How would you react if you and your wife were transformed into a Pokemon?
>>58100700Being transformed fixes that sickness.
>>58100705that's not how the hypothetical works homo
>>58100710Pokemon are nulls and daddy Arceus delivers eggs to all Pokemon couples.
>>58100742>Hmmmm should I give Pokemon the ability to reproduce on their own?>NAH I will deliver each a couple an egg myself, creating an obscene amount of work for myself for no reasonArceus won't have time to pound human dick if she did that.
>>58100750No
doi become something cool or do i get typhlosion'd
>>58100705>>58100710>>58100774But what if you happened to be in Manassas Virginia when you transformed into a Pokemon?
>>58100751Ever heard of Extreme Speed?
>>58100751That retarded fairy tale isn’t canon
>>58100696Previous bread >>58048324
Here's a question - we talked alot about humans being transformed into Pokemon in our world last thread, but how would humans who have transformed into Pokemon be treated in a Pokemon society that has late 20th century technology, as opposed to the more primitive classical or medieval level they seem to operate at in Mystery Dungeon? Would there be a strong central government tracking and formalizing the integration of these former humans, or are things more laissez faire than that? Is there formalized education or apprenticeships for them to pursue? Are explorer guilds still a thing? Does being in a place that is simultaneously familiar and alien (as Pokemon would build their cities to suit their needs, so expect more wild variance in architecture and even the sizes of buildings. Probably fewer cars because a lot of species don't need them) have a different psychological impact from a regular Mystery Dungeon experience, where just about everything is totally foreign? Been pondering what teched up Mystery Dungeon would look like lately, so I've been curious.
>>58100742Arceus is canonically female
>>58100696Bold of you to assume /vp/ users have a wife or a girlfriend
>>58101507I am the wife.
>>58100696>How would you react if you or your wife were transformed into a Pokemon?This is wonderful.>How would you react if you and your wife were transformed into a Pokemon?It's not bad, but did it have to be both of us?
>>58101317Wrong, women cannot create
>>58101695You are an obese balding man, you are not a wife and never will be
>>58102285I am neither of those things.But believe what you wish, you couldn't be reasoned with even if I was standing in front of you.>>58102273A woman made many of your favorite animie/manga
what if (you) got tfed into the pokewife haha
>>58100696Sexo time
>>58100700Guess your boyfriend/husband transforms
Previous thread's Lucario story: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4sePlease join in and offer suggestions and ideas for story beats, characters, slice of life scenarios, etc. I'll write another snippet to continue tomorrow.>You had never been in a real fight.>Sure, a few scraps as a kid.>Insults, pushes, angry glares that felt world-ending back when school was the entire world. >The fast heartbeat, bristled hairs, and sweaty palms…>The world narrowing to just you and the mean kid…>Nothing compared to this.>You wished you thought about that before jumping.>You landed gracefully on all fours, unnoticed.>The trio continued their metallic meal.>Aggron towered over everything nearby like a steel fortress.>She ripped and sheared a truck apart with claws that tore metal like paper.>You did not want to get close.>You edged forward, paws raised in a non-threatening gesture.>To draw her attention, and hoping not to startle her, you let your aura pulse gently.>A soft blue glow enveloped your palms and faded away.>Three pairs of blue eyes focused on you.>Two were wide and petrified.>One was furious.>Aggron lumbered forward, putting her massive frame between you and her children.>You did not want this to come to blows.“Look, hey…”>Her growl rumbled like thunder, even this far away.“I don’t want to fight, okay? See?”>You raised your paws higher.>Aggron scowled and swiped her heavy arm in a wide arc.>An oddly human gesture.>Like shooing a fly away.>The universal sign for “get out of here.”>That raised your hopes.>Maybe she couldn’t talk, but perhaps she wasn’t completely feral.“You have to move, alright?”>She roared loud enough to make you wince.>”No. You move.” Was your interpretation.
>>58102471>Her little ones shuffled behind the wrecked truck, wobbling on unsteady legs.>They were so young they hadn’t mastered walking.>They stumbled multiple times. Their chins clanged into the ground each time they tripped.>You’d call them hatchlings if your gut wasn’t telling you they were human infants a week ago.“It’s not safe here.”>She stamped the ground, cracking the blacktop.“You’re scaring a lotta people, big girl.”>She dug her hands into the fractured parking lot.>”Lotta parents and kids over there.” You added, hoping to appeal to her motherhood.>“The police won’t stay back forever.”>She grunted and yanked the ground, hefting a chunk of asphalt above her head.>Loose dirt and rock speckled and dinged off her head and shoulders.>”Think of your children, alright?“>That set her off.>Her aura flared with anger, righteous fury, and confusion.>She was thinking of her children.>And she believed you were far too close to them.“C’mon...” You moaned, shifting to a defensive stance.
>>58102474>Hundreds of pounds of rock hurtled where you stood a second ago.>It slammed into a car door hard enough to dent it, and set off the car alarm. >The shrieking noise made you grimace, but you kept focus on the giant.>A car door hurled past you like a frisbee.>A second door skid across the parking lot like a stone on water.>Instead of ripples, a shower of sparks blew in all directions when it scrapped the ground.“Cut it out!” You yelled over her tearing the steering wheel out. “I’m trying to help!”>Dodging wasn’t hard, given your incredible agility, but it wasn’t safe.>A tire grazed your fur.>Far too close for comfort.>But keeping this far away wasn’t achieving anything.>Maybe you’d tire her out, but she may have stamina just as exceptional as yours. >What you wouldn’t give to throw an aura sphere.>Your palms barely glowed; it was difficult enough to make it appear when training. >You couldn’t count on it now.>Options were frightfully limited. >Close range felt suicidal.>You had to outthink her.
>>58100866This brushes up a question I have whenever there’s human level intelligence animals, or a human TF’d into an animal. What keeps them from progressing up the technology tree? Could they eventually develop a steam engine? Mining and smelting ore? A computer?
>>58102479Hmm. Maybe protag could feint one way and then juke the other way and close to get a few hits in during the Aggron's follow-through next time she hurls something. Then open the range again and rinse-repeat to wear her down.>>58102646I don't see anything in Mystery Dungeon that suggests the Pokemon in that setting CAN'T achieve higher levels of technology - it just seems like they haven't yet. I was inspired by both a terrible webcomic I read and The Slugma Powered Home to try my hand at an information age take on Mystery Dungeon - think ca. 1990. I've envisioned a temparate, coastal city with mostly low, squat buildings, many of which are quite old, with only a few skyscrapers. So sort of a seaside Paris complete with extensive underground catacombs that, in this case, hide secrets from a fallen human civilisation if you venture deep enough. I went through every Pokedex entry and determined that 661 out of the 898 non legendary/mythical/UB/paradox species could dwell in the inner city in significant numbers, and that most of the housing demand is for Pokemon on the smaller side. As such, I calculated that around 75% of the buildings would be around 2-2.6 meters per storey depending on application, another 19% would be 2.9-3.8m per storey (in line with IRL human buildings) and the remaining 6% would be 4.2-5.4m per storey (perhaps situated in their own enclave, like a reverse Little Rodentia from Zootopia). I can share more of the nitty-gritty details if you're interested
>>58102479We have to wear down her energy. Avoid hits while moving as little as possible. Try to bait her into overexerting herself. Only hit her when it's easy to remind her that we can. Her body is heavier, so we should have the advantage in a battle of endurance.
>>58102994She seems content to stay there and chew up some old Silverados. I don’t see how you would get her to move If it wasn’t for the fire, you would essentially have a bear sitting in a watermelon patch.
>>58102976That sounds impressive, yes please.
>>58100696>OOOOH!!! This is bad, this is BAD!!!!!
>>58102479HE'S BACK. I've got no ideas for what to do next. I still think our best bet is to make her follow us out of civilization. Maybe we chuck some car parts back at her to get her attention?>>58100866>a strong central government tracking and formalizing the integration of these former humansI guess that'd depend on how many of them there are. Might be an extension of the "classical" guild system, which often attracted the humans of the old days.Or maybe with advancements in science they've stopped believing in humans altogether.
>>58102646I've seen this topic broached in non-Pokemon stuff, but usually they have to make the main character a polymath to make it make sense. I know loosely how a lightbulb works (vacuum, electricity, filament) but if you asked me how to build any of those things I'd be stumped.It could be neat to have a human with knowledge of what could be possible work with Pokemon who know what's currently possible. So the human says "if you stick a filament into a vacuum tube and electrocute it it makes light" and then Pokemon Leonardo da Vinci has to figure out how to make a vacuum tube with available Pokemon abilities.
>>58103115Thanks anon. Okay, so in the first place, I envision their industrial revolution as being a slower, more drawn out process than ours due to the, "But we already have a Pokemon for that" factor. When you have electric and fire types to power machinery and flying types to transport goods it disincentives you from developing modern power and transport infrastructure. Not enough to prevent their eventual adoption, but enough to slow things down. Indeed, small scale transport still has a hard time competing with fast and teleportation-capable Pokemon, so their trucks and aircraft are behind where ours were in 1990 (I'm picturing anachronistic 60s-looking trucks, and their version of Concorde is brand new rather than already being 15 years old), while the large-scale bulk transport offered by rail and sea is on pace. A minor demographic echo of the industrial revolution is that fire types remain over-represented in blue collar industrial positions, while water types (who were employed as union busters in large numbers as ground and rock types would be too damaging to the factories) remain over-represented in law enforcement - when the city's inhabitants picture a sterotypical beat cop, they picture a Buizel. Architecturally, entire buildings wouldn't be formed after a Pokemon like in Rescue Team and Explorers, but buildings WOULD have aesthetic elements, facades, etc. modled after a relevant Pokemon.Due to the presence of species like Weezing and Garbodor, pollution is kept well in hand, with clean streets and waterways. Even the sewers (one of several places on the city to function like a mystery dungeon) are home to hardy Magikarp and Feebas, as well as a Milotic who fancies themselves the place's guardian, serving as the dungeon boss.A feature landmark of the city is the vertical airport, a skyscrapers with numerous large openings for flying types (especially Corviknight) laden with passengers and goods.Will post more if there's interest.
>>58103422I was actually writing something like that, with Magearna as the leader of a Techno Faction, wanting to bring a bit more civilization back to the Bronze Age Pokemon Dungeon world.After all she is the fusion of a princess and a pokemon, she came from the land of castles and steam engines.This civilization is too primitive for her.
>>58100696>your wifeOh right, my Wife.The Wife of Anon, which is me.Anon's Wife...What Wife?
>>58103599Huh. Great minds really do think alike. It wasn't actually me, but a friend who suggested a while back that Magearna would be found on the deepest levels of the catacombs, forlornly maintaining what rusting human artefacts she can, her sense of purpose lost like the Butler from The Fall: Unbound.I guess continuing on, then, another significant landmark would be a single earthscraper placed adjacent to the river, with flooded sections and tunnel sections to permit dedicated water-dwelling and underground-dwelling Pokemon to participate in inner city commerce. With burrowing Pokemon around, there's always a risk of sinkholes or damaged utility conduits, so certain ground types like Excadrill are extremely highly prized in infrastructure maintenance. There would also be something akin to an open pit mine or quarry near the city that serves as a preferable home for those who prefer to dwell underground permanently, particularly large ones like Ttar and Steelix.While the vertical airport would besituated near the CBD, airports for actual aircraft would be positioned well outside of the CBD - nothing like an LAX equivalent in this setting. More like Melbourne Airport if anything. Why? Well, remember Cactus 1549. ATC hearing a pilot declare "hit birds, we've lost thrust on both engines" hits different when the birds that just got blended by your aircraft pay taxes.I don't have a full layout for the typical Pokehouse mapped out yet, but given the anatomical variations, it seems to me that bean bags and doggy bed-style beds would be popular. If you're rich enough to be able to afford to pay many times what the average 'mon would pay for a high end appliance, you can contract a Rotom helper for your home.If you wanna hear them, I have some concepts for some smaller slice of life moments in the setting as well, a few of which a friend has actually drawn for me.
Sex with my Lopunny wife
This thread is filled with erp gooners and that's a good thing
>>58102474>>They were so young they hadn’t mastered walking.>>They stumbled multiple times. Their chins clanged into the ground each time they tripped.>>You’d call them hatchlings if your gut wasn’t telling you they were human infants a week ago.Oh god
>>58102471>>58102474>>58102479I’ve never meant it more when I say, “this is the thread”
>>58101317Wrong, Arceus is into femboy mpreg.
>>58100696>tfw she turns into Machamp and you're a Weedle
>>58105048Read your comment again.
>>58100700Suppose you were in a loveless marriage and when you both were transformed, she turned into a dude and started acting more like a guy. Are you going to share with him what the male orgasm feels like?
>>58104365Don't worry. Anon got turned into a Lucario, and not a Granbull. So the toddlers are in good hands.But what if the transformation has a genetic factor to it? You win/lose the genetic loterry and get turned into a Pokemon.Like how would those people be treated? Disability benefits? Seperation from society? Extermination?Because someone is bound to discover that some of these pokemon might not be simple animals and literally on human levels of inteligence.We could potentially end up with a Planet of the Apes situation here.
>>58102479>Unable to nail you with a projectile, Aggron decided to close the distance.>She charged down a row of cars toward you.>The steel goliath effortlessly shoulder-checked a sports car.>It barely slowed her down.>The frame buckled, glass shattered, and the entire car bowled aside.>Each mammoth step shook the earth.>She spread her arms wide like a linebacker coming in for a tackle.>Swallowing your fear, you stood your ground, readying yourself.>Away from her aron, you could be more aggressive.>You played the next seconds out in your head.>You didn’t need aura to read her predictable attack. >But it helped.>You saw precisely when she’d lunge.>Tucking your tail tight, you sprung off a minivan.>Corkscrewing through the air, you soared past Aggron’s stubby arms.>The hurdle surprised the armored behemoth, who let out a surprised rumble. >She tried turning her head, but didn’t have the range to keep you in her sights.>She kept charging, her mass was too great to halt her momentum.>A perfect opportunity.>Recovering quickly, you sped towards Aggron’s back and hopped aboard.>Her notched, battered helmet made a great handhold.>Realizing she had an unwanted passenger, she shook and bucked her upper torso, desperate to loosen your grip. >Once you grabbed her horn, you weren’t coming off so easily.>Steel-clad plates ran down her spine, but they only protected so much of her gray-black hide. >Holding tight, you struck her right side with an awkward, yet powerful kick.>She screeched and redoubled her efforts.>Her arms flailed, but found no purchase.>You kicked again, this time aiming at her right shoulder.>Something snapped. >She liked that even less. >Unable to grab you, she turned what was left of her charge into a thrashing roll. >She twisted herself to throw you off or crush you if you held.>You let go too late.>You weren’t smeared into paste against the ground.>But her thick tail thumped into your calves in her flailing rage.
