New tail story...donkey tail, again. They're my favorite right now...long and thin with a big tassle at the end!

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I poured the odd liquid into my bud Jake's glass.
"What is this?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just some old soda I bought," I replied. "Thought it might be interesting."
He shrugged and took a sip. I sat down and did the same. 
"Not bad!" he exclaimed. I nodded in agreement, taking another sip.
We began to talk about random things, enjoying the old fashioned beverage. Suddenly, I didn't feel so great. As if he were reading my mind, Jake said, "I think this soda's no good. I feel a little sick."
"So do I," I said, getting to my feet. Then, I realised...I didn't feel sick in my stomach, rather, my rear end was tingling!
"My...butt feels wierd," I said quietly, looking over at Jake. To my surprise, Jake had bent over, butt sticking out, shorts stretched tight, hands balled into fists.
"What are you--" but just then, I bent down too!
Jake grunted, bending further. "What's going on?" he asked.
I was about to respond with a simple 'No clue,' but I noticed something odd...a tiny lump poking from Jake's shorts!
"Wo..woah..." I thought for a moment. Were we--!? No, impossible...but as I felt a tiny growth form on my lower back, Jake exclaimed,
"We're sprouting tails!"
I gasped and, with a smile, bent further. I reached back and pinched at my taut shorts, feeling the tiny tail slowly growing from my spine.
Jake, too, felt his tail. "This is so awesome," he said breathlessly. I nodded.
I moaned quietly, shifting my legs now and then as my tail slowly grew. I watched Jake's grow.
I began to feel warm, watching his tail grow was pret-ty hot, and that's coming from a straight guy!
Jake reached a shaky hand out to feel my stubby tail. I laughed and felt his stub, too.
"Yours is bigger than mine," I told him.
He grunted as his tail had a quick growth spurt. "Not for long, I'm sure."
I focused back on my own stub. I could feel muscles and nerves spring up, and the growth seemed to creak as it extended.
I felt it. My shorts strained. I could feel every detail of my tail. It was around six inches long so far, thin and hairy.
I moaned once more. Then, my lips slowly opened, rather than another moan, a loud bray sounded!
Jake looked at me, surprised, then brayed himself! We both laughed, though we were sweating with the strain of tail sprouting.
We both took turns moaning and braying at each other. Our tails were stiff and long, almost a foot! The bulges in our shorts were tents now. I felt my tail again.
"Mmm," I said, "Mine is huge..."
Jake nodded, feeling his. "I can't wait...-HEEHAW!- til they sprout..."
I looked back at my bulge and brayed at it. 
"It kind of hurts," I grunted, "Don't know how long it'll stay in there..."
I watched Jake wiggle the tent in his shorts. "Just think of how it'll WAG when it bursts out..."
I got sweaty thinking about that. I gave an involuntary, destressed bray. A wagging donkey tail would be so hot...
Jake's face was red, too. "mmphh," he grunted, His tail bulge was massive.
Suddenly, his eyes shot open. He gave a long, loud moan and shoved his butt out. A massive donkey tail flew out! IO gasped and brayed at it. Even though donkeys aren't the prettiest of animals, that tail was SEXY!
Jake brayed repeatedly. His tail smacked each side of his body, writhing about. I estimated it to be four feet long! FOUR. FEET!
He shoved his butt towards me and I reached my nose into the tassle of hair at the end, braying wildly.
Jake was sprouting donkey ears! And so was I!
I could feel hair grow on my mouth. Jake's face was covered in fur and had a donkey mouth. His shoes burst open,r revealing black hooves,  and his fingernails turned stiff and black.
"HEEHAW!" it was too much! And my tail hadn't sprouted yet!
I heard my shoes burst and kicked the air like a donkey. Jake was braying. He was half human, half donkey, but his tail was all I was concerned about!
As I kicked, I felt the tail pile up...
and then...
RIPP!!!
I gave a huge bray and moaned as my tail piled out, squirming everywhere. It was at least a foot longer than Jake's!
I pawed the air with my half-hooves.
"HOT!" Jake moaned, grabbing my tail.
"I know!" I shouted. I wiggled my tail wildly as Jake pulled on it, examining its hairs and great length.
I brayed. Jake laughed and brayed in return.
Jake jumped backwards and shoved his butt into the air, hands on his knees, braying as he wagged his tail.
"It feels so good!" he shouted, "SO GOOD!"
I tried it too and couldn't help but moan with pleasure. I played with my friend's tail. I whacked mine against the furniture, feeling it wrap around the shape of the objects.
I felt up my donkey ears, still braying through huge donkey teeth. Jake moaned as he wagged.

