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A New Idea (TF Request)

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    George yawned, opening his eyes. Once again, it was time to get up. He groaned, groggily dragging himself out of bed and getting into his work clothes. As he did, he glanced up into the mirror, seeing a pale, tired face staring back at him. The face of routine, not to mention boredom. Preparing himself for another long day, he sighed, making his way down the stairs towards the breakfast table.

    As he walked into the kitchen, however, he was greeted with a welcoming sight: his wife Rosa, sitting at the table eating a piece of toast. She was one of the few highlights of his life, and seeing her always brought a smile to his face. “Hey, Honey,” he said, sitting down next to her. “How are you doing?”

    Rosa grinned. “I’m doing great, actually!” she said. George smiled. That was one of his favorite things about her: her unwavering positivity. It seemed that no matter what dull situation the two of them found themselves in, she always seemed to be happy. Even if George was feeling down, that sweet smile of hers always seemed to be enough to to cheer him right up. “So…” she said, biting down into her toast. “Any big plans for today?”

    George sighed. “Not really, no,” he said. “Just the same old stuff.” He looked back up at her, smiling. “But I do plan on writing a little bit more tonight.”

    “Really? That’s great!” Rosa beamed. “So… what are you writing about?”

    “Um…” George’s smile fell. “...I’m not sure, to be honest.” Writing was another one of his passions… though what he wrote about had a tendency to throw off most people. He was a writer of what was known as transformation fiction, or TF for short. It was a pretty big thing on the internet, and his stories were actually pretty popular there… popular enough to give him a rather large following, one that he was pretty proud of. Even if the rest of his life was pretty dull, at least he had that to be enthusiastic about.

    Well… at least, he used to. But lately, even writing was starting to become a chore for him. He’d written so many stories that he was starting to really reach for ideas… and the ones that he grabbed weren’t exactly appealing, either. It just felt like he had done everything that could have been done… and the monotony of it was really starting to get to him. He didn’t really want to quit writing TF, since he still thoroughly enjoyed the concept… but he was starting to feel like he was bleeding the concept dry, and he really didn’t know what to do about it.

    Rosa simply smiled. “Having trouble coming up with new transformations?” she asked. Lucky, Rosa seemed to be pretty on board with George’s unusual style of writing. In fact, it was how they had met: he had been sitting on a bus writing, and she had happened to sit next to him. She had shown interest in what he was writing about, he offered to talk with her about it some more, and it just kind of took off from there. She apparently identified as a furry, which George didn’t have a problem with. While he didn’t personally think of himself as one, he had met a quite a few of them through his writing, since interaction with them was pretty much inevitable in the TF fanbase.

    George sighed. “It’s just… I feel like I’ve already done everything that can be done,” he groaned. “I just… I need a new idea or something. Like… I don’t know, something new to transform into. I feel like I’ve already done most kinds of TF, though.” That was true. George had dabbled with all different types of TF, from anthro to feral to even inanimate a couple of times. Most of these were well received, but George couldn’t help but feel like some of them were forced… like he was just doing them for the sake of branching out. It actually made him afraid to try anything else, thinking it would just be the same way.

    But Rosa just shrugged. “Well, why don’t you do something really interesting, then?” she said. “Do something unique… something that hasn’t been done a lot before. Like… how about a sergal TF?”

    George frowned. “A circle TF?” he said. “How… how would that even work?”

    Rosa laughed. “Not a circle TF, silly!” she said. “A sergal TF!” Noticing his confused look, she sighed. “Sergals! You know… race of creatures from Vilous, looks kind of like…” she thought for a moment. “Well, I’m not really sure how to describe them, to be honest…” Her smile vanished. “You’ve seriously never heard of them before?”

    George shook his head. “Sorry, no,” he said, a little apprehensively. Now he was getting nervous. When Rosa wasn’t smiling, it normally meant trouble for him. She was almost always happy, so seeing her like this was almost always a bad thing.

    But Rosa simply laughed. “Well, you have a lot of research to do, then,” she said, grinning. “But I guess you should probably get to work now.”

    George looked over at the clock on the wall. “Oh crap, you’re right! Sorry, sweetie, I really have to go! Enjoy your day, though!” With that, he turned and ran out the door, leaving his wife by herself.

    Work was long and difficult for George that day, and it was late into the evening by the time he got home.  By the looks of it, his wife had already gone to bed… which was fine by him, since it meant he could write with fewer distractions. But what to write about? He frowned, his mind wandering back to what his wife had told him. He could always try to write about sergals… but first, he needed to find out what the heck they even were. Sitting down in front of his computer, he opened up a search engine, typing in the name of the species. Instantly, a number of links came up, taking him to various sites of information on the creatures. His curiosity piqued, he clicked on one… and instantly found himself scrolling through a world of information on these beasts.