>>58106476>Gritting your teeth, you instinctively held your leg, allowing Aggron a precious second to recover.>Adrenaline repressed the pain.>You’d bruise for sure.>Letting your rage get the better of you, you scrambled over to the prone giant and threw a hasty punch.>The first struck true, hitting her exposed side and eliciting a groan.>The follow-up hit her metal armbrace, which she brought up just in time to block you.>It was like punching a frying pan. >You backed away, clutching your fist and grimacing.>Aggron chuckled deep, pleased at her good fortune.>Her heavy, labored inhale signified she was far worse off.>Pushing herself off the ground, she realized you did more damage to her right arm than she felt. >She slammed back down, falling atop the uncooperative limb.>You exhaled slowly, letting your fury dim and disappear.>This was a mother protecting her children, not some predator that failed its hunt.“Listen.” You said, kneeling down to be more at eye level.“I hope you can understand me.”>You stared at her eyes.>They were clenched tight from the pain.>You might have done more damage to that arm than you thought.“It’s not fair what happened. But it did.” You mused. “I’m sorry.”>She snorted, and rolled her bulk to the side.>She glared at you but made no effort to restart the fight.>Her aura radiated submission and a grudging respect. >You’d established yourself as the alpha.“You will leave.” You stated matter-of-factly.”“There’s a junkyard just out of town thataway.” You pointed. “I’ll make sure you and your babies get there.”“Plenty of iron. Lotta space. You just gotta-“ >Aggron’s eyes narrowed and her fury returned.>She growled and tried getting up again, only to this time have her injured leg fail her.>You assumed a defensive posture, but followed her eyes.>She wasn’t staring at you.>She was looking behind you.>Back at the truck.>Where the aron were.>And where a nosy photographer snuck in.
>>58106485>Slackjawed, the man had his smartphone out and recording.>He crept closer to the shaking aron. >The two infants huddled together and closed their eyes, terrified of the intruder. >The prowling man, so wholly focused on the strange new creatures, didn’t notice you until you landed directly in front of him. >He backed away the instant you ripped the phone out of his hands.>Glaring, you made a show of snapping the flimsy electronic in half and tossing the two pieces aside. >He got the message, scampering back with a howl of fright. >The babies didn’t appreciate you picking them up.>The first yipped and cried. It struggled to escape your hold. >The second got aggressive, attempting to gnaw your wrist spike. >Mom’s fury abated as she saw you walking closer, rather than taking them away.>If you looked hard enough, you almost saw relief in those monstrous blue eyes of hers.>The relieved Aggron, grunted and bellowed to calm her children as you neared.>Staying out of the aggron’s reach, you put the infants on the ground facing their mother.>The aggressive one turned to headbutt your paw.>You let him bump your foot before moving away. >Feeling triumphant, he scuttled towards his mother’s embrace. >Walking away, you stretched and took stock of your body.>A couple scrapes, a sore calf, and a sprained wrist.>Could’ve been a hell of a lot worse.>Now, time for the hardest part.>You’d rather have to fight Aggron again than do this.>But you saw no other way to keep those three safe.>No more secrecy for you.
>>58106489>You walked towards the police cordon. >The police had kept it far enough away that people barely witnessed your fight.>All eyes locked on you.>Some were amazed, and pushed forward.>Some were frightened, and backed away.>Some stood there, aghast. >One man, with newfound bravery, screamed you were a menace who owed him a phone.>A few recognized what you were and shouted it out.>”Lucario.”>Thankfully, nobody approached and gave you space.>The swell of emotion was almost overwhelming. >You hadn’t experienced this much before, and fought to ignore all of it.>You had to tell the authorities where they’d be living now.>To clear a road and let them out.>And to let the junkyard’s owner know.>He’d have to respect the new tenants.>Walking past the police line, people kept their distance, forming a wide berth around you.>Police had their hands on their holsters, but refrained from drawing.>You walked to a paramedic standing behind the armed officers.“Hey.” You began, trying to sound as non-threatening as possible.>You rubbed your sore wrist.“Do you have some bags of ice?”Keep it coming with any suggestions or ideas.
>>58106497Oh damn, we're going public.My first thought was that we would finally have to answer to family and friends. And our answers to the public would be a big, long string of "I'm not sure." Maybe us speaking up (and not getting shot or experimented on) would lead to other sentient ex-human types speaking up, if we're not the only one.
>>58106497I can just imagine everybody speaking at once after protag speaks. Pokemon fans squealing, police wanting to ask questions, media wanting to ask questions, the paramedic trying to treat him and keep everyone else at bay, all while wondering if they're supposed to call a vet. Not sure if you want to go over the inevitable media or government attention in detail, or timeskip to when things have settled down.
>>58107735Would it be worse to get turned into a Pokémon you’re not a fan of, or turn into your favorite Pokémon, and have everyone be suspicious you somehow caused this to happen or you’re enjoying it?
>>58108178Definitely the former. Better to be thought a freak than to actually be one, and there are some real freaks in the bowels of the Pokédex.
>>58106571Either that or it is going to be a string of >"Lucario">*Rubbs wrist*>"Lucario"Hopefully telepathy would work as a backup.>>58106933Don't forget the glowies. Protag might get some 3 letter agencies showing up at his doorstep in the very near future. Depending obviously on how much info about this event leaked out to the public. The cops would 99% call someone to look at him, to tell if he isn't some bioweapon or alien of some sort. I doubt they would let him go willingly. Especially if they find out about Aura.
>>58108178>>58108215Yeah, considering you could get turned into something stupid like a Pineco, becoming your favourite is incredibly preferable. Granted your favourite 'mon and your first preference for a 'mon you'd want to transform into could be wildly different. In my case, I will never apologize for being a basic bitch Lucario stan on both fronts. Although, if I had to pick a second preference for transforming, I'd be down with Cinderace. Super athletic soccer bun sounds like a fun thing to be.
>>58100696Confusion, but also somewhat happy to have been somehow granted the wife I never had and never will have IRL.
>>58108512>Its not your human wife transformed, it’s just a normal pokemon taking advantage of the situation and your disorientation to proclaim herself your wife
>>58108766>im actually at the point in my life where I could live with that
>>58108431Any pokemon that is explicitly athletic would be really fun. Even a Quaquaval would be cool having the energy to constantly be moving
>>58100696Depends on the Pokemon. If we turned into our favourites it'd be pretty cool, though sex might be an issue (hers is Mawile, which is great, but mine is Duskull...)
>>58108178We've all done the Pokemon randomizer thing before. Don't underestimate the number of "well, my life is legitimately fucked" mons you can roll.https://randompokemon.com/I will choose my favorite and be seen as a weirdo/loser/hyper normie with pleb taste any day.
>>58109143This could be sooooo much worse.
>>58108803So what species is trying to gaslight you into marriage?>>58109143I hate when these threads turn into roll spam, but can confirm there are far fewer desirable pokemon to be TF’d into than you think. The last three times I tried it I got Cryogonal, Dhelmise, and Chi-Yu
>>58109312Probably a psychic type, given the scenario of brain manipulation. If I'm lucky, a Gardevoir. Unlucky, a Hypno/Jynx/some other, more inhuman Pokemon. This is assuming I'm still aware of formerly being a human of course, if my mindset is also made that of a Pokemon, I'd probably be ok with whatever, as Pokemon are in canon.
>>58108833Mienshao would be great too. And Buizel. There are a few options for a bipedal water type, but Buizel's definitely the one I'd prefer. I'd love tailcopter and being able to explore underwater.>>58109143Perrserker. I could live with that.>>58109312You probably want to be turning legends, myths, UBs, and doxes off when you roll, since becoming one of those if you got isekaied into Pokemon is probably unlikely (except maybe Kubfu, which would be fine, or Type: Null, which would be less fine but definitely makes for interesting journey), but in any case, a big part of whether transforming into a particular 'mon would be at least tolerable is where you draw the manual dexterity line. In PMD, all Pokemon can access the toolbox just fine regardless of their physical features, but for some (like the aforementioned Cryogonal and Dhelmise) it's rather difficult to envision how that would actually work. Do we consider mouth dexterity like what we saw in Friendship is Magic before the writers gave up and gave everypony velcro!hooves? Do we consider velcro!hooves? If not, is a hoof with claws like Venusaur good enough? Would wingfingers be good enough? Are pincers good enough? Are tentacles or vines good enough? It's a complicated question. Where do YOU draw the line, anon?>>58109336Meowstic or Alolan Raichu would be pretty fine for a psychic transformation or wife.
>>58106497>You knew this would happen.>You hated crowds.>The excitement, astonishment, and anxiety made you queasy the longer you stayed.>You hadn’t anticipated this level of unease. >A vague feeling of having been in this situation before made it all the worse.>People took photos every second.>People were recording.>Everyone wanted your attention, hollering and clamoring for your briefest glance in their direction.>Your heart raced.>You stood confidently, hoping your nervousness wasn’t noticed. >The noise stung your ears.>You fought instinct to keep your ears perked upright.>You had to appear strong.>Somebody ran in to touch your tail and you seized up.>Your skittishness put people around you more on edge. >You considered running back.>Finally, the paramedic fished out supplies, and directed you to an ambulance.>The paramedic gave you ice and medical tape, but opted to watch you tie it around your calf.>He did not want to touch you. >But he did nervously make small talk.“Thanks.” Was your only response.>And a request to talk with whoever was in charge.>Sitting at the back of an ambulance dulled the crowd’s noise, if only a little.>As you guessed, authority was already coming.>The captain, a wizened man approaching his golden years, spent ten seconds staring at you.>You remained sitting and stared back. >The police formed a small cordon around you and the ambulance, thankfully pressing the suffocating throng of curious people further away.>You explained what happened, further astonishing the man by being capable of speech.>The man had no knowledge of pokémon, nor did you intend to explain what they were.>Or how they seemed to be appearing.>But he nodded along as you described how Aggron and her two aron ate iron.>How she wasn’t a threat, especially if left alone.>And to your surprise, the man did not push back against the junkyard relocation. >He was relieved beyond words someone knew what was going on and took charge.
>>58109593>He radioed instructions to others, and afterwards lamented the worst the city got was drunk drivers and the occasional felon passing through.>It was torturous sitting still this long.>The captain went over a vague, but workable plan.>Blocking a few streets, guiding Aggron out, keeping the sirens off, talking to the owner…>It was immensely difficult to follow. >You couldn’t do this again.>You wouldn’t do this again.>While the police created a passage out of town, you distanced yourself from everyone. >Your leap over the crowd garnered gasps and awestruck cries.>It hurt.>That leg was tender.>But the hurt of being surrounded like that was far greater.>Walking back to the car lot, you relaxed.>At this distance, people might notice your slight limp, but it hardly mattered anymore.>Your eyes were pinpricks. >Looking directly at someone might have given the impression you were mentally unwell. >Blessed quiet drew nearer with every step.>Your heart rate slowed.>In the abandoned dealership, you came closer to the steel-clad trio huddled together. >Closer, but not close.>You stayed out of sight.>Opening a car door, you sat on the plush seat to relax.>Far comfier than the ambulance.>As a human, you wouldn’t have minded this model and color.>The gentle and beautiful aura coming from the beasts you couldn’t see lulled you.>No…>You would do that again.>If you had to, you would.>Familial love, pink and pure and shining bright, flowed like honey from the family.>Such beautiful colors... >You did the right thing.
>>58109599--->A train horn sounded to the east, momentarily distracting Aggron.>She licked her lips.>Your disapproving glare, and shaking head, reminded her who was in charge.>She grunted and trudged further into the junkyard. >The sleeping aron she cradled woke for a moment, smelling iron on the light breeze.>They couldn’t keep their eyes open for more than a moment, and drifted back to sleep in their mother’s arms.>No surprise, given how late it was.>At Aggron’s pace, it had taken the better part of the evening to get here.>No doubt the police behind you still had questions.>They’d get no answers from you.>Under the cover of dark, you slipped out of sight.
>>58109593>Somebody ran in to touch your tail and you seized up.LolIf you're still looking for ideas, trying to find a stealthy way to get comfortable with large crowds could be fun. Can't live innawoods forever. Or maybe someone managed to follow us home.
>>58109593>>58109599>>58109602Wow, that is some BIG TIME social anxiety there. Is that because of the transformation, or something intrinsic to protag himself? If the latter, perhaps it's time we made him SLIGHTLY less of audience cipher and learned more about his past? I do love how seeing the aura of those he helped makes it all feel worth it for him. Maybe that'll even drive him to further heroics, no matter how much he tells himself he doesn't want the attention or that he's only doing it because it's the right thing to do. Having such a totally unfamiliar but incredibly vibrant sixth sense be overwhelming in the best way possible is definitely an idea that speaks to me with this 'mon - I did the same thing I did with my Lucario OC.The police chief of what is seemingly a small, quiet city (population of around 50,000, maybe?) being totally out of his depth when it comes to dealing with a literal miniature kaiju, to the point of being willing to defer to a blue talking dog and not try to detain him or call the feds on him or anything, whilst I'm not sure how realistic that'd be, definitely IS hilarious. Being an Aussie I'm kinda picturing Tom Croydon from Blue Heelers wearing a perpetual stunned mullet look throughout the whole situation. I wouldn't actually mind a cutaway to one of the younger officers who's a fan of the series having to attempt to give this guy a briefing on Pokemon with a straight face.Anyways, other obvious next steps are protag trawling his phone again to see what's being said about him and if there have been other incidents like with the Aggron. Once his leg heals he might also want to check in at the junkyard to see how she's getting on in her new home. I also like >>58109842 's ideas.
>>58109913I assumed the social anxiety was stemming from the giant cloud of emotions he had to experience, but reading back that wasn't necessarily it. At this point I don't mind giving him a past, he's more of a defined character in his own right now.
