Another group of stories of stories that my watchers suggested! =D

I hope you all enjoy these stories, and thanks to everyone for suggesting stories, I will be taking more soon in the future! =)

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Biker Lions: Requested by  Animorph324



Glancing over some motorcycles, Clyde sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck... The lion was in no way biker material, he got sick from looking at one let alone riding one. “You thinking about getting a chopper?” a gruff wolf asked, approaching Clyde who was very small compared to the wolf.

“N... not a chopper, a motorcycle,” Clyde said, and the wolf’s face went blank before he started laughing. “Did I say something funny?” Clyde asked, quite dumbfounded by the wolf’s attitude.

Laughing and wiping away a tear, the wolf sighed as he straightened up. “You’re new to bikes, aren’t you?” he asked, leaning up against a nearby motorcycle.

Feeling a bit embarassed, Clyde nodded as the wolf nodded a few times himself, and he pulled out a phone and quickly poked something in before sliding it away. “Is it obvious?” Clyde asked, and the wolf started to chuckle again as he rubbed his forehead, obviously holding back another break down of laughter.

“Why are you here, kid? Somebody set you up for this, or you trying to find something cool?” the wolf asked, Clyde glanced away nervously as the wolf smirked. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna judge. I just have to get a feel for ya, I don’t want to be sending you out in a Harley if you can barely handle a tricycle,” the wolf said, and Clyde sighed as he rubbed his own forehead.

“It’s... my boyfriend, he wanted me to get into motorcycles... He rides with this group of bikers, and he really wants me to start riding too. I’m not really a real biker guy though, I can ride a bike as well as the next guy, but motorcycles...” Clyde muttered, glancing over at a nearby bike and feeling green in the face as his stomach churned.

“uh...It sounds to me... like you need some confidence... I may have the perfect thing for you,” the wolf said, and gesturing for Clyde to follow he led the lion into the back. “Your boyfriend, by any chance is he in the High Cat Streetcrawlers?” the wolf asked, and Clyde scratched his head.

As they walked through, the lion dug through his head and nodded a few times... “Yeah, that sounds about right. He joined them a few months ago, to be honest I didn’t even know that he was interested in cars let alone bikes, but after heading out one day he came back with this jacket and a complete motorcycle junkie, though he has been really fun ever since, taking me out on some rides... though I tend to end up leaving early to go to the bathroom for my stomach...” the lion grumbled, feeling sick thinking about the rides.

“Well let’s see if we can help you with your stomach,” the wolf said, and walking into an office Clyde found himself in a room that smelled of oil and leather. Hanging on a nearby desk was a wolf jockey motorcycle club jacket, and he watched as the wolf snagged a leather jacket out of his closet. “Try this on for size,” the wolf said, Clyde glanced it over and saw it was the same jacket as his boyfriend’s.

“Hey.... where did you get this?” Clyde asked, squeaking the leather between his paws.

“Most gangs know one another around here, just try the jacket on. Sometimes to get into the motorcycling game, you have to feel like a real member of a gang,” the wolf said, grinning from ear to ear as Clyde shrugged and slipped the jacket on.

The jacket shocked Clyde as he pulled it on, the lion wincing as he suddenly felt really odd... his brain felt really loaded down... “U... uhh...” he grumbled, feeling odd as he scratched his head... why did he feel so weird?

“Your boyfriend, he’s Brad I believe. He texted me about you, he came in a few weeks back looking for directions to a nearby hobby shop, well I decided to pull him back here and give him a jacket along with directions. The good thing about our jackets is that they have the ability to make anyone who wears one a complete biker, though it does have to deconstruct some of that knowledge in your brain, can’t have you thinking about anything but bikes,” the wolf said, grinning as Clyde tried to pull off that jacket, but his hands went numb and he couldn’t lift them high enough to grab the jacket.

