it was to no avail as the wolf had been quick to rush in, and a quick nip on the fox’s leg made the fox yip and bark as pain flooded his body. It was so fast... his body started to grow larger... his regular paws started to grow fingers like a human would have, and his legs grew longer with two becoming regular arms, while his legs grew out as well, though they looked more curved than human legs. “O... oww...” the fox whined, blinking as he realized he had spoken the wolf’s language. “W... what did... you do to... me...” he growled, his injury from the bite healing up as his eyes took on a bit more intelligence, though he still felt very foggy...

“Don’t worry, soon you’ll be just like me,” the wolf said, and raising his head he let out a howl... it echoed inside of the fox’s head, and though he tried to ignore it his brain was scrambled as a new dominant voice came into his head. “You are werefox... obey the were species...”

Werefox blinked a few times as his eyes cleared up and he grinned. “Werefox, that’s who I am... I am at your beck and call, Werewolf,” he said, bowing to the wolf as he grinned.

“Good boy, now let’s go out and find some more animals to change,” the werewolf said, and Werefox nodded before following behind his senior werecreature.