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User:Synariatales

2018-05-29T17:55:46Z

Synariatales: Added more to about me

==About Me==
Hi, I'm '''Synariatales'''! I've been writing transformation/shapeshifting works as a hobby for a little over a year now. I enjoy experimenting with the various aspects of transformations like why it happens, how it happens, and how the characters react to the changes. I do a variety of works in terms of length but have recently been working on shorter stories.

I would greatly appreciate any feedback you might have on my work so that I might improve my writing moving forward. I am also open to requests!

==My Shifti Stories==
* Transformations into Mythical Creatures
** [[User:Synariatales/Joining_the_Sisterhood|Joining the Sisterhood]]
** [[User:Synariatales/Zookeeping,_Part_1:_A_Matter_of_Otter_Importance|Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance]]

==Other Links==
*My [https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Synariatales Hentai Foundry]

User:Synariatales

2018-05-29T17:53:22Z

Synariatales: /* My Shifti Stories */ Added Zookeeping Part 1 link

==About Me==
Hi, I'm '''Synariatales'''! I've been writing transformation/shapeshifting works as a hobby for a little over a year now. I enjoy experimenting with the various aspects of transformations like why it happens, how it happens, and how the characters react to the changes. I do a variety of works in terms of length but have recently been working on shorter stories.

==My Shifti Stories==
* Transformations into Mythical Creatures
** [[User:Synariatales/Joining_the_Sisterhood|Joining the Sisterhood]]
** [[User:Synariatales/Zookeeping,_Part_1:_A_Matter_of_Otter_Importance|Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance]]

==Other Links==
*My [https://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Synariatales Hentai Foundry]

User:Synariatales/Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance

2018-05-29T17:51:51Z

Synariatales: Removed unknown character from end of text

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|name= Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance
|author=Synariatales
|user=Synariatales}}

“Are you sure I should be back here?” Jane asked nervously. She rubbed her thumbs together as she glanced over her shoulder down the dark hallway to ensure nobody else was around.

“Of course!” Brandon replied. “Management always insists we let our new zookeepers socialize with some of the animals.”

“But I haven’t even been hired yet!” Jane protested. She was excited about working at the local zoo, but the thought of going into the exhibits without being an employee made her uneasy. The whole situation could be a disaster for the zoo if anything happened with liability and all.

“You’re fine,” Brandon assured her. “My boss already told me he planned on giving you a position in otter conservation. He asked me to bring you here.”

“Really?” Jane asked excitedly. Otters were her favorite animals. When she applied to the zoo, she had expected to get some position at a snack stand or something. The manager must have really seen her passion for animals.

“Yup, you’re a shoo-in for the position,” Brandon said. His key ring jingled as he fiddled with the lock which quickly gave way with a satisfying click.

“Now do you want to meet the animals or not?” Brandon asked.

“Of course I do!” Jane said. She had seen the giant otters from behind the glass. They looked so small from a distance, but they really grew to be over five feet tall. She couldn’t wait to see one up close.

“Now just be considerate around them,” Brandon warned. “They’re always friendly and gentle, but they have been rather reserved since we lost our only female otter. Now its just a bunch of guys with no playmates, if you know what I mean.”

“I didn’t know you lost an otter,” Jane said sadly. She followed the news around the zoo pretty closely and hadn’t seen anything relating to the otters recently.

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping it on the down-low until we can find a replacement,” Brandon admitted. “We didn’t want to break the bad news to the public just yet.”

“Okay,” Jane said with a nod. Brandon smiled and opened the door. He stepped inside, holding the door open as Jane followed. The room was small, just a back room behind the exhibit for feeding and rest. Most of the space was filled with water for the otters to swim in.

“It seems everyone is out swimming in the main exhibit,” Brandon said. “But they’ll come back here as soon as they hear me getting out their fish.”

“Oh!” Jane said. “Can I feed them?”

“Feed them?” Brandon asked. “Wouldn’t you rather swim with them?”

“Is that allowed?” Jane asked, confused.