Thoughts of video games, card games, or anything nerdy really started to slip out of Clyde’s mind, the nerdy lion finding a lot of that knowledge being replaced by a more hardened and thrill seeking attitude of a biker. Even his posture started to change, leaning over at first and starting to stand up straighter with a broadened body language as Clyde’s weak smile turned into a confident grin. The lion could tell he was being changed, and tried to avoid it, attempting to pull the jacket off still, but the wolf decided to walk over. “Looks like your jacket needs a zipping,” he said, and zipped up the jacket, inside of the lion’s mind he shouted no, but he grinned as the zipper went up, and the last of his weaker thoughts went away.

“Thanks, now why don’t you show me some of your bikes? I wanna get out on the road, my bf is gonna be meeting me up the road,” he said, thoughts of joining his boyfriend’s gang growing.

“No problem, we have some nice bikes in the back,” the wolf said, knowing the lion would love the customized choppers in the back that had been made for his gang specifically.

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Kangaroo Latex: Requested by  ThatchtheRoo



“Hey Joey, catch!” one of Joey’s friends shouted, throwing a little charm over at the young man. He caught it, it appeared to be a rubbery approximation of a kangaroo attached to a keychain. “It’s your namesake,” his friend laughed, the other two also laughing as Joey sighed and rolled his eyes.

“A joey is a baby kangaroo, that’s not what a kangaroo is called,” Joey sighed, his australian accent coming through in his sigh. Joey had been born in America, but he had moved to Australia shortly after, and had grown up there gaining himself an accent, and now living in the united states once more his friends thought it was hilarious that his name was somehow related to kangaroos. “Where did you get this anyways?” he asked, walking with his friends towards his car.

“Found it walking around, dunno who it belonged to, but I thought you might love it!” his buddy chuckled, shouldering Joey as they clambered into his small car. “Hilarious right?” he asked, but Joey gave him a death stare.

“If you want to walk home, yeah it’s hilarious, otherwise drop the joke, ‘mate’,” Joey said, sharpening his accent for the stab at his friend, and the young man shut his trap as they drove home. “I can’t believe somebody would leave something like this just laying around though, I don’t see many people getting something like this...” Joey muttered, glancing at the keychain. “It’s pretty tacky,” he said, and his friends nodded as he dropped them off.

To spite his friends, Joey didn’t let them take the keychain, lest they harbor his wrath by cracking jokes about how hilarious it was they found a kangaroo keychain with Joey. Driving home with it, Joey rolled the little thing between his fingers, some of the blue of the rubber rubbing off and sticking to his fingers, but he just wiped it off onto his pants as he walked inside of his house and tossed it into the trash. “Euch... I didn’t know rubber could melt so easily...” he grunted, going into the bathroom to wash the blue off into the sink.

The goo wouldn’t come off though, even with soap and very hot water, but Joey just figured it’d peel off if anything. “I’ll get this crap off later...” he muttered, walking into the living room to watch tv, not aware of the fact that his shorts had taken on an odd glistening sheen and were looking more like cargo shorts than his original jean shorts. Leaning back he watched tv, propping up his legs as his finger tingled a bit from where the blue had settled, but Joey just figured it was the heat from earlier still scalding his finger.

The blue slowly spread across the young man’s hand, slowly making it larger and more gooey as under his shorts also started to turn blue and spread across his skin, some red markings also appearing along with the blue rubber. It slid down his legs, turning them from skinny human legs into growing blue rubber roo legs, strength growing in them as his shoes ripped off of his feet, and Joey finally noticed. “Holy crap!” he shouted, jumping to his large and ungainly feet, nearly tripping over himself as the large rubbery feet slapped against his wooden flooring. “Wha... what happened?!”

Around his now blue shoulder that showed signs of rubbery muscles, a rainbow snake spiraled down it as a tattoo, and Joey recognized it from some studies in australia as the rainbow serpent, a symbol in australian aboriginal culture. “Thi... this is rediculous, cut it out!” he hissed, trying to swipe away the rubber, but it was in vain as his other hand had also taken on the blue goo, and was quickly becoming engulfed in the goo. “Wh... what is this?” he hissed, his shirt had disappeared as he was now in latex shorts, and his stomach grew larger, almost toonishly so as he grew, his neck extended a bit as he became more and more like a kangaroo.

