The Walk.
Jack was just you run of the mill seventeen year old. He wasnt very imposing to look at, in fact he didnt look like he could defend himself at all. At only 56 and fairly thin, he didnt seem like he could cause any harm. He did all right in school, he didnt get into fights, but he didnt have any friends. He general wore black, the color of his ragged hair. He just had an air about him of stay away. This came from his home life. His real father died seven years ago. He was hit by a drunk driver and his way home from his job at a construction company. The doctors told his mother,
Dragon AXE - Dragon TF by AuraGuardianHadou, literature
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Dragon AXE - Dragon TF
Going to the store and buying stuff for the house is always a chore, no doubts about it. It's always boring to just walk past those countless shelves, finding at least 30 products that do the exact same things. It was like this with everything...especially with soap, or shampoo. There was simply too much to choose from, and most of the time it was just better to choose pick the cheapest one, or even better, just take a random one all together, to save time.
Peter was just like anyone else: don't care who produced something, as long as he buys it. That's why that day, as usual, he just walked past every shelf, just randomly throwing something
Dragon TF - For PinkParkaGirl by latyle, literature
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Dragon TF - For PinkParkaGirl
~ Dragon TF Request For PinkParkaGirl~
Notes:
My only received request for the Dragon Tfs (TF means Transformation), an interesting one to boot. PPG requested that I write a scene in which a female plusle is turned into a dragon (preferably a pokemon dragon), I'd expected a lot of Human-to-Dragon requests so this was a surprise (not from her really, but a surprise all the same) sadly... it was the only request and I felt rather disappointed at the lack of interest from my watchers and I say with a lot of sadness and hurt (and with a little uncertainty) that I may not open my doors to requests for a long while, if ever. So I have tr
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Dragon Parabellum Prologue
The doctor entered the dimly-lit laboratory. He raised his hand up and saluted the other Nazis in the room, uttering a brief Heil Hitler in a strong German accent.
Ah, Dr. Himmelsen. How nice to have finally met you in person, The general said. Nien, nein. The pleasure is all mine. He paused and cleared his throat. Now, let us skip the pleasantries and get down to business. Dr. Himmelsen reached into one of his lab coat pockets and pulled out a small sheet of paper. Our researchers have isolated what we believe to be the genome of the perfect weapon. He spread the paper out on the
polymorphic dragon costume TF by Rainbowdragon, literature
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polymorphic dragon costume TF
I wiped some sweat from my head as I hit the enter key. There story part two finished!
I sighed as I looked around.
I couldn't believe that not only had I been able to find a home of my own,(granted this was the country not the residential city I was used to) but also was able to keep one of the computers to use as my own, plus my parents said they'd leave me alone.
I'd recently been chatting up with a friend I met online telling him about the move, my friend had been the one who suggested the place i'd moved to. Though I wasn't all that impressed, the city I had moved to was kinda small, I didn't really pay attention to the name of the c
This text contains TF and/or TG as well as mild sexual scenes and bad language
So if you don't like any of the above, go find something else to read
Made by:
The TGF Writer
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I'm happy, euphoric, overjoyed.
Why?
Because I've just been accepted as a dragon tamer!!!
Sure, it's not as flashy or popular as being a dragon rider.
Nor as risky and adventurous as dragon hunter.
Or as versatile and well paying as a dragon user.
But without tamers, it'd be impossible to domesticate most dragons, even less ride or use them in everyday life.
Plus,
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The Dracophobe- Dragon TF
16 year-old Johnny was at his desk in his final period class, the bell five minutes from ringing. He was the spitting image of a popular tenth-grade teen: Cool, bored with life, stuck up. He looked to his right and saw Mary, a girl whom he had a crush on. She was absorbed in a drawing in her lap, paying absolutely no attention to the teacher. Johnny decided to take a peek, and he was horrified at what he saw: She was drawing a dragon. It was beautiful; really, the dramatic vantage point, the exquisite shading, the details picture perfect, but Johnny HATED all lizards with a vengeance, especially dragons. He was afraid of the way lizards walke
Dreams - A Dragon TF by Jargon by JargonTheRed, literature
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Dreams - A Dragon TF by Jargon
Hello there, dear reader! It looks like you're about to start reading this story ^.=.^
While I'm honoured that you'd like to read my works, I regrettably have to inform you that this story has been discontinued after eight chapters and a sidestory merge. There won't be any more chapters in this story, sadly.
I am however working on a new project that will hopefully outshine this old gal - it's going to be released some time in the future, and I hope you'll be there to read that was well.
If you can deal with this story ending abruptly with no end in sight, then by all means read on, and dream.
Jarl Gullberg
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People dream. It's nat
At the Green Dragon Inn, there were no less than five or so people. The Bartender, his wife, a married couple, and an old man.
In the darkness walked a man in dragon boots. He was wearing a tunic, also made of dragon. It was said that if you wore a dragon's armor, you'd be protected from dragon attacks. This man, who many called Iiyumi.
Iiyumi walked into the Green Dragon Inn. He walked towards the bar. "Two tall ones." He asked for.
"Coming right up!" The bartender exclaimed.
Iiyumi shifted his attention over to a wanted poster. This poster appeared to have a dragon on it. The bounty for this dragon was 1,220,000 gold. Iiyumi smiled to h
Our story begins with an average Joe who, incidentally, was named Joe. Joe did justice to the stereotype of your everyday nonchalant guy. He was 6,4 foot high, had brown tinted black hair ( which was combed back ), a fit but not extravagant build and dully iridescent grey eyes. He preferred comfort over fashion when clothes were concerned and thus his friends and family would consider his apparel blunt, efficient and crisp ( ties and sleeveless jerseys among his favourites ).
Joe also had a casual job working as a bartender in one of the many joints of Los Angeles. Everyone knew that Joe was a good and hard working bartender and also one of