“Of course, we do it all the time,” Brandon assured her. “Just take off your clothes, except for your underthings of course. The otters might grab at any loose fabric.”

Jane nodded and nervously removed her shirt. Brandon had been her close friend for years. He’d seen her in a bikini hundreds of times, but there was still something off about the thought of him seeing her in her underwear, not that she was entirely opposed to the idea. Brandon was a bit of a hunk.

Jane stripped down, placing her clothing by the door. She found a small set of stairs leading down into the water while Brandon dug around in a closet for the otters’ food. Just like he had promised, the commotion had attracted several of the furry creatures into the room.

The water was warm and inviting. Jane let herself sink into it just as she would her own pool. Water rushed around Jane as the giant otters swam passed her playfully. Jane smiled widely as the large furry critters seemed to dance around her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Brandon asked from the side of the water. He held two buckets, one overflowing with fish and another that appeared empty.

“I am,” Jane laughed. An otter brushed passed her arm. She could feel its wet fur against her skin. She only wished one of the otters would be still so she could pet it.

“Well, let me help you enjoy yourself a little more,” Brandon said with a smile. He set down the bucket of fish and dumped the contents of the other into the water. Pink fluid poured out of the bucket and dispersed throughout the pool. It only took a moment for the pink haze to completely surround Jane and the otters.

“What was that?” Jane asked. She scratched at her skin as she felt her body begin to itch. She wondered if she was allergic to the otters or whatever it was Brandon had put in the water.

“Something special developed by the scientists we have on site,” Brandon explained. He tossed the bucket aside and carefully wiped the pink droplets from his hand. “They made it to try to help get the species off the endangered list.”

“How could that help your otters?” Jane asked. “All of your otters are male. What good will some fertility mix do?”

Brandon shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure,” he said. “I just did what boss man told me. My job is done.”

“What?” Jane asked. The otters were getting closer to her, almost uncomfortably so.

“I have to go,” Brandon said. Jane opened her mouth to protest but before she could say anything Brandon stormed out of the room, knocking over the bucket of fish and grabbing Jane’s clothes on his way out. Jane heard the soft click of the lock as the door shut behind her friend.

Jane rushed to the stairs and exited the water. She instinctively covered herself with one arm as she tried to force the door open.

“Brandon!” Jane shouted. She banged on the door. What the hell was wrong with him? He never acted like this. “Brandon!” she shouted again when no response came through.

The giant otters slowly followed Jane out of the water, one by one. Their webbed paws smacked against the hard artificial stone as they curiously surrounded the door. Jane swung her head around, watching the otters gather around her. They were bigger than she had imagined up close and the way they looked at her was starting to make her worry.

“Brandon!” Jane shouted. She banged on the door with both hands, a decision she immediately regretted as her underwear slid down her legs. That shouldn’t happen, Jane thought. She bent over to pull her clothing back up. She gripped her panties in her hand and froze as she felt a wet nose press against her womanhood.

Jane released her panties and turned, swatting the giant otter on the snout. “Get away!” she cried as the creature hissed at her. She covered her private area with her hand. The skin beneath her fingers felt soft and fuzzy.

“Wha…” Jane whispered. She glanced down at her groin. Light brown fur covered her sex. Jane screamed as the hair continued to grow in the surrounding areas.

The spread of the hair brought with it other changes that made Jane less human and more otter. A small, pointed tail extended from the end of her spine as her newly grown coat grew over her rear. Her torso extended and her legs shrank, giving her an elongated body just like the creatures that surrounded her. Jane attempted to scratch her itching skin, but her fingers and toes had melded together to form webbed paws on her now smaller hands and feet.

The change was rapid, so fast that every snap or growth of a new body part did not register with her brain, preventing her from feeling what must have been an incredibly painful transition. Tears ran from Jane’s eyes as the infection spread to her head, completely reforming it to fit the mold of her new body. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Jane’s world had changed.