A voice spoke inside of the changing man’s head, heavily inflected with the australian accent. “You’re from austrlia, ain’cha? I’m a spirit from there myself, but I was taken away a long time ago. I decided to curse those that took me away, i would change the people of these lands into kangaroos and help Australia become powerful, though I’ll need to spread to australia as well to make all into kangaroos... You’re the pefect conduit though to change people into rubber kangaroos, and don’t worry about not wanting to, your brain shall be perfect to change!”

“This is crazy! You’re not gonna... suc...” Joey’s words slowed, his brain growing heavy as his head became rubber, the thoughts were slipping away as he realized how absolutely great the idea was. “I’m.... I’m not gonna...” his voice growing thicker with his old accent as the power of the spirit grew, the kangaroo’s head popping out with latex as a big grin slid across his face, his eyes turning into spirals.

“So you will help me?” the voice asked, confident in Joey’s head.

“Of course, master!” the new kangaroo said, his voice thick once more with his australian accent as he hopped once, shaking the room. “I gotta recruit some of my fellow mates first, and then we’re good!” Joey said, giggling as he picked up the phone, pressing some buttons as he called his friends, he was sure they were going to bounce for joy when they saw their kangaroo pal...

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Status Switch: For  Sournote103

“Zero percent, how did I get zero percent?” Byron asked, the lion pounding his meaty fists onto the table as the teacher sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

“Byron, I told you, not answering a single answer on the test isn’t going to get you anything, football player or not! Also, you spelled your name wrong, I might’ve given you a few points if you hadn’t,” the zebra said, and then walking across the room he set a paper on a poodle’s desk. “Rerim, you did a fantastic job. One hundred percent again, I’m confident that you will get into the college of your choice,” the teacher said, Rerim smiled as he took his test.

Glaring over at the poodle, Byron smashed his teeth together and clawed into his desk earning him a detention on a football team practice day, but thankfully the principal was able to talk him out of that detention, after all he was the star quarterback. Stalking after Rerim during lunch, the jock smashed his fist into the table that the dog was sitting at. “You’re gonna tutor me!” he growled, and Rerim gave him a shocked expression as he glanced at his other friends who shook their heads.

“Nah... I don’t really have the time... sorry,” Rerim said, and he was nearly punched in the muzzle, but that was stopped by a nearby cafeteria worker, which earned him ANOTHER detention, and the principal couldn’t stop this one, but it wasn’t on a practice day thankfully...

Walking towards his house, Byron growled and griped as he kicked at a rock until he passed a little magic shop where an old panther sat behind a small table in front of a crystal ball. “You... you are angry for your misfortune...” the hunched over panther said, her eyes looking deep into the crystal ball.

“You don’t say!” Byron growled at her, starting to move on before she said something else.

“I can help you with your misfortune... for free,” she said, and Byron stopped, his ears perking up as he turned around, giving her a look that was part confused part suspicion.

Stepping back in front of the table, Byron rose an eyebrow. “What’s the catch?” he asked, the small woman chuckled as she stood up.

“Answer me this, how bad do you want to pass your classes?” she asked, catching Byron off guard as she revealed that she already knew what he wanted.

For a moment Byron considered just leaving the fruity old woman, he was offput by the woman’s knowledge... but he needed to pass. “I’ll do anything,” he said, looking at her sharply as she nodded a few times, and upon lifting her hand suddenly a book was in her palm. Byron blinked as he rubbed his eyes, swearing that he hadn’t seen it before. She breezed through the pages of the book until she had the one she wanted, and ripped it out. Holding it out towards Byron, he glanced it over nervously. “What is it?”

“This is a spell for everything you desire, Byron. Read the instructions, and prepare yourself for everything you desire,” the panther said, and as Byron nodded slowly and started away he stiffened up as he realized she had mentioned his name.

“How did you know my nam...” Upon turning around he realized that the panther was gone, along with her store, with there only being a parking lot in its place now. “I... I’m just gonna pretend.. that I didn’t see anything...” the lion muttered, turning around as he walked home, looking at the paper in paw reading over the instructions.