 I found a video on YouTube of the Pinnochio transformation scene.
WHOOO! Look at those BULGES before their tails pop out! And how Lampwick's tail moves when he runs. Pinnochio must have sprouted a pretty long tail to tie it around the rock in that scene in the ocean.

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^ Sad attempt at "drawing" a tailed person with keyboard keys, ha!

Quick story, just an excuse to write about sproutin'

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I sat in my dark living room, eyes glued to the TV.
I was watching the Disney film "Pinnochio". On screen, the character Lampwick bent over the pool table, which stretched his pants tight...and a huge bulge formed...a long donkey tail popped out.
I smiled. Wow. That tail pushing against his pants...must have felt really good...
I continued to watch as Lampwick transformed into a full donkey, long tail flowing behind him. My body began to tingle. I stood up and obeyed my urge to bend down.
I stuck my butt into the air, eyes still looking up at the TV. Pinnochio had just grown his donkey ears.
Then, MY ears tingled!
I touched them and gasped. Tiny hairs shot out from my ears. It felt amazing. They creaked and grew tall above my head. I felt their shape...just like the ones in the movie!
Then, on the movie, a huge bulge formed in Pinnochio's pants and a donkey tail burst out. He stared at it, bewildered.
I gasped with excitement.  Would I....?
No, impossible...
But apparently, I was wrong. Moments later the top of my buttocks tingled. I gulped and closed my eyes in happiness, shoving my butt in the air.
On screen, Pinnochio had tied his tail to a rock to walk through the ocean. Tail...
I felt a tiny growth creak out from the tingling spot. "Ohh," I said in shock. The tail continued to slither out, pushing against my taut shorts.
"Ohhh..." I moaned again. The feeling became more intense.
"HEE-HAW!" I brayed uncontrollably, staring at the television. My loud moans and brays rang out as the tail pushed and pushed against my shorts, its new nerves sending feelings of pleasure throughout my body.
I reached back and grabbed the growth to feel its shape as it grew. It was thin and tough, tiny hairs covered it.
I focused all my energy on that tail. I panted with exhaustion, but I knew it would all end eventually...
"MmmMM...why can't it just sprout...rip through my shorts..." I brayed.
But the tail didn't want to, for it continued to fight the fabric.
The bulge in my shorts was absolutely massive. I felt it again. I'd have one sexy donkey tail.
My braying was long and stressed. My shorts creaked, my tail wiggled.
I moaned loudly.
Suddenly, my eyes opened wide and a bray louder than any before escaped my lips. A huge rip sounded and a long tail shot out like a bullet, flailing in the air as if it were trying to bat away an army of flies.
I brayed, revealing huge donkey teeth. My moans and brays were uncontrollable as I wagged my donkey tail. I can't describe the feeling of pleasure. It hit each buttock, its base had the most sensitive of nerves.
I began to kick like a donkey. My feet had turned into hooves. My white socks ripped off. I ran about, kicking, wagging, braying and moaning. My fingertips had turned into tiny hooves. 
My kicking became higher and wilder. 
"WHOO!" I yelled, "HEE HAW!"

Hello! I haven't written a tail-fetish story in a while, so I am now.
I'm doing this one from the perspective of a woman since I never have before. The main character's name is Catherine, and she, like me, has a tail fetish.