>>58109602Honestly we lucked out, if this was just a lone aggron or a male one, this would probably have been a fight to the death.And while small town cop seems to be in the I don't care life is weird just go with it. them reacting to a genuine danger like a gyrardos or a hoard of houndours would have probably ended in a fire fight, literally.So far it's them seeing Aura Puppy save the day, and watching as a mother gets moved away.Questions are going to start to fly, the biggest being HOW and WHY this Is all taking place.
>>58109599we have seen so far a tacit interest as the sightings grow more numerous, but I think a media fire storm is incoming. Especially if something big happens far outside Lucarios reach, like a say a large city far away with a rampaging Raikou or heaven forbid we see a military base get leveled by Rayquaza, after the military tries to shoot it down for being an unidentified flying object in their airspace.This is turning into a game of optics, to insure mankind accepts the surprise of the monsters, but hopefully doesn't panic to the big threats.One Lucario can only do do much damage control.
>>58110107Heh, well I mentioned the capeshit vibes. Clearly we just need to put together a justice league of the more intelligent Pokemon that have appeared. I doubt protag and Kat are the only ones. Definitely wondering what she's up to amid all this, incidentally.
>>58110135I wouldn't trust Kat with a rubber spoon.She's a creature of chaos and does what ever she wants.But if we are suggesting to the Author to start finding intelligent "human" minded pokemon. it might help with the eventual catastrophic encounter, or at least if things stay relatively quite to win the inevitable optics game to show people how to adapt.However, It might be a race against the clock before things start spiraling, media is GOING to find out, and report, the internet is going to explode with who what why wheres and hows, and powerful intelligences firms are going to want to either contain, or exploit.
>>58110146I was semi-joking, but in fairness I'm sure Kat could learn. As to the rest, I think most of the broad strokes options are on the table a this point. Just a matter of which writefag decides to grace us with.
>>58110107I didn’t think about it at the time, but Kat is a Legendary. So the way more serious Legendaries are in play. Imagine waking up as Kyogre
Maybe a counterpoint to the popular opinion but I’d be fine if the story stays smaller and focused on Anon’s personal life and trying to adjust. A personal story about discovery through this change is more compelling to me than creating the Pokémon Avengers. Handwaving the societal upheaval through a time skip is perfectly valid if it means we don’t have to deal with the “what are the new tax policies?” style questions.
>>58110633I actually do like the smaller personal stuff the best, but it just didn't seem practical to keep focusing entirely on that, given what's happening in the world around protag.
>>58110668Yes, but it’s the author’s work. The world they create is beholden to them, not the other way around. If “that’s the way the story would go” then the writer has the power to change the story.
>>58110633I also like it as a character piece, I just think adding a few extra characters for him to bounce off of might enhance that.
What in the name of Christ is this
>>58111148That’s actually a really good point I don’t think I considered.
>>58111176Writefag is penning excellent stuff for us. What's it look like?
>>58109143Sweet. Don't think I could've hoped for better.
>>58110633Yeah, we've done our part, but I think it would be best to try to fall out of the public spotlight as more pokemon show up. That's easier said than done though, because if another pokemon shows up and causes trouble here, we're the only one who can deal with it right now.
>>58111176Why are you here?No not this thread, /vp/ in general.
>>58111176A genwar thread, keep walking
>>58100696wait a minutei have a wife?https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0Qqm-AkEo0
>>58111176Midwit!Anon is exerting himself. Listen and learn.
>>58111188sounds interest->it's about SHITcarioaaaand into the trash it goes!
>>58111905C'mon, man, you gotta try a little harder.
>>58109602>You emptied the ice bag again.>Free from its cool prison, you carefully poked and palpated your injured leg.>Oof, yeah…>Still tender.>Swelling was minimal and the it was far easier to touch now.>A welcome sign. >Recovery from anything was always annoying.>Spending more than a day cooped up in the house sounded like agony. >Scooping fresh ice into the Ziploc, you popped an cube in your mouth.>Discovering how easy it was to chew ice was surreal. >You didn’t feel like your jaw was any stronger since the change.>Maybe it was the shape of your new molars? >The ice shattered so fast you ate another two.>After hobbling back your computer you raised the sore, cold leg up on a second chair.>As you moved to turn on your computer, you stopped.>Voices.>A pair could just be heard outside your front lawn.>Using your aura to double-check, you saw it was the hired help. >You sighed and leaned back.>Given your inhuman condition, the lawn looked worse for wear.>You needed to hire someone.>Lucky you, the kid down the street was in need of a job.>Conrad, was it?>$20 for a half-hour of work was a lot for his age.>A quick call saying you were out of state was all it took.>Sounded like his dad was teaching him how to start and use the mower.>You turned off the lights in your room and double-checked the blinds were down.>People will figure out you live here eventually.>Not today.>Feelings seeped in through the walls, telling you everything.>The motor started and Conrad shakily took off.>He was slow.>And crazy worried about ramming the house or scratching the mower.>Good kid.>Dad watched and offered advice when needed.>Good man.>Reminded you of Dad after your first hunt.>And…>You closed your eyes tight.>Memory dichotomy.>Deer hunting...>Deerling hunting...
>>58112282>By this point, you were both used to these oddities yet still baffled each time.>You weren’t sure whether to bet more on the memories being fake or if you’d inherited them up from an actual Lucario somewhere in the cosmos.>You watched the outline of Conrad through the window blinds.>The lawn more got louder and quieter as he neared and passed the room’s windows.>Yesterday, you were more nervous than he was.>And it wasn’t from the near-death experience of dancing around a miniature kaiju.>You weren’t so anxious about crowds as a human, that you were sure of.>Not to say you like being in crowded spaces. >Nobody would say that.>But you nearly had a panic attack. >Those pokédex entries weren’t kidding, that much unfamiliar aura really can stress a lucario.>How much of your old brain had been rewired during the transformation?>Or worse, purged?>Aggron didn’t seem wholly gone, but she certainly wasn’t all there either.>Kat was aloof but cognizant. >And different for sure. She said she was always zeraora.>What was she like before, you wondered.>Was she some bubbly, happy-go-lucky lady last month, or did her personality drastically change?>…>You weren’t you anymore. >No point in deceiving yourself.>Parts of old you existed, yeah.>But combined with the new, you were someone different.>Not as much as the others you’d seen thus far. >Thank God.>The braviary and marshtomp you met were little more than animals.>By dumb luck, you may have survived this Century-defining event.>Not survived, but drawn a lucky straw.>Not feral, and with an amazing body and an intact mind.>Would you have jumped in to get Aggron and her kids out of there if you had the same human brain as before?>Well… >That was an unanswerable hypothetical.>But you might not have.“Aw, dang it.”>You hadn’t turned the computer on.
>>58112304>That’s what you get for ruminating.>You opened the half-melted bag of ice on your leg and fished out another ice cube.>If you can go to bed each day having improved yourself…>Having left the world just a little bit better…>You’d say the change was worth all the trouble, messy memory and all.>Mid-bootup, your phone buzzed.>A text from an old friend.>”Bet you’re happy, huh? :)”>You played dumb in your reply.>This was going to be a fun, lazy day.>Using your paws, you carefully typed in your password.>You only had to use the backspace button three times.>Already, you missed your old words-per-minute speed.>Five fingers were a true blessing.>You’ll have to look around, see if there’s keyboards with the keys spaced out more.>Bunny hopping your big digits around, and fat-fingering multiple letters, would be the death of you.>Ah, well.>At least the mouse worked fine.>You opened social media.>”Pokémon Are Real”Thank you for all the comments. Always enjoy reading what you guys think. Please keep throwing out ideas and feel free to write something you like too. Don't let me hog the thread. >>58109913>I did the same thing I did with my Lucario OCPlease continue. Can't share a juicy detail like that without going in-depth.>>58111905You can always join in and write or draw something. It's fun.
>>58112322Here it is the point of no return.The word is out and like it or not i think our Lucario is going to be instrumental in making this transformation less shocking for humans.But still many are going to wonder how and why.
>>58112322Oh hell yeah, more schizo delusions. Good stuff anon.
>>58112724???Writefagging is now schizophrenia.Are you well, do you have brain damage?
>>58112732I meant the character was having schizo delusions. May have been more obvious if I had replied to >>58112282. I've been really enjoying this.
>>58112322>pic>LucarioAnon when he sees how many other people turned into Pokémon are doing porn>LucarioAnon realizing poke-muff is now more attractive to him than human>LucarioAnon having to deal with his new libido
https://rentry.org/HerdingCatsDamn writing takes a long time. Anyway I'm joining the party.This is a story about a guy, his girlfriend's cats, and the housesitting job from hell. Let me know what you think. The next section is probably going to be shorter, I just felt like I had a lot to set up here at the beginning.
>>58112877Let's not
>>58112282Ooh, that's one of my favourite Lucario pics. Good taste.>>58112304For all the japing about him being a schizo, protag is taking a very collected Tex Talks Battletech-like approach to his circumstances here. "Yeah... I'm NOT all there upstairs... and that's okay." I like it. For those of us who have fantasies about being transformed into Pokemon, protag's generalised sense here that the positives outweigh the negatives feels very relatable.
>>58112322The genesis of my OC is honestly pretty cringe considering it was a friend and I lewd roleplaying our way through Super Mystery Dungeon's story together. Basically though, I pictured the aura sense of a Riolu as muted, like looking at an image in greyscale. So when Rio (I know, I know) suddenly evolved for the first time in SMD's story and saw his partner Braze, the love of his life and now also fully evolved, giving off the most brilliant blue (for her insatiable curiosity) and golden (for her boundless, unshakable adventurousness) shine, standing in stark contrast to the aura of rather mean bastard Entei, it was a rapturous, almost religious experience for him.Without the baggage of a human life he actually remembers like your protag has, Rio's gone on to fully embrace Pokemonness and all it entails. He's worked with human trainers and has a very different perspective on combat (which he relishes, but hates having to kill) and societal structure compared with the people in most universes Rio and Braze now visit (they became multiversal travellers after the events of SMD). At the same time, though, he's not the stereotypical "meditate under a waterfall" Lucario either. Gentle, cheery, and optimistic, Rio is very live-and-let-live and tends towards adorkability (an awkward chuckle and a neckrub is his signature move, moreso than Aura Sphere) so long as you don't tug on his justice switch too hard. He's good at cutting through BS, though, and will often think snarky thoughts, albeit usually doesn't vocalise them. He mostly trains with parkour rather than martial arts, and is known for randomly remembering music from the human world and bursting out into song, only to instantly forget the track again afterwards. He's a good bean who doesn't hesitate in the moment, but will often question his actions after the fact. Naturally, being from a lewd RP originally, he's also extremely sexually open and giving. Usually subby, but flexible to his partner's needs
Same anon as >>58113112 and >>58113144 , in the interests of full disclosure.>>58112877>>58113084I'd be down for this, but I'm sure I'm very much in the minority.>>58112941Your protag's reaction to realizing he's a cat down seems weirdly understated, but the sheer misery of the circumstance he's found himself is commendably palpable, so kudos for that.
>>58113282Maybe rather than posting about lucario cock in the main thread, if anyone writes about it, it could be a link to a rentry instead of “on main”
>>58113282He’s a go-with-the-flow, good vibes only kind of guy. Freaking out isn’t in his nature. That and I just didn’t want to write a freak out scene. He’s probably due for one soon though. Things will get better for him, they just might just get a bit worse first.Thanks for reading!
>>58112877I am in favor of pinch of this. Maybe a female pokemon can get him flustered. Maybe he discovers he has several e-stalkers and one has drawn him. We certainly don't need a full chapter all about him looking at porn and jacking off.
>>58114630I figured we’d have a scene like that with Kat eventually. She’s clearly already into him.
>>58114784Dating arc with both human and pokemon candidates when?>t. sicko
>>58112322>Please keep throwing out ideas and feel free to write something you like too. Don't let me hog the thread>>58109913>I wouldn't actually mind a cutaway to one of the younger officers who's a fan of the series having to attempt to give this guy a briefing on Pokemon with a straight face.I could try writing something from the police's perspective>What you'd consider a childhood dream turn true has become a living nightmare>A few days ago you were dismissing all the "pokemon are real" discourse as just some really good AI generated slop and now you stood here>You were standing in a police cordon at the place where the aggron and arrons were turning the town into rubble>Keeping the people away from the raging steel-rock type and trying to keep order>Half of your coworkers were sweating bullets, the other half were getting ready to spray them>Not like bullets would have helped in the first place>At best they would just rang the dinnerbell>At worst they would have just pissed the Aggron off>You yourself were feeling a mix of confusion, fear and disbelief at the absurdity of the situation>The captain was talking with the supperiors to requisition some soldiers equiped with anti-material rifles to dome or at the very least knock it out>Yesterday you were going through some CCTV footage next to him>The footage was from all over the city but it had one thing in common which were pokemon>In a way it felt less like watching a scene of a crime and more like watching a trail camera on which animals throw over trashcans>He is a man who's knowledge of Pokemon was limited to Pikachu, so when you started identifying the different pokemon you'd kinda have become an expert in his eyes on the spot>Obviously his first thought wasn't "Pokemon are real" but that there is a band of criminals dressed up as pokemon doing it>Maybe it is some new type of AI related crime>To say the least the theories didn't survive contact with the new reality
>>58115471>In the middle of all the rock throwing and toyota corolla munching a new pokemon has appeared>A Lucario to be specific>And it seemed to have engaged the Aggron in combat of sorts>It didn't really seem aggressive towards it>It seemed more like the Lucario was trying to wrangle the Aggron into submission>You noticed some idiot with a phone trying to get pictures>Expect him to get turned into paste>Instead the Lucario breakes his phone and basically tells him to get lost>Guy runs towards the cordon and you let him past>You let him through noticing his 1000 yard stare>He will most likely have to explain himself for this act of citizen journalism once the situation gets under controll>You continue looking at the situation from affar and notice that the Lucario somehow managed to calm the beast>And now it was approaching the cordon>Well shit>You instinctively prepare to unholster your gun>Not like the gun would help you against a Lucario>In a move you didn't expect it started speaking>"Holy shit, it can talk" you thought to yourself
>>58115539>You escorted it to one of the paramedics>You allowed it mostly as you feared what would happen if you didn't>The atmosphere felt like there was a gas leak and one spark would set if off>You didn't feel like you could predict it next move>Nobody did>All the people surrounding you didn't help at all>You felt more like one wrong move and a lot of people could get hurt>Your and the captain's eyes met in confusion>Once the Pokemon was escorted you went to him to explain the entire situation>He didn't manage to get the requested soldiers nor the anti-material rifles>In truth he didn't need them anymore as the Aggron was more or less pacified>What he was more interested in was the "Pikachu" that was escorted to the paramedics>You explained everything to him on the way there as he wanted to see and talk to it>Unlike you he didn't show signs of fear>Ignorance is bliss and all that>Surprisingly enough he showed sings of fascination when talking with the Lucario>The two figured out a plan to move the Aggron into a junkyard and the rest of the police went through with it with great success, even if the owner was let's just say dissatisfied with the turn of events>But in a moment of inattention the Lucario dissapeared>Some of your coleagues tried searching for it but gave no results>You were tired on every level and felt like this whole day was a bad fever dream>The captain clearly saw this so he offered to give me a ride home>You weren't really able to deny his offer as your home was on the way to the police station and you were in no state to drive a car yourself>On the road he asked for a favor in return>Helping him with writing the raport about what has happened as he didn't know anything about the "Pikachu's">You accepted to help him to get even>He dropped you off at your house>You noticed the lawn was completely ruined, like if something went through it with a plow>That was a problem for tomorrow you however
>>58115471>>58115539>>58115728Feel free to accept or ignore.