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The instructions were long, and boring for Byron to read, essentially it boiled down to Byron getting a piece of hair from a genius, and casting the spell and he would gain the genius’ smarts. So of course Byron snagged a piece of Rerim’s hair, the poodle being one of the smartest people Byron knew, and set up a small alter in his room as he locked the door to make sure his parents didn’t come pestering. “I can’t believe I’m doing this...” the jock mumbled, finding the idea ridiculous...

Glancing over the paper, Byron reread the words to himself a few times to make sure he had them down. “Alright... lexius veriti therapint...” he mumbled, setting the fire alight with a candle and watching as the small patch of pink fur burnt up before he dropped it into a bowl he’d prepared so he wouldn’t burn himself. “...anything?” he mumbled, and then he grew angry as he realized he’d made a fool of himself. “That crazy panther must’ve done research or something, freaking creepy woman!” he roared, and winced as his parents yelled at him to quiet down.

“Pfff... I’m just gonna sleep this crap off...” he grumbled, hopping into bed and shutting off the light. As he closed his eyes and started to drift off into sleep, he neglected to notice his normally fit chest and stomach disappearing, his stomach starting to inflate and his mind started to flood with new ideas, and an intense need to learn...

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Rerim was finishing up a game of Guild wars 2 as he slipped into bed, the poodle opening up a book and thumbing through it as suddenly he felt an odd sensation fill his body. “Oof... I guess my stomach didn’t like that burger...” the poodle groaned, his gut rumbling painfully.

Getting up to go to the bathroom, Rerim started towards it but fell over as his stomach twisted painfully. “Ouch! God... what’s... wrong... with...” the poodle stopped in mid sentence, his eyes glazed over as he stood up, his stomach suddenly started to shrink, and his body even started to grow as he got onto his arms and legs, and started to do push-ups, his mind told him that this was great to do to work off all that excess food he just ate. “I... can’t... stop...” he moaned, his mind was emptying at a rapid pace, all equations, knowledge of math, anything relating to intelligence was dipping at a dangerous rate, being replaced by sports.

“I... I gotta do some crunches,” he said, quickly putting his feet under a desk to start doing crunches. “Yeah! Feel the burn!” the poodle growled, feeling great as he started to burn off his weight along with the help of the magic...

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Dipping into the fridge, Byron was chewing on a drumstick as he read through the mathbook. “Yeah... this is what that equation means! I finally get it, I guess the magic is working after all!” he giggled, unaware of his own changing weight as he emptied out knowledge about sports and his perfect physique in exchange for his new knowledge.

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The next morning, the school had changed a bit in the status quo as the pair stepped in, no longer were the jocks from the other day jocks, and same for the nerds, instead they had swapped, Byron took a bite out of a donut as he stepped into the school. Pushing his glasses up his muzzle, he smiled as he saw his friends, rolling some dice for a quick game of D&D. “Hey guys, I figured out that problem from last friday, it was really easy, we just had to apply the method of... oof!” he stopped as he was slammed into a locker, Rerim laughing as he held the lion against the locker.

“Heya, Byron. You remember my homework?” the poodle asked, and Byron nodded as he handed over a paper from his backpack, Rerim grinned as he took it gladly. “Thanks, see ya tomorrow for my physics,” he said, and his once nerdy buddies laughed as they threw around a football.

“Euch... I’m glad I’m not like that...” Byron muttered, quickly returning to his friends game of D&D, unaware of the new principal walking by, nodding in approval at the change.

“Perfect.... my spell did the trick,” she said, pushing her glasses up as she absorbed some magic from the air giving her back her youth, and some magic to mess with mortals.

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Circus Bear: Requested by  Indagare

“What do you mean we need a new bear?” the ringmaster asked, and his bear master shrunk back as the panther glared at him.

The badger looked down at the ground, toeing at the dirt. “Well... Belson ran away, he decided that he had enough... I suppose it’s because you never hypnotized him, master,” the badger said, looking up with his swirling eyes at the panther.