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I sit on my bed, using my laptop. I'm wearing a short white nightgown. I look behind myself and smile, for under some of the white fabric's folds is a long tail. It's light cream with a brown tassel of fur at the tip. It's a whopping five feet long, though I have the ability to shorten it, or even make it longer, if I wish.
Its thick base is in between the very top of my buttocks. I slowly wag it. I smile in pleasure. It hits each side of my...erm, back end, and sends this amazing feeling of pleasure all throughout my body.
I stretch and get up. The tail hangs behind me. I bend down to the floor, stick my tongue out, and stick that tail as high in the air as it'll go.
"mm, yes," I whisper as I rapidly wag. It takes alot of energy. Oh well. It feels great.
I slowly begin to wag faster...faster...faster...
Soon my tail is a blur as I yell in pleasure, wagging. As I wag, I shorten and extend the tail randomly, from one foot to ten feet.
I stick my tail out further, shaking it. A huge grin spreads across my face.
But I didn't always have a tail to wag.

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It started a few months ago. I had a tail fetish. I couldn't help it. I just really wanted to grow a tail. I was getting desperate. Eventually, my need for a tail was so bad that I began to search the Internet to find ways to make my dream a reality.
Luckily, I came across a man who called himself a "mad scientist'" and said he might be able to do it for me. He actually seemed sane, too.
So we met up. He told me he'd give me an injection and I'd start sprouting. I don't know why, I just trusted him. So he injected me. Seconds later, I felt it...
A tingle at the bottom of my back. I had the urge to bend down. I did so, balling my hands into fists and focusing all my muscles and energy at the area a tail would soon grow.
As I bent, my tight jeans stretched until the fabric was as taut as possible.
I felt a tiny tail sprout from my back. I smiled. It grew faster, muscles and nerves appearing...
I felt its tip poking at my jeans. It felt so good.
I bent further. The tail poked again, couldn't get through, and just kept growing longer. A massive bulge formed in my jeans.
The "mad scientist" smiled. His injection had certainly worked.
The bulge was absolutely huge. I thought that tail couldn't possibly stay in there.
I waited...until....
RIP!!
My jeans tore, the noise echoed, the tail snaked out and sprouted fur. I smiled wider than I ever had. A tail! I was speechless! I really sprouted one!
I wagged it rapidly, jumping about in a fit of joy.
"THANK YOU!" I screamed, "I SPROUTED A TAIL!! A TAIL!!"
I continued to wag, smiling in the pleasure, tongue sticking out from the energy it took.

And from then on, wagging was a daily activity for me.
My dream had become real.


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Now, one more story, based on Pinnochio. This is about  two young boys on the island. One of them also has a tail fetish and can't get enough of that donkey tail sprouting!!

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Rob spinned his pool stick slowly in his hand, yawning. His brother Jack was resting on a couch with a mug of beer.
All was silent. Rob and Jack were on Pleasure Island, and they didn't know what was soon going to happen.
After awhile, Jack stood up and looked at Rob. "Rob, I feel...strange," he said, scratching at his ears.
Rob gasped. Jack's ears were slowly extending up his head and growing coarse gray hair. Rob backed away. "W-what's happening!?" he yelled.
Jack began to panic. "What!?" he began to shout, then his hands flew to his mouth...he'd just brayed! Like a....
"DONKEY!" Rob yelled. 
Jack's teeth began to get larger. "HEE-HAW!" he brayed, "HELP!"
Rob shook, unsure of what to do.
Jack was crying...something that rarely happened. His face was growing fur.
Then, with a faint pop, a donkey tail exploded from Jack's dress pants.
Rob stopped shaking and walked forward.
"Y-you...have a tail..." he murmured. Rob had always wanted a tail.
He grabbed Jack's new tail and felt its coarse hair.
He smiled...and his ears felt strange...
Huge donkey ears sprouted from Rob's head. He smiled, feeling them and braying.
"Donkey ears!"
Then the same feeling happened again...near his butt...
"Oh, yes...oh, yess!" he muttered.
He bent down.
Jack ran, half donkey, half human. "ROB!" he shouted, then brayed. "We have to get out of here! What are you doing?"
Jack stared, Rob had bent down, sticking his butt out and moaning in pleasure as a huge bulge formed in his tight black dress pants. "N-no way,"he said, "I'm trying t-to get my t-tail."
He smiled as the bulge grew and grew.
Jack's tail flipped about wildly. He began to grow hooves and bray in fear. "ROB!" he shouted again. But Rob wouldn't listen.
He was braying loudly as the bulge grew and grew. 
"I'm actually sprouting a tail," he said between brays and moans.
"YES!" he shouted again as he heard the fabric begin to fail. Any moment now...
All was silent, his tail piled up forming a hill on the seat of his pants....
He bent down as far as possible, then quickly shot back up, and the tail exploded from behind him.
Without a word, Rob and Jack ran as fast as they could off the island. Jack's hooves were growing fast, and Rob was sprouting fur.
Luckily, the pair spotted a tiny wooden boat and paddled quickly into the ocean, Jack struggling with half-hooves.
Using his tail to help steer, Rob smiled.
"Jack," he said breathlessly, "I have a tail."
Jack nodded, frowning. He was a human with random patches of fur, some donkey ears, a long tail, and partial hooves.
"So do I. What's so good about it?" he asked, grabbing his own tail and studying it.
"It felt so good to grow, and wag," said Rob, "And I've always wanted my own..."
Jack shrugged, and they continued to row away from the island.
To Rob, it had really lived up to its name.