>>58112322>Vegging out felt wrong.>Not in this body.>Gently, you tested your leg’s movement. >You bent your knee back and forth.>Almost normal, though a little stiff…>Which might’ve also been the case because you’ve sat on your butt all day.>You needed exercise.>But this was a special occasion. >For the first time since becoming lucario, you wanted to use the computer more than going outside.>Human-you called the shots today.>You couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought.>Definitely not the same person from a month ago.>You resumed browsing. >You were on the frontlines of how the world was changing and it still blew you away.>Seeing the big, mainstream news reporting this felt like a fever dream.>On CNN, the hosts couldn’t agree if it was ‘poke’, ‘pokey’, ‘pokay’, or ‘pokuh’.>MSNBC settled on ‘pokey’ but dedicated a good five minutes to ‘mon’ or ‘man’.>When was the last time you heard ‘pokeyman’ unironically?>You only saw a few clips, but FOX even brought one of their “Pokémon master” interns on with the big-wigs to explain what the Pokémon were in each clip. >The guy was a dork in every sense of the word, and he was loving it.>Everything the big networks showed off was downstream of social media. >It’s all the streamers talked about.>You thought you’d seen a ton the evening you met Kat.>But you had to go out of your way, searching for it.>Peanuts compared to today.>And a small part of this frenzy was you!>And Aggron. You had her to thank for getting yourself on camera.>Whoever uploaded your fight had the shakiest hands you’ve ever seen.>They held their phone vertically. >And being so far away, coupled with you moving so fast, you were a blurry smear jumping above cars.>Two different users uploaded photos of you in the crowd.>Thank goodness you kept it together.
>>58116011>’Poor thing needs a pokécenter’.>’Ears take him out of manlet-tier’.>’One hell of a fursuit.’>’I could take him.’>A few of colorful, and inappropriate, comments made you smirk. >One creative individual colored you shiny, saying it was a five-minute photoshop job.>It was pretty good.>You saved that one with a few others.>Aggron carrying her babies across a blocked county highway was further down in the replies. >One commenter insisted your fight was an aggron W in an argument with at least fifteen others.>Never thought you’d do these kinds of numbers.>You probably wouldn’t have trended as well if you weren’t one of the more popular pokémon.>Your run-in with Aggron barely stood against the highest trending ones. >Well-shot videos dominated the top feeds.>There were so many pokémon, people were making checklists of what species were spotted.>The more you looked, the more eevee-family saw. >Seemed to be more common than other pokémon. >Or maybe it was because the eevee in all the pictures and videos seemed docile and friendly.>’My cat is an umbreon now.’>Sure enough, you saw an umbreon stretch, and daintily walk across the living room with its snout upturned and dignified.>One video featured a sylveon wrapping its tendrils around a camera and pulling it in for a hug. >The way she breathed so heavily and purred so loud into the microphone…>You had to watch four times.>Judging by the view count, others had done the same. >15 million hits already, good Lord…>A lot of pets had changed.>Litten, purloin, snubbull, minum, stoutland…>One video had an… aggressively happy granbull.>At least you hoped it was happy, for the owner’s sake. >Someone in Florida shared footage looking over the side of a boat.>Pink and white corsola were everywhere. >A dodrio and doduo running alongside a car in the badlands was cool.>You guessed the recorder’s accent was Australian.
>>58116015>One video from Asia showed a frogadier sticking its nostrils above water for a breath.>A farmer from Wisconsin shared video of his pasture, where a tauros walked alongside dairy cows like nothing changed.>Pokémon territorial disputes and the a few fights also made the rounds. >The video of the floatzel fending off a zigzagoon from its pond was entertaining.>Worst you saw was the torkoal starting a housefire.>It didn’t care at all the room was turning to cinders around it.>Someone in Central Park shared a video of ‘a fat pigeon’ milling about. >At least two dozen comments explained it was a pidove.>It acted no different than a typical pigeon.>The biggest clip was someone spreading the news that these Pokémon used to be people.>You saw the odd comment here and there saying it was the case.>This viral interview solidified that as fact.>He was just an average high-schooler.>The guy had five followers yesterday. Next to no internet presence. >Bigger channels saw and shared his recording so much it spread like wildfire.>This young man had not changed.>His little sister who was different, he told watchers.>He said it must have happened last night.>And that his parents were trying, and failing, to get a doctor to come over.>A brionne slid, rolled, and danced in a few inches of water in a backyard kiddie pool. >The water-type looked to be having the time of its life.>What got everyone’s attention was her answering questions with flipper slaps. >Two for no.>Three for yes.>She could still do basic math with flipper slaps too.>When asked to share how old she was at the end, she slapped the water five times.Bit of "filler" writing tonight, but a lot of fun ideas popped in my head while I walked today. >>58115471>>58115539>>58115728Hey, thanks Anon! That was enjoyable.>>58112941This too. Don't think I could handle being quadruped.Thanks for sharing all your ideas. Lot of good ones! Got a snippet or two planed for down the road now
>>58116022You have such a down to earth approach to this, just letting the information come in the moment rather then devoting time to seeking it out and letting that drive the narrative.But as well so far, it's been all benevolent creatures, we have yet to see what happens if say we have a gengar killing folks with fear, or a Voltorb going Ala Snakbar in a busy street.So the perception is going to be cozy and full of wonder that's all gonna change if we see a Magmar reducing someone to Ashes on camera or a legendary going nutso.
>>58116015>>’Ears take him out of manlet-tier’.Lol.That Brionne's a scary story for all involved. Also if she changed last night then this is a rolling phenomenon. Nobody's gonna feel safe even when they realize it's still happening.Also thank you for reading my story!
>>58116138Things like this will force the hand of scientists, they are going to be clamoring for how this happening, and if it going to accelerate or if it can be stopped.
>>58116145Imagine how terrifying of an apocalypse that would be. It’s like a zombie outbreak but there’s no avoiding it, no quarantining it, and instead of dying you’re still present with reminders of your past all around you and you’re stuck in a world you used to inhabit that’s no longer designed for you. (there’s some social commentary on disability in here somewhere)>Everyday men, women and children are suddenly and randomly being transformed into fictional creatures from a video game>There is no known trigger for the transformation nor is there any way to predict what the person will turn into>Additionally, it is ambiguous whether the humans transformed retain their mental faculties or revert to a feral-like state with the >There is no known cure, prevention, or way to reverse it>Statistical analysis shows that the rate of transformation is faster than human replacement, suggesting all humans will inevitably be replaced with pokemon creatures.>We will be trapped in a world of our own creation, taken away from us by an uncaring unstoppable force
>>58116302Arceus just smiles.My design.A world you made for me by making Me.
>>58115728Some writing mistakes and doesn't flow as effortlessly as what main writefag puts out, but you're on the right track. But why the gigachad Turos?>>58116022Seems the phenomenon is increasing exponentially. Mostly animals transforming it seems, so that explains why only a few can communicate like us. Definitely takes that whole optics battle thing far out of our hands. All we can do now is try to make things as good as we can in our own little neck of the woods, as >>58112322 alluded to. It's relieving that most 'mons seem relatively non-hostile, but air travel and the power grid are definitely going to have some problems as more flying and electric types appear, I think. Don't forget that the oceans are gonna be quietly transforming, unseen by most, as well. If there are any /k/fags around, I'd love a vignette of an attack sub playing cat and mouse with Kyogre. Bonus points if one or more crewmembers abruptly transforms while they're at it.>>58116090As I mentioned, I calculated that 661 out of 898 non-LMUBP species could dwell in a city's CBD fairly comfortably, and most of the remainder are limited by environmental requirements moreso than their temperament. Add to that how many Legs and Myths prefer to stay as far away from people as possible, or exist in a dormant state until deliberately awakened, and it might not be quite as bad as you'd think. Salamence and Hydreigon will definitely be an issue if they pop up, since they're ultra-aggressive and their territory pretty much comprises an entire country's worth of airspace, but on the scale of the entire US, an occasional fire type induced fire or self-destruct induced unintentional terrorist attack is more tragic inconvenience tier than mass hysteria tier. Ukraine's had worse every single day for several years now.>>58116138>>58116145>>58116302Maybe rather than the justice league, protag can instead form a support group to help transformed humans in his local area adjust to their new normal.
Honestly I think this situation is slowly growing more, dangerous each day the fact kat can understand human speech, means it was either recently or probably when it was she was baby? Not sure but she was confused, when our guy as asked if she was human. Either leading that, or she was just recently turned into a pokemon, but how long ago was that? Idk but seems she is just not caring how she might cause more problems right, now But for right now we have problems with concerning, with the fact people turned into pokemon. And how that might affect their familes and friends Concerning our guy it seems this is slowly taking a toll on him, physically and a little bit mentally. With the mentioning of him as a riolu seems strange, is his memories becoming slowly overwritten. Or confused with something else. it just eludes me that he refers his younger self as a riolu, when he remembers doing stuff as a kid.
>>58116022Thanks.>>58116441>But why the gigachad Turos?Didn't have a pic that would have fit but I wanted to use a pic anyway.
>>58116022>>58116015>>58116011>>58115728>>58115539>>58115471Now it's time for you to write something from Masuda's perspective.>>58116011>It’s all the streamers talked about.Can't wait for an Asmongold stream where he became a Garbodor :^)
>>58116783>Can't wait for an Asmongold stream where he became a Garbodor :^)He is deffintiely going to become a bug type as he is the roach king.Strangely enough the only roach pokemon that comes to my mind is Pheromosa.
>>58116614I dunno if it's getting worse necessarily. Protag's had those out of place Riolu memories all along - he's just embracing them as being a part of himself now. Accepting that he's not quite the same person after transforming may actually help to lessen the cognitive dissonance and mental strain, perhaps helping him to reforge a solid sense of identity.>>58116627Fair I guess.>>58116783>>58116820Mantids are close relatives of cockroaches, so how about Scyther?
>>58116820ironic that the pokemon that's specifically designed with cockroach features more than any other was specifically designed to be pretty. and they did a good job too.maybe he can be the only skinny buzzwole, getting made fun of by all the swole (zwole) buzzwoles.
If I have a choice I'm becoming an Espeon.>Telekinesis>Fluffy fur>Beautiful>Big>Head gem>Dazzling gleam to deal with dark types>If someone tries to rape me I can easily break their minds and turn them into brainless slaves just smart enough to not shit themselves, eat and keep themselves clean without any direct orders.>I can put the slaves to work making me moneyThe Espeon life is the good life.
The Walking Mon.
>>58116854>>58116891>The Pokkening/Pokemon Apocalypse situation is crazy>Asmongold starts streaming>Plays some video of lucario anon getting escorted by the police>Does his usual thing>Doesn't notice the transformation until people in chat start referring to him as "the Roach Queen">He realises what has just happenedWhat would he do next?
>>58116960>that's nuts man!
>>58116960He has explicitly stated he would hate to be female. Pheramosa is female only.
>>58117028Does open up the possibility of getting gender swapped as well which for most would be nightmarish.I was writing a story about a poor fella who becomes a Diancie, and dealing with all the new emotions and feminine inclinations.
>>58116901>Rapes you anyways because you're a pathetic level 2 purple kitty cat with a pussy weak to massive cock
>>58117183Do not tease a creature that can fuck your brain.
>>58109143Thanks I was gonna ask if it's random or we get to choose. If random looks like I get chikorita... not ideal but I guess it could be worse. If I had to pick it would have chosen ninetales
>>58116901Based choice, you really can't go wrong with Eeveelutions but I do question the desire for slaves...
>>58117200>Threaten to rape>Immediately promises a good timeSpoken like a good kitty slut
>>58117183>t.soon to be slave #32>>58117282If degenerates are going to try having their way with me I might as well take advantage of that. Money, chores, human identities to purchase things a pokemon can't, mindfucked slaves have lots of uses for a transformed Pokemon. Having a staff of utterly loyal servants also sounds like a good way to keep my fur fluffy and luxurious. Though knowing the type of people who would try to rape an Espeon I'd have to put most of them on some kind of training plan to get them to a point where I don't feel disgust letting them near me, even as mindless slaves.
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>>58117339The poke-cops will have some mysteries to solve it seems.
>>58116901Someone turned dark-type could still rape you though. Best to find figthing/bug partner soon.
>>58118770Dazzling Gleam can deal with the dark types.
>>58115728>You just woke up lying on the couch with every fiber of your being aching.>The full set of gear you were wearing didn't make the situation any more comfortable.>You swung your head in the direction of the clock on the wall.>5pm>"FfffHUUuuck..." you muttered as you forced yourself to stand up.>You were about to call the station to explain your absence, but as you got your phone, you realized the battery died.>You were about to plug it into the charger as you heard something knocking at your backyard door>This was enough to put you out of your stupor as a burst of adrenaline burst you back to life.>You grabbed your service pistol and moved slowly towards the glass door>At this point you didn't know what to expect anymore, and your fight-or-flight instinct was firmly set to fight.>You were about to enter the kitchen and have a full view of the door. >You grabbed a spatula from the counter and positioned it carefully at an angle at which you could see a reflection of your backyard.>To your relief, the thing knocking at the door wasn't a pokemon but one of your colleagues.>As you let him in, he explained that the captain had sent him here to check in on you, as you didn't show up for work and didn't pick up any calls.>He thought that whatever ruined your front lawn might have gotten you.>The moment he said it, your tired brain brought up the question of why he didn't just ring the bell at the front door instead of jumping over the fence.>He said that whatever that thing was, it was still there...