Sighing heavily as he gripped his muzzle, the ringmaster rubbed his forehead. “I swear... this is the last time I accept someone without taking away their free will... it always bites me in the end...”

His slave nodded as he looked at his feet, and for a few moments the badger didn’t speak before he looked up timidly. “Master, what if I go find a new bear slave before the show starts?”

For a moment the panther rose an eyebrow before smirking, and nodding he patted the badger’s head. “Good idea... here, give them this,” he said, and handed the badger a ticket with a VIP icon on it. “Let them know that they will get a private viewing of the show, I’m sure we’ll have our bear soon enough...”

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Walking around the circus, Dingo sucked on a lollipop as he walked around, the bear trying not to bump into anybody. His parents had named him Dingo for a relative or something, but nonetheless the name was embarrassing as he would always be asked if he wanted to be a dingo instead of a bear... “Excuse me!” someone shouted from behind, and Dingo figured it was somebody else... until the owner of the voice snagged his arm.

“Y... yes?” Dingo asked, trying not to lose his lollipop as he found himself looking at a badger.

“You sir... have been chosen... to win... our VIP Pass... to a private showing... of the circus,” the badger panted, leaning down on his knees as he panted heavily.

Glancing around, Dingo scratched his muzzle. “I... I’ve been chosen? Why was I chosen?” the bear asked, and the badger finally stood up as he caught his breath.

“The ringmaster said that whoever I see wearing a red shirt, fifty second, gets a VIP Pass, and you’re the fifty second person I’ve seen today wearing red,” the badger said, Dingo rose an eyebrow. “He’s weird like that,” the badger laughed, and after a moment Dingo nodded, he wasn’t going to turn down a free show. “Fantastic! Follow me, and we will go together to see the show!”

Dingo followed behind the badger, and after fifteen minutes they walked into the circus tent. Walking into the circle, Dingo felt a bit awkward being so special that he got to see a show up close, but it sounded exciting to him... “Ah, perfect!” the ringmaster said, approaching them.

The badger’s face lit up as Dingo turned around to face the panther, smiling at him. “Thanks for letting me watch a private show,” the bear said, and the panther smiled as he drew near.

“It’s no problem at all,” the panther said, and as he got closer he noticed something was up with the cat’s eyes... in fact... he swore they were... spirals...... “What a good looking bear,” the ringmaster said, watching as Dingo’s eyes turned into a spirals. “Fantastic, and weak minded,” he laughed, Dingo chuckling dumbly as he stared at the pretty spirals... “Very good work... now what’s your name?” the panther asked, and Dingo giggled.

“I’m Dingo...” the bear said, feeling like the panther’s words were the most important in the world at that point.

“Alright, Dingo. Your entire past is now irrelevant, you see we’re lacking a bear, and you’ve proven to be very accessible, so from now on you are our circus’ new bear. Your name is Boyt, do you understand?” the panther asked, Dingo’s eyebrows drew close together in confusion... he... he was Dingo... he was... “Your free will is forfeit to me, Boyt. You are my bear, and as such are my slave. I am your master, do you understand?”

“I... I’m... not...” Dingo started, but as he stared into those spirals he realized the panther was right. “Yes master, I am Boyt,” he said, a smile sliding across his face as the bear gave up his self to his master.

“Very good, now Boyt I’m going to make you into a circus bear, from today on you will be fat, bumbling, and obedient to me, and your trainer,” the panther explained, gesturing to the badger who smiled at him.

Boyt tried to resist... he tried to dig back out of the hypnosis... but as master touched his face and looked deeply into his eyes all thoughts of resistance disappeared along with his past. “Of course, master! I understand wellity well!” the bear giggled, letting go of his which he usually tried to hold in.

“Very good! Now go into the back, your trainer will get you your makeup, and I will teach you all you need to know, after all you belong to the circus now,” the panther said, chuckling as Boyt stumbled after the badger, his movements now sloppy and perfect for his new role.