Jane panted as she lay on her side, opening her new eyes for the first time. The otters around her were moving in closer. She felt a mix of fear and curiosity as she noticed that nearly all of them were erect, ready to claim her as their own.

A position in otter conservation, Jane thought to herself. This is not exactly what she had pictured when she imagined herself in that particular job, nor would it be a fate she would have chosen for herself if she had been given the choice. That is, that is what she would have felt before the change. Jane felt her mind slowly slipping away as she became more and more focused on that which she was remade for— reproduction. Helping to repopulate the giant otters would be a daunting task, but Jane’s body was willing and able to take on the challenge.

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[[Category: Synariatales]]
[[Category: Otter]]
[[Category: Human]]
{{DEFAULTSORT: Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance}}

User:Synariatales/Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance

2018-05-29T17:51:04Z

Synariatales: Added Story ~~~~

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|author=Synariatales
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“Are you sure I should be back here?” Jane asked nervously. She rubbed her thumbs together as she glanced over her shoulder down the dark hallway to ensure nobody else was around.

“Of course!” Brandon replied. “Management always insists we let our new zookeepers socialize with some of the animals.”

“But I haven’t even been hired yet!” Jane protested. She was excited about working at the local zoo, but the thought of going into the exhibits without being an employee made her uneasy. The whole situation could be a disaster for the zoo if anything happened with liability and all.

“You’re fine,” Brandon assured her. “My boss already told me he planned on giving you a position in otter conservation. He asked me to bring you here.”

“Really?” Jane asked excitedly. Otters were her favorite animals. When she applied to the zoo, she had expected to get some position at a snack stand or something. The manager must have really seen her passion for animals.

“Yup, you’re a shoo-in for the position,” Brandon said. His key ring jingled as he fiddled with the lock which quickly gave way with a satisfying click.

“Now do you want to meet the animals or not?” Brandon asked.

“Of course I do!” Jane said. She had seen the giant otters from behind the glass. They looked so small from a distance, but they really grew to be over five feet tall. She couldn’t wait to see one up close.

“Now just be considerate around them,” Brandon warned. “They’re always friendly and gentle, but they have been rather reserved since we lost our only female otter. Now its just a bunch of guys with no playmates, if you know what I mean.”

“I didn’t know you lost an otter,” Jane said sadly. She followed the news around the zoo pretty closely and hadn’t seen anything relating to the otters recently.

“Yeah, we’ve been keeping it on the down-low until we can find a replacement,” Brandon admitted. “We didn’t want to break the bad news to the public just yet.”

“Okay,” Jane said with a nod. Brandon smiled and opened the door. He stepped inside, holding the door open as Jane followed. The room was small, just a back room behind the exhibit for feeding and rest. Most of the space was filled with water for the otters to swim in.

“It seems everyone is out swimming in the main exhibit,” Brandon said. “But they’ll come back here as soon as they hear me getting out their fish.”

“Oh!” Jane said. “Can I feed them?”

“Feed them?” Brandon asked. “Wouldn’t you rather swim with them?”

“Is that allowed?” Jane asked, confused.

“Of course, we do it all the time,” Brandon assured her. “Just take off your clothes, except for your underthings of course. The otters might grab at any loose fabric.”

Jane nodded and nervously removed her shirt. Brandon had been her close friend for years. He’d seen her in a bikini hundreds of times, but there was still something off about the thought of him seeing her in her underwear, not that she was entirely opposed to the idea. Brandon was a bit of a hunk.

Jane stripped down, placing her clothing by the door. She found a small set of stairs leading down into the water while Brandon dug around in a closet for the otters’ food. Just like he had promised, the commotion had attracted several of the furry creatures into the room.

The water was warm and inviting. Jane let herself sink into it just as she would her own pool. Water rushed around Jane as the giant otters swam passed her playfully. Jane smiled widely as the large furry critters seemed to dance around her.

“Enjoying yourself?” Brandon asked from the side of the water. He held two buckets, one overflowing with fish and another that appeared empty.