>>58119479>After hearing that, a wave of cold sweats washed over you.>You asked him to describe it to you, but the only thing he said was that it was large.>He didn't want to accidentally piss it off, so he kept his distance, never really getting a good look at it.>He was there during the Aggron incident and knew what mons were capable of when pissed off.>It wasn't really a thing you could fault him for, as you yourself would have probably done the same with his knowledge.>The two of you made your way to the other side of the house to assess the situation>Trying to stay as silent as possible to avoid any possibility of that thing leveling your house>You entered the living room and crawled under the window, using your spatula to survey the area.>And indeed there was something big lying in your driveway.>You couldn't get the angle right as some potted plants blocked the view, but what you saw was countershaded with a dark green or blue side and a cream-colored side.>There was no way to mistake it for anything else>It was a Snorlax taking a nap in your driveway>You stood up and informed your colleague with the most retardedly happy grin possible that Snorlaxes are harmless for the most part.>You opened the front door and left the confines of your home to get a closer look.>The massive thing lay in front of your garage doors, blocking any vehicle from getting in or out.>"So. How long is this thing going to lie there?" asked your colleague.>"Good question" you answered, not knowing yourself.>The both of you returned inside to clear some things up in regard to your absence at the station.
>>58116022>Not caring was refreshing.>Pokémon existing was public knowledge now.>No longer did you have to take convoluted, extra-long routes to stay hidden. >Like now.>”No way, bro!”>No longer did you play “the floor is lava”, sticking to rooftops.>You ran past so fast their clothes flapped in the gust. >A trio of teenagers hooted at you, the biggest had a pair of lungs to rival a stereo.>“Do a flip!”>Your pride didn’t let you.>You weren’t some circus animal for entertainment.>In four bounds, the avenue was crossed and you were out of sight.>Although, now that the idea was in your head…>Spotting a trampoline in the backyard ahead, you front flipped onto it.>You hadn’t been on one of these in a while. >The extra oomph from the bounce threw you high enough to land on a two-story house.>And you thought you jumped high as a kid…>And that settled it, your leg was back to full strength. >A day and a half of recovery. Just incredible. >Were you human that sprain would’ve needed three to six weeks, by your estimate.>Would it be the same for Aggron?>You’d find out soon enough.>Past the highway, down the county road, right at the sign…>A sign with a squad car behind it.>Probably some officers keeping watch for speeding. >And to keep prying eyes away. >A wooden police barricade blocked the dusty path.>It didn’t deter a strangely high number of cars from slowing down and checking out the junkyard, hoping to see the new residents.>In the interest of public safety, the local newspaper published where the three metal monstrosities now called home.>If they hadn’t, word-of-mouth would’ve spread fast anyway.>You moved down the road, keeping low.>You didn’t see any other authorities on your approach.>Trespassing didn’t bother you, but any patrolling officers might disagree.>Surely, they’d have a few more keeping watch.>Exhaling, your aura sensors rose.>You knelt down, closed your eyes, and dove into the ether.
>>58120026>Further out, as you suspected, were observers.>One man with a little extra weight seemed to be making rounds around the junkyard. >A policewoman further out was sitting in a chair and looking down at something in her hands.>A phone or book, you guessed.>Probably a spotter with binoculars.>Judging by her aura, she was on one of the easiest shifts of her life.>She was bored.>Aggron must have been content to limit her territory to the scrap piles.>She better keep it that way.>Both officers would be child’s play to avoid.>What caught your eye more was the inside the fence.>Three auras were expected.>Two small, vibrant lights played happily. A love shared only between siblings.>One was content to watch. A special bond only seen between mother and offspring. >And below that, you tasted irritation at her sore body.>Especially at her shoulder.>That arm was out of commission for a while. >But you detected a fourth aura opposite the side Aggron and Aron called home.>And it wasn’t human.>Worry… Humiliation… Fear…>Something was really bothering whatever it was.>Well, you were planning to get a look at the three pokémon anyway.>Waiting until the patrolling officer was out of sight, you dashed in. >The smell of rust and stale water was everywhere.>First, you checked on the steel Pokémon. >Peering over a stack of crushed jalopies told you everything your aura had.>Mama had made herself a respectable nest out of the many car remains. >The aron were small, but a rhythmic clang-CLANG directed you right to them. >They seemed to have made a game of headbutting objects to find what made the coolest noise.>An empty oil drum got their attention and they bonked it for two straight minutes.>Aggron had the patience of a saint.>They seemed content enough with the rusted metal. Hopefully it didn’t affect their diet.>Would an older car taste better? >Perhaps the rust added some flavorful undertones.
>>58120041>Maybe it was like wine or cheese, you thought, heading towards the other side of the junkyard. >Whover else was here in the junkyard was at the office.>Carefully, you picked your way around the scraps and wreckage.>Boots would’ve been nice here. You were getting paranoid about stepping on something sharp.>The building looked exactly as cruddy as you expected.>Far uglier now you saw it in daylight.>Faded paint clung to the structure in patches. >Long stripes had peeled and scraped away over the decades.>Old gas station memorabilia leaned against the foundation. >Overgrown grass obscured some of the logos.>The windows looked like they hadn’t been cleaned in years.>The grime was thick enough to block any vision inside.>And, to your surprise, the… ‘person’ wasn’t inside.>It would’ve made an ideal place to hide, yet there they were.>Sitting at a table beneath a sheet metal awning, fiddling with tools.>Once again, you tapped into aurasight. >It wasn’t a person. >It looked like a person.>That wasn’t.>That portly man in overalls, a trucker’s hat, and a greasy, sweat-soaked shirt fit the bill of someone who might work here.>But the night Aggron arrived, the police explicitly told the owner he couldn’t come back.>That wasn’t the owner. >But it was a convincing disguise. >The man grunted and breathed heavy, laboring over electronics at his table. >Engrossed as he was, he was perceptive enough to pop his head up not long after you stepped out.>The thing put on an elaborate show. >It pretended standing was a struggle.>Huffing and puffing, using the table as leverage to get up.
>>58120046>”Ho, there. Ain’t you uh-““What are you?” You asked and demanded, shaking your head.>Authoritative, and just loud enough that any others wouldn’t hear.>A sickly smile spread on the man’s face.>He stroked his two chins in thought.>”Perfect.” He said, flapping his fat jowls with his nodding head.>The illusion liquefied. >And when the light stopped bubbling, you saw their true form.>A gray coat.>A ruffled, button-up shirt.>A long, crimson mane.>Blood-red claws.>And a mouth full of daggers.>Zoroark.>>58119479>>58119629Love that Sneedsler pic. Keep it up!>>58116783>Now it's time for you to write something from Masuda's perspectiveNot gonna lie, I am still tempted to write a Chris-Chan snippet and how 'he was right' about the dimensional merge. >>58116441>661 out of 898 non-LMUBP species could dwell in a city's CBDGonna have to explain those acronyms so my smooth-brain can understand them.As always, love reading all your thoughts and discussion. You're a fun group of people.
>>58100696I would love if this became a general
>>58120184It just might.This Lucario story has a glorious open ended question in it that could allow anyone to add too it and yet the story will still be the same, just a different point of view.I think we accidentally a new SCP styled story.
>>58120073Non-Legendary, Mythical, Ultra Beast pokemon, I think.
>>58120073>Zoroarkhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfk5NIG7AhY
>>58119479>>58119629"Snorlaxes aren't destroying your garden, Freeman. You're just being paranoid."I like how police bro just completely forgot he was supposed to be on edge when he saw 'lax. Pokemon DO have that effect on people.>>58120073>ZoroarkOhhh maiii. THIS is gonna be interesting...>acronymLMUBPs - Legendaries, Mythicals, Ultra Beasts, and Paradox forms. Can't be bothered typing that out every time.CBD is just Central Business District.>>58120239Shared storytelling universe? Hopefully one that proves less cringey than Conversion Bureau.
>>58120073Damn look at those TEETH.A Zork is a cool threat because it's one that pretty much only we can fight, since we're the only ones who can see through the illusion. Also interesting that he's still wearing clothes.>>58120495>Conversion BureauOh man I had buried this under years of memories and you just dredged it right back up
Enjoyable stories throughout the thread. Good work all. It's been a great ride.Right now the fiction has a "superhero" air to it, which is fine, but it doesn't quite tap into the difficulties of adapting to a sudden and new Pokemon body. So far, the Pokemon used fit into human society easily. Lucario and Zoroark are human sized andshaped. They're easily able to use the tools humans require and navigate human spaces, but these Pokemon are by and large the exception. Most quadrupedal Pokemon would have difficulties opening using almost every human device, for example. For most humans-turned-Pokemon, it feels though even a simple life would become a huge challenge to overcome. How will they earn money? How will they eat? Are there humans willing to assist these new Pokemon? Can they keep their old job? Their home? Is this a subject we would be interested in discussing?
>>58120073Man, the more time passes, the more I enjoy Zoroark. Peak Pokemon design and abilities.
no matter what the pokemon isno matter how society reacts to itI would seek Ninetails at Mt. Freeze for answers
>>58119629>Your colleague was on the line with the captain to corroborate your story.>He was trying to conceal his laughter while explaining the situation.>Thankfully the captain doesn't feel like he wants to cut your salary and/or your balls over all of what has happened.>Instead in a defeatist tone decides to retroactively give you the the day off>You and your colleague have a chat about what has happened at the station in your absence>In short, it was a shitshow.>Every phone in the building was blaring.>Some guy from the FBI showed up and questioned everyone about the Aggron incident and the talking Lucario.>There were disappearance cases, neighbors reporting suspicious activities on each other, some people walking in a trance-like manner, thefts, and destruction of property on a level not previously seen.>The police were riding around the city like headless chickens putting out fires, not knowing if the fire they were putting out was an electrical fire or a chemical one.>Half the time it was just some people acting like it was the pandemic 2.0 and causing fights over rolls of toilet paper.>Your colleague volunteered to check up on you because he didn't want to deal with any of that shit.>You turned on the TV to check up on the situation in the world.>Apparently people and animals are turning into pokemon.>Maybe that Lucario from yesterday was a human once.>The Japanese government blocked Nintendo from developing any more Pokemon games in the foreseeable future because they feared power creeping the problem out of control with new installments.>Not like the situation was under control in the first place.
>>58121125Joke's on them - by preventing Game Freak from developing, the phenomenon just winds up switching over to starting to use fakemon as well. An entire nuclear power station goes on lockdown when a Nucleon appears on the grounds.
>>58121125>As you were switching between news outlets in search of some new story, you ended up turning to one channel at which the President was giving out an address to the nation about the situation.>There really wasn't much said beyond the usual "Please do not panic" type of speech you'd expect in any crisis situation.>Only thing that was confirmed was that the government was looking into the reported cases of people turning into mons.>Your colleague kept calling bullshit the entire way through.>Mostly bringing up past cases of the government doing inhumane things to people and the fact that, as of now, the pokemon were in a legal grey area.>You didn't really want to think about the implications of that too deeply, especially after you met that Lucario yesterday and saw that Brionne girl on TV not even 5 minutes ago.>You switched channels to some "expert" identifying pokemon sightings from around the world.>Giving the guy credit, he didn't make a single mistake.>After some more talking, your colleague was getting ready to leave.>It was getting late, and even if it was after hours for him, he had to get ready for tomorrow, same as you.>The both of you went outside and parted your ways with a firm handshake.>The Snorlax was still there blocking your driveway.>If the Snorlax didn't move by tomorrow morning, you'd have to call someone to drive you to the station.>You still needed to inspect the front lawn, as you kind of forgot.>The lawn looked even worse than you remembered.>In some parts there were holes deep enough to fit your entire leg.>You looked around and noticed that you weren't the only one affected, but the entire neighborhood.>You had to delay the search for the culprit a day longer as the sun was setting, and you didn't even change your clothes from yesterday.>You took a shower, ate some microwave slop for dinner, replied to some text messages from your friends and family, and went to sleep.
>>58102315Most women anime authors create depraved goonershit like Kodomo no Jikan and Ranma 1/2.
>>58122245And?
>>58109143>https://randompokemon.com/You know what, my life may be fucked by a lack of opposable thumbs, but I'm going to make everyone else's life suck too.