    The more he read, the more intrigued he became. The regional differences between them, the way they lived, their personalities, their occupations and fighting methods… and of course, their appearances. The fur covered bodies, the long fluffy tails, the long narrow snouts… it was all pretty interesting, and more than enough to snap him out of his funk. Opening up a fresh document on his computer, he put his fingers to the keys and immediately started writing. The words seemed to come easier the more that he wrote, and before he knew it, he practically had an entire story in front of him! He looked up at the clock, gasping when he realized that it was almost midnight! He had to go to work tomorrow again! He quickly shut off the computer, before heading upstairs to the bedroom.

    As he entered, he absent-mindedly switched on the lights, causing his wife to sit up suddenly. “Oh… I’m sorry!” he cried. “Did I wake you up?”

    “Kinda, yeah,” replied Rosa, yawning. “It’s okay, though. What were you doing downstairs? Were you writing again?”

    George nodded. “Hey, remember what you said to me about sergals this morning?” he said. “Well, I did a little research on them tonight… and I have to say, that stuff was really interesting!”

    Rosa’s eyes widened. “Really?” she said “You really think so?”

    “Yeah, of course!” George grinned, sitting down on the bed. “I liked how they all had regional variations, how they got along with other races, all the lore surrounding them… it was pretty intriguing! Like, I had a story down in no time flat!” He sighed, laying down in the bed. “Sounds a lot more interesting than my life here, anyway…”

    Rosa laughed, before getting up to turn the lights off again. As she got back into bed with him, though, she put her arm around his body. “Hey…” she said. “Do you really think that sergals seem that interesting? Like… would you consider spending some time in their world if you were given the chance?”

    George frowned, thinking it a bit of an odd question. “Um… yeah, sure,” he said. “I mean, it would beat having to go to work tomorrow…”

    Rosa suddenly pulled the covers off of herself, getting out of bed. “Hold on, I’ll be right back,” she said, leaving the room. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

    “Wha… hey! Where are you going?” yelled George. But before he could utter another word, he felt his eyes closing, the fatigue of the day catching up to him. Before he could make another move, he had completely drifted off to sleep.


    George yawned, a bright light piercing his eyelids. Upon opening his eyes, he realized that it was… the sun? Why was he outside? He blinked a few times, before sitting up quickly. He realized that he was lying on a grassy hill, the sun straight overhead. Looking down upon himself, he noticed that he was wearing a loose-fitting grey shirt, as well as a pair of loose-fitting shorts. “The hell… where did these come from?”

    As he examined his new outfit, he felt a sudden itch on his chest. He reached over with his left hand to scratch it, but when he did, a sudden sharp pain caused him to recoil. “Ow! Why did that… wait, what the…” He stared at his left hand, looking at the fingernails on it… only they didn’t look normal anymore. Instead, they looked like they were growing out, shifting into sharp… claws. He watched in horror as his entire hand began shifting as well, the pinky and ring fingers merging together and leaving him with three fingers and a thumb. Light brown fur began forming on the back of his hand, while paw pads began forming on the front. Paw pads. On his hand.

    “I… I… WHAT?” George blinked a few times, before looking at his other hand. Exactly the same, right down to the claws and paw pads. Paw pads! Before George could react any further, though, he noticed that he was starting to feel very… warm. He looked down at his body, seeing that it was now covered with a thick layer of fur, light brown in the front and dark brown on his sides and back. “Oh my god…” he said, realizing exactly what was happening. He was transforming… turning into something else, just like in his stories! But… why? Why was this happening?

    As he wracked his brain, trying to think of a possible trigger, he suddenly felt a pulling sensation on his spine. He groaned, knowing exactly what was about to to happen, and quickly braced himself for it. Only… it never happened. Confused, George looked behind him, and was surprised to see a long, fur-tufted tail swinging there. He experimentally gave it a few flicks, seeing that he had full control over it. Looking down to where it sprouted from, he noticed a large hole in the bottom of his pants… a hole that looked like it was made for a tail to fit through. But… why was it there? What was going on?

    But as George watched his tail, something suddenly clicked with him. “Wait…” he though to himself. “That tail… it looks like it belongs to a…” He quickly looked over the rest of his body, growing more and more sure of himself. “Am… am I becoming a…” But before he could finish the sentence, though, he felt a sudden pulling on his legs. “Gah!” Fur swept across them as he felt them grow stronger, more suited to running and jumping. He felt his feet lengthen, his heels raising off the ground as his stance shifted. As this was happening, his toes started to merge into four and grow longer, his toenails shifting into wicked claws.