Haven't posted in awhile!
Still thinking of tails.
Right now I want a bushy, short doglike one that wags rapidly.

I made a new fursuit tail with a foam base. No pics but I carved the foam so that the tail sticks out but can sway side to side. I like bending down and wagging it.
I'm thinking of a way to make a prototype tail that "coils" together so when a button is pressed it uncoils into a tail shape, giving the illusion that the wearer is sprouting.

Hah, I feel so wierd. I'd just give anything to have a tail to wag right now! My fake one will do for now... 

Tail story...

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Richard wandered into the pet shop. He wrinkled his nose at the smell. He wanted a pet, sure, but he wasn't used to them.
He slowly stepped further in and began to look around. He didn't know what pet he wanted, he'd never had one before, but knew he wanted something small.
He stopped in front of a rat cage and studied the creatures inside. He liked their fairly small size, plump bodies, and short fur. As he scanned the animals, he noticed something. Their tails. Long, hairless, writhing little tails. 
A strange feeling shot through his body, it made him excited. Those tails!! 
Richard stared and stared. He spotted one gray one with a particularly long tail. Longer than any rat tail he'd seen before.
He knew what pet he wanted.

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Richard sat at home, studying his rat Homer. He began to speak to the rat without noticing.
"I wonder why your tail is so long."
Homer sniffed the air and looked Richard in the eye. "My tail?" the rat asked.
The strange feeling from the petshop went through Richard's body again, and he wasn't even taken aback that the rat spoke.
"Yes, your tail," Richard said.
"My tail is long because I'm so healthy, and I was born healthy, so my tail grew nice and long," Homer said nervously.
"How could I get one?" Richard asked longingly.
The rat stared, then chuckled. "You're but a human, why do you need a tail?"
"So I could stretch it about and make it writh, of course," said Richard, "but also because growing one must feel amazing."
"Oh, it does," said Homer.
"How would you know? You were born with one!" Richard said.
Homer chattered his teeth. "Well...umm...no...I was born...without one," he admitted.
Now, Richard was taken aback.
"Born without a tail!? I've never heard of such a thing! How did you get one?"
"Well," said Homer, "I knew a rat sage of sorts, real old guy, y'see...he gave me a medicine of sorts that stays in my body and keeps my tail long."
"So can I get one!?" Richard asked.
"Yes," said Homer, "If I bite you."
Richard stuck his finger into the cage and Homer bit down hard. Richard's finger began to bleed, then the blood ran green and glowing, and the cut healed itself. Pain shot through Richard's body sending him flying off the chair and onto the ground.
He struggled to get up but could only crouch down. His vision was blurred and sweat dripped down his face as all his muscles forced themselves upon his tailbone.
He stuck his butt in the air and concentrated on said bone. He pictured himself with a too-long hairless tail. And it began to happen.
"It's coming, it's coming!" Homer shouted.
"I can't see it, my vision...it's blurry..!" Richard shouted back. A huge lump was forming in his tight, ill-fitting white sweatpants.
It seemed as though the lump grew for hours until Richard could no longer take it.
"Why can't it sprout!? Why can't it writhe now!?"
Homer was silent, watching the fabric creak, the lump grow...slowly the thread undid itself on Richard's pants until with a popping, ripping sound, a great tail protruding from Richard's backside snaked out from the sweatpants and grew and grew in size.
"Oh, great," said Homer, "It could be too big! If I'm this small, and you're that big...you're gonna have one long tail."
Richard was happy to hear this and stuck his butt up as high as it could go. The huge rat tail grew in a waving motion, hitting the ceiling, coming back down, twisting about the room.
Richard took a great breath as the tail ceased growing. His jaw dropped, it was huge. He turned around and extended it its full length. It could reach all the way into the next room.
"Try it out," Homer said, "You sprouted it to make it writhe, no?"
Richard nodded, and with that, wagged it.