“I am,” Jane laughed. An otter brushed passed her arm. She could feel its wet fur against her skin. She only wished one of the otters would be still so she could pet it.

“Well, let me help you enjoy yourself a little more,” Brandon said with a smile. He set down the bucket of fish and dumped the contents of the other into the water. Pink fluid poured out of the bucket and dispersed throughout the pool. It only took a moment for the pink haze to completely surround Jane and the otters.

“What was that?” Jane asked. She scratched at her skin as she felt her body begin to itch. She wondered if she was allergic to the otters or whatever it was Brandon had put in the water.

“Something special developed by the scientists we have on site,” Brandon explained. He tossed the bucket aside and carefully wiped the pink droplets from his hand. “They made it to try to help get the species off the endangered list.”

“How could that help your otters?” Jane asked. “All of your otters are male. What good will some fertility mix do?”

Brandon shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure,” he said. “I just did what boss man told me. My job is done.”

“What?” Jane asked. The otters were getting closer to her, almost uncomfortably so.

“I have to go,” Brandon said. Jane opened her mouth to protest but before she could say anything Brandon stormed out of the room, knocking over the bucket of fish and grabbing Jane’s clothes on his way out. Jane heard the soft click of the lock as the door shut behind her friend.

Jane rushed to the stairs and exited the water. She instinctively covered herself with one arm as she tried to force the door open.

“Brandon!” Jane shouted. She banged on the door. What the hell was wrong with him? He never acted like this. “Brandon!” she shouted again when no response came through.

The giant otters slowly followed Jane out of the water, one by one. Their webbed paws smacked against the hard artificial stone as they curiously surrounded the door. Jane swung her head around, watching the otters gather around her. They were bigger than she had imagined up close and the way they looked at her was starting to make her worry.

“Brandon!” Jane shouted. She banged on the door with both hands, a decision she immediately regretted as her underwear slid down her legs. That shouldn’t happen, Jane thought. She bent over to pull her clothing back up. She gripped her panties in her hand and froze as she felt a wet nose press against her womanhood.

Jane released her panties and turned, swatting the giant otter on the snout. “Get away!” she cried as the creature hissed at her. She covered her private area with her hand. The skin beneath her fingers felt soft and fuzzy.

“Wha…” Jane whispered. She glanced down at her groin. Light brown fur covered her sex. Jane screamed as the hair continued to grow in the surrounding areas.

The spread of the hair brought with it other changes that made Jane less human and more otter. A small, pointed tail extended from the end of her spine as her newly grown coat grew over her rear. Her torso extended and her legs shrank, giving her an elongated body just like the creatures that surrounded her. Jane attempted to scratch her itching skin, but her fingers and toes had melded together to form webbed paws on her now smaller hands and feet.

The change was rapid, so fast that every snap or growth of a new body part did not register with her brain, preventing her from feeling what must have been an incredibly painful transition. Tears ran from Jane’s eyes as the infection spread to her head, completely reforming it to fit the mold of her new body. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Jane’s world had changed.

Jane panted as she lay on her side, opening her new eyes for the first time. The otters around her were moving in closer. She felt a mix of fear and curiosity as she noticed that nearly all of them were erect, ready to claim her as their own.

A position in otter conservation, Jane thought to herself. This is not exactly what she had pictured when she imagined herself in that particular job, nor would it be a fate she would have chosen for herself if she had been given the choice. That is, that is what she would have felt before the change. Jane felt her mind slowly slipping away as she became more and more focused on that which she was remade for— reproduction. Helping to repopulate the giant otters would be a daunting task, but Jane’s body was willing and able to take on the challenge. �

[[Category: Story]]
[[Category: Synariatales]]
[[Category: Otter]]
[[Category: Human]]
{{DEFAULTSORT: Zookeeping, Part 1: A Matter of Otter Importance}}