>>58123262Splishy splashy I turn your homes to Ashy
>>58120073>The trickster struck out his chest, mimicking your own standing position.>”How was it?” Zoroark asked, staring ahead.>The vulpine pokémon sounded distinctly masculine.>As soon as you looked back at his cerulean eyes, he stared at the ground.“How was… what?” You replied, squinting your eyes.>Something felt off…>”My performance!” Zoroark declared, matter-of-factly.>”Surely I blended r-right in, okay?”“Uh…”>Had this been a regular conversation, you wouldn’t have been caught off guard.>Something about the way he talked was wrong.>The second of distraction made his smile wane.“I mean…” “I guess, if…” >Zoroark still didn’t make eye contact.>He was looking everywhere but your eyes.>Where was he going with this?“Yeah.”“It would’ve fooled most people, I think. Yeah. It was good.” You said.>It was good and you were sincere. You would have been tricked if you were human. >The zoroark let out a long breath he’d been holding. >”Fantastic! Just, j-just Fantastic” He said, twirling a lock of his long, red and black-tipped hair.>He spun it around in circles with his hand.>He mumbled something.>…>Then brought a hand to his fuzzy forehead, blocking his eyes. >…“What?”>…>It was deathly silent, aside from the dull bonking aron heads way on the other side of the junkyard.>You heard him this time.>”Ho’kayokayokayokayokay….”“You, uh… You wanna talk?” You asked.>”No.” Zoroark curtly replied. “No, no I really, really do not want to talk to you.”“Huh…”>Now you realized what was so bizarre.>His fat mechanic illusion hadn’t fooled you, but this trick was a loopy one.>His mouth didn’t match what he said.>Like watching a dubbed movie or anime.>Slightly off in parts, incredibly off during other syllables, and occasionally matching.>Some auditory illusion, you guessed, to get past the fact he couldn’t talk like he used to.“Well, I’ll…”“Look, you shouldn’t be close to Aggron, alright? This is her-”
>>58124662>”No! No, no, nonononoooooo, I need you, okay? I need your help.”>”T-That, that’s why I’m here, okay?” >You could hear Zoroark’s heart pounding.>He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.>”Y-You. Are. Terrifying. Okay?” He stammered.>Letting go of his hair, he went to buttoning, and unbuttoning, his dress shirt.>”I knew you could do that.”>”I knew you could see through and it still, just…” >You crossed your arms and listened, figuring it would be best not to interrupt.>”I, I… okay, look.”>”P-Promise… Promise not to kill me!?”>Your eyes widened.>It was one thing to hear, ‘so-and-so is going to kill me’.>That’s hyperbole. It’s obvious exaggeration.>He actually thought you might.>And begged with shaky, cracking voice for you not to.>You put your left paw over your heart, left and below your chest spike.>You raised your right.“I promise not to kill you.” >Zoroark once again let out a long sigh, even smiling a moment.>”One mo-more thing, okay?” Zoroark asked, holding up a single claw.“Sure.” You nodded.>”Can…. You…” >Even he realized how odd a request it was. >”Sit?”>You blinked.>And looked around.>This had to be a trick, right?>Was something going to come flying at you?>You didn’t sense anyone else.>Were you getting punked? >Was this something for the internet?“No.”>Zoroark unbuttoned faster.>”Oh… kay.”>”I understand.” He nodded furiously. “I’d just, you know, feel…”>He didn’t bother explaining.>He inhaled deep, preparing himself. >For the briefest moment he made eye contact.>He waved his arms for emphasis.>”It doesn’t make sense.”>”This isn’t rational, okay?”>He paused, muttering to himself while again looking anywhere but at you.“Us being pokémon? No, it doesn’t make sense.”>”I hate you.” Zoroark stated.
>>58124669>That comment wasn’t filled with malice. It was a statement of fact.>”Like, something deep down is really, r-really against getting anywhere near you.”>”It doesn’t make a lick, uh, of sense.” >”Every shred of this body says you are demonic!”>That was the first thing he said with conviction.>He let the statement linger, adding gravitas.“Okay… Is that all you wanted?”>Maybe you should leave him to Aggron. >Let her deal with the intruder.>Zoroark hesitated, finally having found the courage to look you in the eyes longer than a second.>”B-But you seem… upright…?”>Bit of a backhanded compliment.>You heard that question mark in his voice.>”Can’t believe I’m…” He shook his head back and forth.>You turned to leave.>”Wait, wait, WAIT!” Zoroark nearly screamed, running up to you.>He retreated a step, when you glanced back at him.
>>58124674>”Find my boy, my kid.”>”Y-You can do that, right?”>”He’s missing, okay?”>Oh. “Jeez…” “Well, I-“>No wonder this guy was so out of it.>”I waited here, you see. I knew you’d find me.”>”Y-you’re a master hunter…”>You hadn’t used aura for hunting.>You kept that to yourself.>”He’s better’n me. Better at pretending, okay?” >”H-He looks like me but smaller, and he’s got a li’l tuft of a tail now.”>”Zorua, you see, you know…”>”You know?” He asked, unsure if you knew what his son would look like.“Same colors as you, but on four legs, yeah?” You asked back.>The kitsune nodded furiously. >He clenched his eyes tight and grimaced. >”S-Sorry…”>”God.”>He sniffed the building mucus back.>”I don’t, uh…>”Don’t know if he can speak any more, okay?”>How common was this?>Was this happening all over the world?>”His name was-“>Zoroark coughed, correcting himself.>”Is.”>“Is Harry.”>You rubbed the back of your head. >”Been a few days…”>Zoroark clacked his fingers together and rocked from foot to foot. >You broke the minute of silence.“What’s your name?”>Zoroark smoothed his dress shirt, flattening the creases and contours made by his fur beneath.>”I’m… an engineer.”>>58121125>>58121287Just make sure you and the neighbors don't grill anything outside and you'll probably be fine. >>58120495>>58120543>Conversion BureauNow that's some cringe I haven't heard in a long time.>>58120239>>58120495You can certainly add/write your own stories. That's part of the fun. So long as you're not stepping on people's toes or doing weirdo world-altering degenerate stuff it sounds fun.Great to read your comments.Based off conversations with a real 150ish IQ engineer.
>>58124689So the Zoroark is somehow sensing their type difference and that’s why his instincts are telling him to run away. Am I understanding this right?
>>58124689It's interesting that Zork is having such a strong reaction to us. Are we having the same?Also, clarification, is he using the illusions because he can't talk normally, like we can?
>>58124662>>58124669>>58124674>>58124689Maybe respond something like this:"Well Mister... Engineer...? I'll see what I can do. Think we could check your place for clues first? And hey, look, maybe you already know this, but you're probably scared 'cause I'm fighting type and you're dark type, so my attacks are super powerful against you. But just 'cause I've got a type advantage doesn't mean I HAVE to use it - no reason we can't still be civilized, right?">Based off conversations with a real 150ish IQ engineer.That must be incredibly frustrating. I REALLY wanna put a sweatdrop emoticon here, but that would break 4chins etiquette...As for writing something myself, I'm definitely thinking about it. Not sure exactly what it'd be yet though...
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>>58125046Was supposed to be "oh crap, this guy hard-counters my illusions" alongside that, yeah. I didn't want to hard spell it out, but if you didn't understand it that's probably on me for the way I wrote it.>>58125057For better or worse, I deleted the snippets about Lucario's feelings. I originally had Lucario musing about how easy it would be to track him down and tear his head off. And how maybe he had a moral obligation to do so. He didn't act on them, but they felt way too dark so I deleted them. Yeah, that was the idea. Auditory illusion/hallucination because his vocal cords can't produce perfect human speech.>>58125241It's humbling meeting someone who genuinely runs laps around you when it comes to smarts.One engineer I met had laser-sharp eye contact in conversation. Complete opposite of the one that I based this zoro's mannerisms off. Never once looked away when talking with you. 100% eye contact with little other body language. Crazy smart and pleasant enough. But the guy hyper-focused on whatever he was working on or whoever he was talking with.
>>58126185>I didn't want to hard spell it out, but if you didn't understand it that's probably on me for the way I wrote it.I think the confusion arises because he was hanging out at the junkyard with the specific intention of having protag find him, and yet is then shit-scared at being found out, despite initially seeming happy to've been found out. Being intimidated because the other guy invalidates your Pokemon form's advantage is one thing, but it seems a bit of a leap from that to "please don't kill me!" and "this body says you are demonic". That's raw, primal fear, whereas "oh crap, this guy hard-counters my illusions" sounds more like mere strategic calculation.>I originally had Lucario musing about how easy it would be to track him down and tear his head off. And how maybe he had a moral obligation to do so. He didn't act on them, but they felt way too darkI'm not opposed to this on principle (intrusive thoughts happen), but it definitely would've muddied the issue further, making it REALLY seem like it's a type interaction thing. Lucario even has Justified as a hidden ability. Unless you meant it as an interaction between these two species specifically, or at best between aura sensing Pokemon and illusion casting Pokemon, but if so that's still confusing because there's no canon precedent I know of for Lucario and Zoroark having a Zangoose and Seviper-like relationship.Either way, I'd still be interested in seeing protag try to help Mr. Engineer break through that irrational, primal response. If you're wondering why I want him to ask to check out Mr. Engineer's home, it's because 1: It keeps the guy engaged with protag a little longer and 2: It's possible prior to their transformation the son wrote a diary entry or was looking something up on his computer or something like that that may give a clue to his current location. Figure it's a worth a shot before protag's forced to resort to patrolling the city randomly looking for a Zorua aura, anyway.
GUYS WTF I TURNED INTO SOME WEIRD FLUFFY THING
>>58126757Embrace your cute fluffiness, anon. Tell us all about your thoughts and experiences while in this new form.
>>58126757IT’S GOT HUMAN HAIRKILL IT
>>58126386Thank you for the comments. Always good to have an honest opinion. Think I'll rewrite that snippet later. Now that I'm rereading it, it feels like the zoroark could've been swapped for any regular human and the scene wouldn't change. When other Pokemon appear I want to lean into what makes them special.And yes, the original plan was having them buddy-cop for a bit. Glad we're on the same wavelength there.
>>58126943>>58126872DUDE IT'S NOT FUNNY MY HAIR JUST FELL DOWN
>>58127406I'm not sure "this body says you are demonic" is something a regular human would say, but sure, you can re-write if you truly feel it's necessary. Just try not to fall into the perfectionism trap.>And yes, the original plan was having them buddy-cop for a bit.Very much looking forward to it.>>58127459I mean what do you expect us to do about it? We don't know shapechange magic... much as some of us may claim otherwise... Now that you're a Delphox the best thing you can do is embrace it - explore what your new form can do and what new opportunities it's opened up for you.
>>58127459To be fair, having fur on top of your head sorta feels like hair. You get used to it quicker than you think. Apart from leaving a lot more fur than hair in bed on a daily basis. And spending a lot more time drying after showering because thick fur takes LONG to dry entirely. >>58116302Playing through Super Mystery Dungeon games a few years ago, I did wonder a bit if it took place in a time far past such an apocalypse. Clearly, the Pokemon in it still remember human technology, what human society mostly was, and what humans are despite humans being near extinct in that universe. It made me wonder even more what a Mystery Dungeon game would be like if it took place in the ruins of what was once a modern city centuries after said apocalypse.>>58124689I really like how you are making a point so far about how much someone's mental state would get affected by getting suddenly turned into a Pokemon in a modern human setting. Of course, the usual /vp/oreon who sometimes fantasies about it would still keep most of their sanity, but if you are just some random person who doesn't know about the franchise, it would be positively terrifying and maddening at the same time, losing your humanity like that to turn into a creature barely known to you. Hopefully they don't blame the guy who kept coming in for work despite getting recently transformed. Hey, don't blame me, they said it wasn't contagious in a normal sense!
>>58126185>For better or worse, I deleted the snippets about Lucario's feelings. I originally had Lucario musing about how easy it would be to track him down and tear his head off. And how maybe he had a moral obligation to do so. He didn't act on them, but they felt way too dark so I deleted them.If you're worried about that you could always dial it back. Less "a part of me wanted to go Mortal Kombat on his ass" and more "a part of me didn't want to trust anything he said, a part of me tensed up when he moved, a part of me was convinced this was all an act.">Yeah, that was the idea. Auditory illusion/hallucination because his vocal cords can't produce perfect human speech.Alright, that's pretty cool. >>58127406>Think I'll rewrite that snippet later.If you're doing a rewrite I'll say I liked the shirt and the buttoning/unbuttoning as a nervous tic. Made him feel like he was clinging to whatever humanity is left. If you're looking to try to expand on that in a way that feels unique to Zorks, maybe when he swaps from the junkyard manager to his Zork body he could instead try to switch his disguise to something that looked like himself, but that keeps fizzling out because there's a disconnect between what the human brain and the Zork brain think of as "myself."
>>58128052>if it took place in the ruins of what was once a modern city centuries after said apocalypse.I've been worldbuilding something tangentially related - a Pokemon city with ca. 1990 technology that is unknowingly built on top of the deeply buried ruins of long-forgotten human civilization. I wrote a few posts about it earlier in the thread. I'd love to run a tabletop campaign set in this city (probably using Explorers of Fate), but my weakness as always is overarching story and plot ideas.>>58128078>that spoilerActually genius
>>58128162>I've been worldbuilding something tangentially related - a Pokemon city with ca. 1990 technology that is unknowingly built on top of the deeply buried ruins of long-forgotten human civilization.Sounds like a fun setting to write about. I really wish I had more time to write out those sort of worldbuilding ideas I had over the years, for me, the hardest part seems to be writing all of those ideas out in its entirety. Doesn't help either how busy I usually am with IRL stuff, but who knows, perhaps some day I will continue on writing from all the idea notes I scrabbled down over the years.
>>58128162>>58128078>spoilerOkay, that makes a lot more sense. Also, why wouldn’t a Zoroark be able to vocalize if a Lucario can?
>>58100696But I don't have a wife.....
>>58128529Would you rather:>Stay human and single as you are nowor>Find the love of your life, but the two of you are turned into random pokemon
>>58128890>Get Pokemon wife>No chance of ever sleeping in the racing car
>>58121287>As your alarm blared, you woke up from your slumber.>Fortunately, this time it was your bed and not your couch.>The first thing to do was to check up on the Snorlax in your driveway.>You took a stroll outside, and there he was. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing.>The sight of the Snorlax made you feel conflicted. You felt annoyed by the fact that you weren't able to take your car to work, but on the other hand, you wanted it to stay for some reason unknown to you.>Maybe it was nostalgia you didn't know>What you did know was that you needed to get to the station>You considered getting yourself some rideshare but wanted to check if maybe your friend could drive you there>Fortunately for you, he was not only up but ready to go.>He'd be at your house in 30 minutes, as he was running errands in the morning.>Plenty of time for you to get ready, eat breakfast, and drink some coffee while watching the morning news.>The morning news didn't add much to the situation, mostly things that would be described as trivia at best.>The only thing of note was some safety guidelines made by government "experts," which could be summarized as "do not approach the pokemon and call 911".>Either way, it meant overtime.>As you were finishing eating your eggs and bacon, your phone buzzed.>You picked it up.>"What on God's green earth is that thing in your driveway?" asked your friend in a confused tone.>"A Snorlax", you answered with confidence while finishing the last bite of your breakfast.
>>58128930>You closed your door behind you as you left the house.>Your friend parked his car on the opposite side of the road due to the fear of the 'lax.>There was no traffic in these early hours, so you just crossed the road with a slower gait>You shook hands and then took a look at his car.>You were still in amazement that that piece of junk managed to pass vehicle inspection.>Either way, you thanked him for showing up.>"No problem, my sleep schedule is gone either way," he replied. "Guess that's the benefit of doing freelance work".>He pointed at the Snorlax with his finger and said, "When I was driving here, I saw one of those blocking 2 lanes on the opposite side of the highway".>"Were there any police or firefighters trying to move it?" you asked.>"No. Either nobody reported it yet, or it just showed up on the road moments before I drove past it." he answered with a somewhat disappointed tone.>Curious about the Snorlax, your friend asked, "How long has that one been blocking your driveway anyway?". >"Today it would be the second, possibly the third day. I noticed it yesterday, but it might have been there one day earlier, and I just didn't notice it because I was beyond tired after returning from work and having to deal with a miniature Godzilla and her kids destroying the city.">You assumed, he saw the aftermath of the event on TV or the Internet, maybe even drove past it at some point. >Either way, your answer seemed to have quenched his curiosity, and he didn't want to dig into the subject anymore (at least for now).>Instead he gestured for you to get into the car.>The drive was relatively uneventful as you spent your time chatting about some more normal, non-pokemon related subjects.