More tails. 

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I yawn boredly and watch my family chat. Christmas parties were never really my thing, and this year is no different. I take a sip of some cider and tiredly glance at the clock. Ugh, another hour left.
I stand up and head to the bathroom. I don't have to go; I just want some time alone. This party is one my friend put on, and I came simply to be polite.
Locking the door, I sit on the edge of the bathtub and glance around. Much quieter here. Ah, a few minutes of peace! I bend down and grab a magazine on the floor. It's a National Geographic. The cover shows a bengal tiger sneaking through the trees. I'm not really interested in National Geographic, so I toss it back on the floor and stare at the cover.
Tigers are my favorite wildcat. I think about this. I glance around nervously as if to think someone else was there, then crouch down to the floor. 
I think about nothing but tigers,changing into one.  I think and think until I groan in a mixture of pain and satisfaction: a very small lump has formed atop my derriere.
I get lost in the feeling when someone knocks on the door. I open it for them to find that it's my friend who's throwing the party. I shoot up, covering the bump with my hands and back out nervously.
However, the tail is rapidly growing. My friend stares.

(TO BE CONTINUED)
Merry xmas!

After reading marcus2058's recent entry I wanted to post something like it....I picked a lion as the animal because I love their tails.

 

The cut link above is a stick figure transformation storyboard type thing I drew. Lol, look at it for tail growing action.


Lol. That was fun but hard using a mouse. I'm in such a tail mood tonight, wow. I just watched that scene in Pinnochio. Whew!
Made me all excited. Hehe, I can almost feel a donkey tail. You know what's sad? I got so desperate that I had to use things around the house to create a makeshift tail to wear when I feel like this. I put floss on it that connects to  different places on my body
so that when I move my arms, legs, etc, the tail swishes. I had alot of fun with it and don't plan on taking it off soon. I made it
really close to my butt so it feels attached. Ahh. Yum, tails.

Alright! The weekend. Whew, long week. I just relaxed today with two good friends - the TV and a cup of coffee.
I've been practicing drawing, I'd like to get into art more. 

 A wolf, of course.

Today I drew up a tail pattern. 
Nothing else really happened.

I came back to el jay.  Again. Starting sketches of ideas for fursuit tails I can wear around. They'll be waggy and bouncy. I'd show the design if I had a scanner.

I'm back. Not sure if anyone cares, but back.

-wags-

-cleared post for no reason xD-

Hi all! I'm new to LJ. I've joined for the furry groups mainly.

My fursona is Ziko Wolf, a white/gray/brown wolf. Sounds normal, right? Wrong! I have one blue eye and one yellow eye, plus 5 three-foot long tails, though the second tail is 4 feet. Hey, I wanted to be unique :P

I want to start fursuiting. Any suiting tips? Do share!