    “I… I… “ George could hardly believe it. “I’m becoming a sergal…” Looking down at the ground, he noticed that everything seemed… further away than before. He examined his body, noticing how much taller he was… he’d managed to go from about 5’8’’ to 6’5’’, and the clothes he was wearing seemed to fit him much better as a result. He suddenly felt his neck crack and stretch, growing longer and adding a couple of inches to his overall height. Only one thing remained, and he knew exactly what it was. He closed his eyes, bracing himself for it once again.

    Sure enough, he began feeling significant pressure building up in his face. He groaned as he felt his face stretch, longer and longer until it was a full-length muzzle. He reached up, rubbing his hand across it, feeling its length, its fur… everything about it felt alien, but at the same time… it felt kind of nice. He felt a tugging on his ears as they stretched back, growing fur and forming into points. Feeling them with his hands revealed that they were pointed behind him, like proper sergal ears. He also noticed that his eyes had changed position, the muzzle having pushed them to the sides of his head. Slowly, he looked down at himself… then looked around him. He was a sergal… that much he was sure of. But how? How had this-

    “Ah, I see you’re up. You enjoying it so far?”

    Upon hearing this new voice, George quickly spun around, only to find another sergal standing right in front of him. Unlike George, this one was covered in grey and black fur, and the dress it was wearing seemed to indicate that it was a female. “Are you alright, dear?” she asked, her voice sounding oddly familiar. “You seem to be adjusting pretty well… how do you feel?”

    “Um…” George took a step back, trying to steady himself on his new legs. Did he know this sergal? But as he examined her, something clicked… the voice! He knew it! “R...Rosa?” he said. “Are you… h-how are you…”

    The sergal smiled, putting her clawed hand on her hip. “Are you suprised? I planned to show you last night, but by the time I got back up to your room, you were already asleep.” She grinned, showing off her rows of sharp teeth. “You enjoying your new form? I thought you might like it, seeing as you’re always going on about how uninteresting your life is. What do you think?”

    “I… don’t know…” George was still in shock. “W-what am I supposed to think? How is this even possible?”

    “Well… it’s a bit complicated.” Rosa sighed, though her grin remained. “I’m not too sure I fully understand it myself, to be honest.” She closed her eyes. “See, I’ve known about sergals ever since I joined the furry community. They always just appealed to me… the appearance, the culture, the lore… and I just really wanted to learn more about them. So I spent a lot of time doing research on them… you know, where they lived, how they lived, some of the other races they lived with, and… well, one night, I… found something.”

    She looked up at George, a serious look in her eyes. “It was this one website… it had to do with Vilous, which is the universe that sergals are from, and it asked me to make an account. It was free, so I went ahead and did it, and… well, when I clicked the submit button, I suddenly blacked out. I woke up right where we are right now, looked down at myself, and…” Her face stretched into a grin once again. “And I was a sergal! I couldn’t believe it!”

    Her hands gripped the sides of her dress, her tail swishing back and forth in excitement. “I was so amazed… and excited! So I went off, found a place to stay… and I had one of the best days of my life! And when I woke up the next morning… I was back in front of my computer. As a human.” She sighed. “At that point, I was wondering if it was all just a really good dream… but then I did some poking around on the site, and I learned that it was created to allow people to experience life in the Vilous universe… and that I could come back whenever I wanted! I could even add some other people on my acount, and… well, you seemed like you would be interested, so I just kind of thought…”

    For a moment, George just stared. “So… let me get this straight,” he said. “You found a website that turned you into a sergal and transported you to their home world… and you just did the same thing to me?”

    “Um… yeah.” Rosa’s grin vanished. “Are… are you okay with it? I would have asked, but you were asleep, and I guess I got so caught up in my excitement that I just sort of… went along with it anyway. Do… do you want to leave? I can send you back if you-”

    “No, no, this is fine!” George grinned. “This is great, actually!” He looked down at his body, rubbing his hands through the fur. “I’ve always wondered what TF would feel like in real life, you know...”

    Rosa nodded. “I thought you might like that,’ she said. “I made a bit of a modification to your account, so that you could actually experience the transformation after waking up! Sorry you had to be all surprised like that, though.” She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “Anyway, want me to take you to the village I’ve been staying at? I know a few sergals there from previous visits.”

    “Sounds like a plan,” said George, holding out his hand. She took it, and the two of them walked off towards the village together.
This was a request for MAXWELL2111 on FA, who wanted a Sergal TF. Not much more to say about it.

As usual, I welcome constructive criticism, and until next time, I'm Robert Dayson, signing off!
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Sounds almost similar to mine.