User:Synariatales

2018-05-29T15:25:48Z

Synariatales: Added 'Other Links' section ~~~~

User:Synariatales

2018-05-29T15:22:55Z

Synariatales: /* My Shifti Stories */ - Fixed link

User:Synariatales/Joining the Sisterhood

2018-05-29T15:14:49Z

Synariatales: Added default sort key ~~~~

{{title
|name=Joining the Sisterhood
|author=Synariatales
|user=Synariatales}}

The rocky outcropping in the center of the clearing was eerily beautiful in the paleness of the moonlight. The forest was dark with only a few streaks of light managing to penetrate the thick canopy above. The light that reflected off the strange white rocks of the outcropping gave the surrounding plant life in an ominous paleness, with the overgrown flowers and bushes appearing almost ghastly when they might otherwise have been beautiful.

Joan struggled to slow his breathing in an attempt to calm himself. The vines that were wrapped tightly around his wrist had started to chafe his skin, and despite his constant struggle, they showed no signs of breaking. This was the end of the line— and all for some magical trees.

A shift in the light caught Joan’s eye and his attention shifted to the outcropping. A dryad now stood atop the rock, gazing down at Joan and his companions kneeling on the ground. She clutched a spear in one of her human hands, the shaft running flush with her feminine midriff and torso. Her hooves clacked against the stone as she shifted her position.

“You are hereby charged with the desecration of our most sacred grove,” the dryad said. Her voice was chillingly calm.

“Your guilt has already been determined,” the dryad continued. “The ways of the forest demand that you give your life as punishment for your actions.”

Joan took another deep breath. He heard those around him shift uncomfortably. The old group of lumberjacks had known the risk of their work, and they had been lucky enough to evade the wrath of the forest for years. None of the men seemed to accept the sudden twist in fate.

“The Earth Mother is vengeful, but just,” the dryad proclaimed. She held out her spear in one hand.

“Tonight the Mother has seen it fit to give you a choice in how you choose to surrender your life,” she said. The dryad raised her spear, “You may be granted a clean death, or…”

The dryad plucked a mysterious white flower from her hair and held it before her. “Or,” she resumed. “You may give your life to the service of the forest.”

Joan watched as another dryad approached the leader from the side. She took the flower into her possession and bowed to her superior in an awkward motion that involved the bending of their human and deer parts. Together, the creatures descended the rocks until they stood before the humans.

“You,” the head dryad demanded as she pointed her spear at Barjon, the leader of humans. “What is your choice?”

The old man stared at the forest guardian with hate in his eyes. “I would sooner die a thousand deaths than be a slave to shrubbery,” he spat.

Without a word the dryad nodded. She lifted her spear and plunged it into Barjon’s chest, directly through his heart. Barjon gasped as he took his final breaths. Blood ran from his mouth as he collapsed to the ground.

The dryads progressed through the line of humans, all of which chose to make Barjon’s fate their own as well. Joan forced himself to watch his lifelong friends die one-by-one until he could stand it no longer. Joan made his eyes focus on the ground in front of him as his final companions were pierced by the dryad’s weapon.

“What say you?” the dryad asked. Joan saw the hooves of the creature standing before him. His time had come.

“What say you?” the dryad repeated. She pointed her spear at Joan as she readied herself to make the decision for him.

“I… I…” Joan stuttered. He glanced at the lifeless bodies beside him. They had spent decades dedicated to their work only for their final job to end prematurely. Were their lives truly so intertwined with their trade that they would sooner meet their end than lay down their axes for good? Perhaps.

“I will serve the forest,” Joan whispered. He was so quiet that he doubted the dryads had been able to hear him. He went to repeat himself but before he could speak the lesser dryad was standing before him, holding out the flower.

“You have chosen wisely,” the leader said. “Drink the nectar and give yourself to the forest.”

Joan nodded and the dryad pressed the flower to his lips. The creature tilted her hands so that the sweet fluids filled Joan’s mouth. He hesitated before swallowing. He had no idea what this nectar would do to him, but whatever his fate may be, it must be better than death. He allowed the flower’s liquid to drip down his throat.