>>58128162>1990s technologyDoes that mean the pokemon have developed their own video games?
>>58124689I have rewritten that Zoroark snippet. I much prefer this one. Pastebin has been updated to reflect the change.>The trickster struck out his chest, mimicking your own stance.>”How was it?” Zoroark asked, staring ahead.>The vulpine pokémon sounded distinctly masculine.>”Still getting used to everything.” He added.>As soon as you looked back at his cerulean eyes, he stared at the ground.“How was the… disguise? You replied, squinting your eyes.>Something felt off…>”Yes!” Zoroark declared, matter-of-factly.>From behind you.>Whirling around, you came face to face with a second Zoroark.>Uncomfortably close.>It cackled at your confusion. >You felt not a shred of aura, but that didn’t make the illusion any less impressive.>It startled you enough you’d almost thrown a punch.>”Hah, gotcha that time!” The real Zoroark proudly stated. >This was far from a regular conversation, you felt off guard.>The fake skirted around you, running to high-five the real one.>The closer you looked, it wasn’t quite perfect.>Something about the way it talked was wrong.>You were sure the illusion’s hand phased into his real one, but it happened so fast you couldn’t be sure.>”C’mon, how’d we do?” The illusion asked this time.>The mouth didn’t match what he said.>Like watching a dubbed movie or anime.>It was slightly off in parts, incredibly off during some syllables, and occasionally it matched.>Both for the fake and the real Zoroark.>Some auditory hallucination, you guessed, to get past the fact he couldn’t talk like he used to.“I mean…” >Zoroark still didn’t make eye contact.>He was looking everywhere but your eyes.“Yeah.”“Can’t deny it. You got me.” You admitted, smiling.>You would have been tricked if you were human. No denying that.>Then again, a month ago you would’ve laughed if someone told you zoroark were real. >The zoroark let out a long breath he’d been holding.
>>58130200>”Fantastic! Just, j-just Fantastic” He said, twirling a lock of his long, red and black-tipped hair.>He spun it around in circles with his hand.>The illusion flickered and disappeared as he got his breath back.>”G-Gimme a sec, okay?” He asked, holding up a claw.>”Way harder than it looks to...”>He gestured where the fakes used to be. >”You know.” >Zoroark gasped for air like he was midway through a marathon. “I bet.” >It wasn’t too different from your own practicing. >Incorporating aura into punches and kicks exhausted you.“What are you doing here? Not exactly safe.” “Aggron are real territorial, you know.”“And I don’t think to police would-“>”Waiting. For you.” Zoroark said, handwaving your other concerns away.>…“What? Why?” You asked.>…>Zoroark’s theatric demeanor tapered away.>”Ho’kayokayokayokayokay….”>Still, he chose not to look you in the eyes.>Whatever it was ate at his pride.>It was deathly silent, aside from the dull bonking aron heads on the other side of the junkyard.>”I need you, okay? I need your help.”>You could hear Zoroark’s heart pounding.>He sounded on the verge of a mental breakdown.>The crack in his voice was unmistakable.>Letting go of his hair, he went to buttoning, and unbuttoning, his dress shirt.>”Figured you’d swing by here, okay? Keep tabs on ‘em. Saw you fight whatever it was.”>He gestured toward the other side of the junkyard.>”That or, you know, I’d get your attention somehow.” >Briefly smiling, he snapped his claws.>A small blue firework flew just above his hair. >The cerulean flares bursting into the head of a lucario and fluttered away.>A Lucario signal? >You smirked at the thought.>Glad you ran into him here. >”I, uh…”>He made eye contact with you.>”My kid’s gone missing, okay?”>Oh. “Jeez…” >”It’s been days and, God, I have searched high and low and…” “Jeez, I’m sorry, man.” You added, for what little good it did.
>>58130213>Zoroark rubbed his temples, momentarily stopping the buttoning and unbuttoning.“Did he change too?”>He waved his arms for emphasis.>”It doesn’t make sense.”>”This isn’t rational, okay!?”>He paused, muttering to himself while again looking anywhere but at you.“Us being pokémon? No, it doesn’t make sense.”>Zoroark went back to his shirt.>”He’s better’n me. Better at pretending, okay?” >”H-He looks like me but smaller, and he’s got a li’l tuft of a tail now.”>”Zorua, you see, you know…”>”You know?” He asked, unsure if you knew what his son would look like.“Same colors as you, but on four legs, yeah?” You asked back.>The kitsune nodded furiously. >”Aw, thank Christ… Did you play the games?”>You nodded.“You?”>”Never. Simulators was all I touched. Never much of a game guy.”>”Harry did though…” Zoroark trailed off.>Zoroark shook his head. His long, red mane slowly followed suit.“When did it happen to you?”>”29th. Same day it happened to Harry.”>”Just… Woke up like this.” Zoroark stated, looking at his claws.“27th for me. Same deal. Happened while I slept.”>You really were one of the first.>Maybe the first.>You thought a moment, and spoke again.“Tell the police?”>Zoroark raised an eyebrow and glared at you.>”Really?”>”C’mon, hell was I supposed to tell them?”“Point taken.” You acquiesced, holding your paws up. >Zoroark rubbed his frustrated brow. >”Doesn’t make a lick of sense…” “I’m with you there.” >”No, no, it’s...”>”I’m still me, okay?”>”I remembered my job, I know my formulas, I can still design blueprints…”>In the blink of an eye, he was human again.>He held a toolbox, wore the same button-up shirt plastered with the company’s logo, and had a hard hat atop his head.>His face was… blurry.>Without thinking you cringed and backed away involuntarily. >You weren’t sure if he knew how inhuman the face was.
>>58130229>”Harry, just… couldn’t talk okay anymore…” Zoroark struggled to say. >The illusion melted like wax. >How common was this, you wondered.>You prayed this wasn’t happening everywhere. >At least that brionne had her family looking out for her.>”Just right outta sight. Poof!”>He sniffed the building mucus back.>”I read you can see life auras.”>”That true? Got some magic like me?”>”C-Can…?”>”Will you help?” Zoroark asked, on the verge of both tears and begging.>He clenched his eyes tight and grimaced. >Zoroark smoothed his dress shirt, flattening the creases and contours made by his fur beneath.>If that was an act, he would’ve earned an Oscar. >You put a paw forward.>Thankfully, you didn’t get electrocuted this time. >>58128078Nice idea. I'll keep it.>>58128249Just give yourself a little 15 minute timer and crank out as much, or little, as you can. Even a sentence is progress!>>58128052The go-to answer is always >segs but I don't think people appreciate just how dysphoric everything would be. Being bipedal would alleviate a lot of the weirdness, but even then you'll be walking differently with different weight. I really can't imagine becoming quadruped. Would mess me up for sure. >>58128930>>58129578Comfy.
>>58130295>His face was… blurry.>Without thinking you cringed and backed away involuntarily. >You weren’t sure if he knew how inhuman the face was.That sounds like A grade Uncanny Valley right there, which is a neurological response to a human face looking wrong that only another human would get, because it's meant to be a defensive measure for "This thing is like me, but something is horribly wrong". Some shit with neanderthals hundreds of thousands of years ago or something probably.Meaning, there's more human left in this Lucario than he probably even realises in the moment.Good shit writer anon, been the first time in a LONG time I've been reading through someone else's fiction excitedly and wasn't cringing myself with the stylisation (or typically lack thereof) of the choice for wording forcing my way through.
>>58130295No offense but this one was miles better. It feels much tighter. You can explore into the type difference stuff later but the dysphoria of being able to illusion yourself into your old form, but also knowing you’ll never truly be human again and having foreign thoughts intruding in must be terrible. Piling the a missing child on top would be pure agony. I wonder if he’s a single dad. If the kid is young enough, he might just be winning the best Hide and Seek game of his life. Or maybe he’s acting like he’s living inside the game.I wonder if the engineer has been taking a methodical/scientific approach to developing his illusion skills. Maybe “working from home” while developing them. Something like>cool! I can just come up with exactly what’s in my mind without CAD or drafting and show it to people exactly like how I imagine itBased on the mini-fireworks display and muddied face, it might be more dependent on emotion than he thinks. As an engineer, the bit about clinging onto the book knowledge as representative of his humanity was really meaningful. When I think about the idea of getting TF’d, that’s where my mind always goes.
>>58130714Glad you're enjoying it.Read enough cringe and you get better at avoiding most of it when getting creative.>>58130901>No offense but this one was miles better.None taken. I feel the same way.Writing, painting, CAD, doesn't matter what I'm working on. Sometimes a creative thing doesn't come together, if at first or at all. Nothing wrong with killing your work and taking another swing.
>>58130295I also liked this a lot better. The mini fireworks display is adorable.
>>58129578I guess the logical next step would be for police bro to have to deal with weird but ultimately banal and not immediately life threatening situations related to Pokemon.>>58130295Credit where it's due, this is an out of sight improvement. I notice protag hasn't asked Mr. Engineer his name in the re-write. Perhaps this time it could get an opportunity to finally give protag a name as well? Just a thought.>>58130714I should probably go ahead with writing something myself purely so I can get you to gauge wether it's cringe or not.>>58130901Pokemon are deeply emotional beings and their powers are heavily impacted by that emotion, it's true. What's nice though is it's not as irrational or selective as it is in humans. They tend to feel the emotional spectrum more fully and aren't as prone to repression, masking, or unhealthy coping mechanisms as we are.
>>58129873They would've done, yeah, although I don't plan to lean TOO heavily into the analogue nostalgia since it's a little overdone. In any event, I figure there would likely have to be several broad categories of controller designs (and the same thing with TV remotes and the like) to account for different body plans. Indeed all sorts of manufacturers would produce their products in a variety of shapes and sizes to meet the needs of a society where "one size fits all" is not merely dubious as it is in real life, but utterly impossible. I imagine some furniture packs even being cleverly designed to be able to be assembled either as one large piece or two or more smaller equivalent pieces.
I was think of giving protag the name Brandon or James , and the dad of the zorua. David or Jacob something simple like that.
>>58128052>they make you keep coming into work as a pokemonImagine just walking the cubicals>bored guy>stressed out guy>woman on a meeting>confused red and white mongoose thing>bored guy>fidgety peacock using a standing desk
>>58132877Everyone’s too burned out, zoned out, or nonconfrontational to notice you’re a talking wind chime.
>>58133173>Sir, it appears Wilkins is now some kind of yellow electric sheep?>”Listen, we’re behind on qual testing, we have a customer delivery deadline at the end of the month, we’re still waiting on the platform software to give us the new load, and our certification documents are due by Wednesday. I don’t care if he comes in wearing a sequin suit and a rainbow mohawk. We need to burn down this backlog yesterday.”
>>58128890Let’s throw another option on the table.>Get transformed into a pokemon, but know that you’ll eventually find a partner as a result
>>58129578>You finally got to work.>As you entered, you expected a shitshow, and reality exceeded expectations.>Everyone in the station was running around, phones were blaring, and some fed chick was just standing there in a corner drinking coffee and reading some documents.>"Fucking great," you muttered at the absolute state of the situation.>As you entered, your colleague approached you and told you that the captain wanted to see you.>As you went to his office, you were already preparing for some disciplinary actions or something like that.>Once you reached the door, you heard him speaking in a raised tone.>You couldn't distinguish what he said, but you knew he wasn't pleased at the very least.>You decided to wait under his office until someone left>Fortunately, you didn't have to wait for a very long time, as the most generic looking federal agent left his office not even 5 minutes after you got there.>He didn't seem to have noticed you, or if he did, he just ignored you as he walked away.>You knocked at the open door to get the captain's attention and said, "You wanted to see me, sir?">Without a word he nodded and gestured for you to take a seat.>He was clearly on edge>"These feds keep doubling by the day," he muttered while rubbing his eyes.>"What agency did this one work for?" you asked.>"CIA" he replied, "the third one in total after those from the FBI and DHS.">"They will stick around for a while to help us," he continued in a mocking tone.>"Either way, I didn't call you to chat about federal agents, as I have a job for you."
>>58134519Good luck PoliceAnon, I’m dreading yet also looking forward to his inevitable transformation into a pokemon.
>>58134519>You were tasked to perform a wellness check on someone.>A young woman seemingly shut herself off from the outside world.>For 3 weeks she hasn't left her house nor interacted with anyone.>She was described as extroverted and diligent.>There were no prior signs of this prior to her supposed isolation.>The only reason why it wasn't outright classified as a disappearance under suspicious circumstances was because someone was still there.>Lights turned on and off at night, some silhouette was sometimes visible through the shut blinds, and delivery men showed up to deliver things even if those things lay there until nightfall.>However, the front lawn hadn't been cut in days, and nobody answered the doorbell when any of the neighbors tried to ring the doorbell.>When they tried to call her, someone picked up, but they didn't hear much beyond the sound of appliances. After the first week, nobody picked up their phones anymore.>You rode there with your colleague to find out what happened>When you arrived, one of the neighbors noticed you and asked if you came because of his neighbor.>He was an elderly man who was indeed the person who called the police to investigate it>He didn't add much beyond the fact that the girl apparently always took a ride with him and his wife to church on Sunday and helped them in their household from time to time.>You thanked him for the info and went to question the other neighbors if they knew anything before ringing the bell if anyone was there.>Unfortunately, you didn't learn anything new from them.>The both of you made your way to the house and rang the bell.>Nothing.>You rang the bell again.>Nothing.>You bashed your fist against the door.>Nothing.>Until you noticed that something in your peripheral vision has moved the blinds.>You didn't see any details beyond its white color.>Now you knew something was in there.>You went to grab the doorhandle, but the very moment you touched it, it turned to rust.
>>58134982Looking forward to more of this. It's neat to see a normal human perspective.I dunno if you're taking suggestions, but if you are I thought of something: Animals are changing too. Is everyone at the K9 unit still a real dog? The station's Pokemon expert would be the obvious choice to take care of the world's first police mon.
