Transformation
For stories featuring transformation.
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It was uncharacteristic of Agent to sneak out of the manor, Vanessa knew, especially when he was usually content to curl up in the library with a good book, until she bothered him. The fact that he wasn’t in there was a strong red flag in her book, doubly so when he couldn’t be found
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Zeydaan dashed across the terrain as fast as they could, hurrying towards their escape route. The androgynous wolf fey’s adventures had led them into some hot water, in the form of a rather large and destructive beast barreling towards them. A large, lizard-like creature that moved quick and possessed sharp fangs. And it had its
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Being the king of a digital realm was tough, Basil thought to himself. The self-proclaimed hopping mad king was too powerful to be trifled by would-be adventurers hoping to strike down the final boss of their adventure. Mere gnats, really, to be flattened, devoured, shrunk, or otherwise tormented into a premature game over. There wasn’t
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Malls were supposed to be a dying industry, Agent thought to himself as he walked towards the double-doors. Between the rise of social media and online shopping, as well as various social and economic shocks, the pastime of shopping at a mall was becoming a distant memory. The parking lot was empty, nary a car
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The sheer number of random artifacts Vanessa collected would make even the most hardcore connoisseur of magical relics blush. Not all of them carried value in her mind, many of them winding up in her attic, in what could be described as an interdimensional hoarding problem. Still, Vanessa did enjoy the hunt for weird things-and
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Dawn idly rocked on her stool, bored on the job. Forbidden Arts, the premiere adult needs store, was experiencing a slow day in sales, currently serving no customers at this time. This left Dawn to sit behind the counter as she waited for a new client, and her coworker Caterina, an Italian maiden who served
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Vanessa was not technologically literate in the slightest. The witch had no need to work with human contraptions, able to merely conjure up anything she wished whenever she wished it. Of the items she did enjoy that were made by humans, only projectors and rotary phones made the list-the former for introducing cartoons into the
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Time didn’t matter much to Vanessa, typically. As a witch living in a manor separate from all space and time, having a set schedule was impossible. Yet despite all evidence to the contrary, she seemed to be keeping track of when a certain date was-much to her ward Agent’s confusion. She seemed to be arbitrarily
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Agent curled up in a recliner in the library’s corner, reading a book quietly. Those brief moments when he could act on his own, uninterrupted by mischief and chaos from a certain witch, were precious to him. Being able to simply rest and enjoy someone else’s narrative for a brief while was more than a
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