The dryads smiled as the leader stepped forth and raised her spear. Joan cowered, eyes wide as he felt cheated. The creature plunged her weapon straight down before her. Joan closed his eyes as he prepared to meet his end, but instead the dull thud of wood hitting the earth met his ears.

The vines that had constricted Joan’s hands fell to the ground around the head of the spear that had sheared them. Joan blinked as he held his hands out in front of him. His wrists were red and chafed.

“Why?” Joan asked as he tenderly rubbed at his sensitive skin.

The head dryad smiled as she pulled her spear from the earth. “Welcome to the sisterhood,” she said.

“What?” Joan said, confused. “What do you mean? I… I don’t… I mean I…” Joan’s words escaped him as he felt the sweet nectar of the flower fill his stomach with warmth. It was a relaxing feeling, like basking in the sun on a nice spring evening.

The warmth of the nectar slowly crept through Joan’s body. He knew with every fiber of his being that he should be afraid, but whatever poison the dryads had given him forced his mind into a state of tranquil calmness.

“What’s happening to me?” Joan whispered. The world around him seemed to spin as his mind lost its grip on reality.

“I…” Joan began, not knowing exactly what he was going to say. His words were interrupted by a strange feeling in his lower body. Joan’s clothing tore as the bones in his legs broke themselves apart and reformed, but still, Joan felt nothing thanks to the effects of the nectar. Joan could only watch as the thick, black hair on his legs shed away just to be replaced by a beautiful coat of light brown fur. His legs thinned, and his muscles grew into new shapes. Joan glanced behind himself to see that his toes and feet had melded together to form thick hooves.

The light brown fur coat that now covered Joan’s legs spread until it was just above his waist, bringing more changes as it spread. Two new limbs appeared on Joan’s body just above his thighs. The sound of cracking bones grew more intense as the tiny lumps extended into fully developed, hoofed legs. The limbs hung before Joan awkwardly, but they soon fell into place as his spine curved and extended, elongating the lower half of his body into the shape of a deer.

A tingling sensation overwhelmed Joan as he felt his manhood shrink and retreat into his body. He turned to see the change with his eyes, but his private areas were now out of his sight far behind him beneath a small tail.

The changes to Joan’s body continued upward from his waist as his stomach shrank and his figure took on more of an hourglass shape. His chest grew heavy as the little fat he carried on him as a man relocated itself to form two large breasts.

The grinding of bone roared in Joan’s ears as he felt his face rearranging itself to fit his new body. He waited patiently in his nectar-induced stupor for the changes to finish, changes that he knew were complete when he felt the long hair atop his head brush against the small of his back.

The dryads smiled at Joan. The leader offered him her hand, which he hesitantly accepted. Joan’s legs wobbled as he attempted to balance himself on all fours. It was not an impossible task, but it was one he would need to grow accustomed to.

“How do you feel?” the dryad asked Joan.

Joan blinked as he considered the question. He felt as though his mind should be a mess given the current situation, but he was eerily calm. It was as if his former self was fading away and being replaced by someone new, someone better, and he liked it.

“I feel fantastic,” Joan whispered, his voice now soft and feminine like his dryad sisters. The sound made him smile.

“Then let us introduce you to your new sisters,” the dryad said. She squeezed his hand tightly as she urged him forward.

Joan stepped forward with one of his front legs. The feeling of his hoof on the grass was strange, yet pleasant. He took another step and another, his body guiding him on which leg to move when. His legs guided him over the fallen corpses of his former companions. He looked down at them and smiled for he knew he had made the right choice.

[[Category: Story]]
[[Category: Synariatales]]
[[Category: Mythical]]
[[Category: Human]]
[[Category: Taur]]
[[Category: Transgender]]
{{DEFAULTSORT: Joining the Sisterhood}}

User:Synariatales/Joining the Sisterhood

2018-05-29T15:09:51Z

Synariatales: Added the story ~~~~

User:Synariatales

2018-05-29T14:44:17Z

Synariatales: Added 'About Me' and 'My Shifti Stories' sections ~~~~