>>58135224tfw you’re the K9 officer and get turned into a Lycanroc
>>58130295Work ran late. Don't have time to write anything tonight. Should be back to a regular schedule tomorrow.>>58132032>Perhaps this time it could get an opportunity to finally give protag a name as well?Eh, we're too far in. It's a self-insert story so I'll keep it going that way. It's (you).>>58132137Any reason you like those names?I was going to pick Hal.Short for Henry. Like Henry Ford.Also short for hallucinate.>>58134519>>58134982Keep it up, copanon
>>58135459Lycanroc Day form to be even more confusing
I don’t know why I’m so obsessed with this thread, it feels like I’m studying for an exam or preparing for something that’s going to happening.
>>58134519>>58134982I love the image of the glowies kinda just milling around not really being able to do jack shit about this."They actually called off the guys assigned to pick up that damn seal everybody's fawning over at the last minute, 'cause dozens of other reports of these things started coming through and the higher-ups figured what's the use at that point?Also, rust? Colour me intrigued.>>58135504Hal is good. I like Hal.>>58135961Probably because it's actual content for once rather than yet another genwar, Nintendo bashing/glazing, or coom thread.
>>58100696there's very few pokemon i would actually want to be transformed into, but i think even if i transformed into one i didn't want it would likely be an improvementideally i'm tf'd into maractus like my wife, but if i don't get to choose myself then i'd get...>>58109143golisopod. i like it! not what i would have picked, but not badmaractus and i can make it work
>>58135224 K9 officers would become the first unironic pokemon trainers in a way. They'd have their pokemon show up pre-trained. Even if I'm not sure how well police training would work well with pokemon.
>>58134982>You quickly removed your hand from the handle as it fell apart in your hand, leaving only an orange-red dust on your gloves.>Whatever caused the handle to corrode made all other metal parts corrode to dust as well, making the door fall down without the support of locks or hinges.>You smelled a strangely sweet perfume-like smell inside, with a mix of freshly ground coffee mixing with the metallic smell of rust.>With each second the smell became more and more intense to the point you and your colleague returned to the car to get some gas masks.>He always made sure that such equipment was on hand ever since the trailer park incident a few years ago.>Just the thought of that day makes you want to take a shower this very moment.>You entered the house first, with your colleague following closely behind you.>The house was clean, seemingly freshly dusted, vacuumed, and cleaned.>The inside of the house was clearly better kept than the outside, which was completely overgrown.>You called out, "Hello, anyone there? It is the police; we are here to perform a wellness check," but all you heard was silence.>Well, not exactly. You did hear something.>The sound of a coffee machine working>You slowly went in the direction of the source of the sound, making sure to screen every room you passed on the way there for signs of life but found none.>You told your colleague to watch the staircase in the case someone or something would want to escape or attack.>You slowly cleared the corner of the kitchen, seeing the coffee machine working as you went.>There was a tablet lying on the counter still turned on, displaying some sort of cooking recipe.>You called your colleague over to a possition at which he could keep both check of the kitchen and staircase as you entered>You checked through all the cabinets but found nothing>Nothing also tried to come down the stairs>Having no other choice, you had to go upstairs.
>>58103709NTA, and not sure if you're still here anon, but this setting is very interesting! I'd love to hear (and possibly see, if you're willing) more about it.
>>58137837>As you slowly made your way up, you heard some cloth-like sounds coming from one of the rooms.>It sounded like someone was throwing them arround>"Bingo", you thought to yourself.>You kept opening rooms on the way but found nothing.>As you kept opening more rooms, your selection narrowed until you reached the last room.>You opened the door, and you saw clothes and bedsheets lying everywhere.>It must have been the owner's bedroom, but you didn't see anyone.>You carefully checked beneath the bed and inside and behind the furniture>You looked under the piles of clothes>But found nothing>You felt tricked, but something didn't add up in your mind.>This room was last in line to be checked, as you checked all the ones that came before it.>Maybe it escaped through the window, you thought.>You took a look behind the curtains; the window was closed.>The thought of you having to deal with a ghost type crossed your mind until you heard a tap like sound to your left>You turned your head to see what it was, and you saw a pale white tail hanging there behind the curtain.>You took a look up at the rest of the creature, and you knew what it was.>It was a Shiny Salazzle hanging on the wall for its dear life with pupils dilated to the point they looked more like the eyes of a gecko than the predatory lizard it was supposed to be.>It was wearing a black hoodie way too big for its size, but even with it you could see the hyperventilative movements underneath.>She was clearly in a state of fear and shock.>"We are not here to hurt you", you said in the calmest voice you could in order to not escalate the situation any further.
>>58137912As if the schizo delusions of turned individuals weren’t enough, now we have to worry about pheromones and psychics. I hate this world (said lovingly).
>>58137912>>58138071Policebro definitely isn't getting payed enough for this shit. Well she's clearly still intelligent enough to work human technology like protag and Mr. Engineer can - now to see if she can talk.>>58137860I'm still here. I'm the rambly guy who responds to just about everybody. Since you're interested, I'll post more about the setting after I've slept.
>Wake up>I’ve been TF’d into a Spoink>I was already dead before I woke up because my heart stops beatingThank you Arceus, very coolhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zcB_IqzUEaA
>>58137912>After a while of negotiating, you managed to calm the frightened lizard down.>Unfortunately, communication was severely hindered by the fact she couldn't speak a word.>You were limited to yes/no answers and numbers between 1 and 10.>You went down to the kitchen to talk.>The lizard had a propensity for walking on two legs.>She almost fell down the stairs by trying to walk on two legs and getting her tail stuck on the first step.>Fortunately, you were fast enough and grabbed her hoodie so nothing much happened, and you suggested carrying her down instead, to which she reluctantly agreed.>When you got down, she continued to clumsily walk on her hind legs.>Your colleague pointed to the tablet on the kitchen counter and proposed we use it for communication.>You asked the Salazzle if she could write on the tablet.>Fortunately she agreed.>The round of questioning just confirmed your suspicion she was, or at least she claimed to be, the person you were supposed to check on.>A few weeks ago she woke up like that, and ever since she has refused to go outside during the day.>She had no close family, as she was an only child, and her parents died a couple of years ago in a car accident.>She was shaking through the entire session until you decided to take a break for now.>You and your colleague left the kitchen to plan your next course of action, as you didn't know what to do.>Take her to the station?>There were feds in the station who'd make things worse.>Leave her here?>You'd have to repair the door for that. And that would mean that one of you had to drive to get some replacement parts.>Your colleague went outside for a smoke break to clear his head while you stayed on watch duty.>The Salazzle poured some coffee into a mug and returned to cooking, taking swigs of it periodically.>It was easy to spot that she didn't like the dark beverage at all; she had a sort of pained expression, like she was forcing herself to drink it.
>>58139114>you were fast enough and grabbed her hoodie so nothing much happened, and you suggested carrying her down instead, to which she reluctantly agreed>Your colleague went outside for a smoke break to clear his head while you stayed on watch dutyI smell something going onIs the rust something to do with her too? I don’t remember that being part of their powers
>>58139652https://bulbapedia.bulbagarden.net/wiki/Corrosion_(Ability)
>>58130295”Hey, Henry?”>”Like I said, call me Hal, okay?” The zoroark reminded you. ”Everyone at the plant does.”“Right, sorry, Hal.” You answered.“I can see you again.”>His invisibility wasn’t perfect.>Looking hard enough, you could see something in the light wasn’t quite right.>Most people would write it off as a mirage.>It reminded you of seeing fake water on hot road.>That was when he wasn’t tired.>Now you could faintly see the outline of the dark-type.>Light bent at wrong angles and half-shadows appeared where his invisibility should have erased them.>He was lucky you were in the alley. >Hal scurried to the darkest alcove and relaxed his concentration. >The nearby discolored, well-worn dumpster kept him hidden, but sweetened the air with a pungent foulness.>You wondered if his sense of smell was heightened like yours.>In that moment, you could have done without it.>He was supremely uncomfortable.>Hal gulped air like a drowning man and played with his shirt buttons again.>Part of his discomfort was no doubt the extreme effort it took to maintain the cloak.“Hey, you made it further this time.” You congratulated.>The fox said nothing, remaining doubled over in exhaustion. >You kept watch while he recuperated.>Foot traffic was light on the sidewalks. You didn’t expect anyone to walk through.>There was an old and scuffed metal door nearby.>A backdoor to some antiques shop.>Perhaps that raised his anxiety. “Hey, nobody’s behind that door.” You assured him, sensing nobody on the other side.“Cashier’s bored and at the front register. You’re good.”>Hal gave you a thumbs up.>Oh, he did have thumbs, you realized.>Didn’t look like it back at the junkyard. >Man, that’s convenient.>You waggled your “thumbs”. >Wasn’t the best term for them.>Looked the same as the other two digits on your paw-hand, just with a little extra wiggle-room.>And that was a godsend.>Made grabbing most things possible with one paw.
>>58139937“Much further?” You asked, noticing Hal no longer panted. >”Four blocks. Maybe five?” Hal whispered. “We keep going that way, okay?”>”You ready?” He asked, eager to move.>You weren’t.>You wanted to talk more.>But you would have been blind to not notice how little Hal wanted to speak.>A stark contrast from the junkyard. >He would have continued talking your ear off about light refraction and dispersion had you let him.>You got close to the red-haired kitsune and exhaled.>Hal hid you both from view.>His cloak may have worked on your normal vision, but that didn’t mask the aura in every living creature. >You stayed close, using aura-sight to keep pace and keep track.>Unlike your escapades these past weeks, Hal kept to the ground.>He was speedy, but you ran alongside without difficulty. >Concentrating on keeping you both obscured took focus.>It was more tiring than the exercise, by far. >His stamina, like yours, was leagues better than when you were human.>Even with his newfound athleticism, you’d bet on beating him if you had to race.>And a fight.>Those zoroark biceps were skinny.>Down a hill and beneath the acorn trees you jogged.>With deft footwork, Hal avoided every fallen nut.>He ducked beneath any leaves in the way.>And his paws avoided the chalk hopscotch path marked on the ground.>Not a thing was out of place as he passed by.>You wish you could say the same.>Worst case scenario, people would think an odd breeze brushed all that debris down the sidewalk.>You entered a high-end residential neighborhood. >The dens here were much nicer than yours.>Uh, houses. >Houses. You corrected your thoughts again.>”Nice houses…” You murmured.>Hal’s panic was instantly visible in your unsight. >It seeped out like a dull, gray ink being smeared across paper.>He looked back at you for a moment, worried you’d give his position away.>You never drove here as a human before.
>>58139945>The view was far nicer from ground level compared to the rooftops. >If you could afford to live here, you would.>Yards looked immaculate, paint was all fresh, roofs looked new, and decorations were tasteful. >Traffic was light too.>A lovely white sports car was the only vehicle that passed you.>Suddenly, Zoroark veered hard right, onto a lawn.>You almost ran past, and quickly corrected yourself.>Vaulting the wooden fence, you followed Hal into the backyard of a beautiful two-story house.>All the blinds were drawn.>A sprinkler moistened the grass. >As the stream swung around, it noisily splattered the slide and swing of a wooden playset.>Hal slowed down near the back door, huffing and puffing but maintaining the facade.>He leaned against the house with one hand, and buried his other deep into his hair. >Ten seconds of rummaging later, he pulled out a wallet and a keyring.
>>58139950>With some effort, the Zoroark nudged the key in and opened the door.>His invisibility spell dropped the second the door slammed shut.>Wow, even the mudroom looked nice.>The natural light was dimmed by curtains, but it was a spacious place to hang up coats and take off footwear.>The rug beneath was coarse, but pleasant on your paw pads.>Two filthy pairs of boy’s shoes, stained heavily with grass and dirt, rested on a shoe rack.>Next to them were an adult’s dress shoes and some steel-toed work boots.>A hardhat with a neon vest was draped beside it.>Hal plopped on a bench, getting his breath back.>He twirled his housekeys in a vibrant red claw.“Can’t believe you carried that stuff in your hair.” You chuckled. “What if it jingles?”>”Don’t when it’s deep.” Hal puffed between breaths.>”Gotta keep ‘em someplace.”“Uh, yeah…”>Well, you didn’t have a huge mane. >People stored things in weirder places.>And you certainly hadn’t heard them make noise.>Who were you to judge?>Settling down, Hal looked up and down your lucario body.>”Huh…” The zoroark thought aloud.>”Where you keep yours?”>You scratched the back of an ear.“I, uh… Leave my window unlocked.”>Never before had you received such a look of disappointment.>>58137837>>58137912>>58139114Keep it up, policeman!>>58137134>ideally i'm tf'd into maractus like my wifeInteresting choice>>58135459>>58135514Gotta bless with a little Lycanroc green, Anon. You keep talking about it!Best thread I've been part of in ages. Love your comments.
>>58139975Sorry anon, I wish I could write up something. I’m good with ideas but just can’t string them together for more than a few lines. I’m glad I can inspire others!>>58139670Interesting. Good thing the boys in blue got to her before our resident blue dog.
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>>58139114Seems the Salazzle hasn't been working on developing her Pokemon abilities as much as protag and Hal have if she's still clumsy just moving around.>Take her to the station?Sometimes, though, they tell me to bring the Pokemon to the police station and I'm like, "No. There's Feds in the station.""Yeah Feds make a nuisance of themselves at the station...">like she was forcing herself to drink it.Now this is interesting. Is she desperately trying to stay awake for some reason, or is this an attempt to cling to her humanity by maintaining her former self's coffee habit? Your writing was pretty shaky at first, but I reckon it's starting to come into its own.>>58139945So Mr. Engineer... or Hal, rather... has less raw power but more grace than protag. It'd be fun to see him defend protag from something protag is weak to one of these days.>>58139950This is sounding like a good place for a humans-come-Pokemon support group to meet and plan their activities from, like a slightly nerdy Batcave sponsored by Texas Instruments. Maybe protag and police bro's stories will intersect eventually and we can also add Salazzle to the squad. Her pheromones are an issue, but she may be able to learn to control them and doesn't sound like the type to use them maliciously. Plus protag and Hal aren't even in the same egg groups as her.Ha. Hairventory. That's great. Bros should consider investing in shoulder bags. Closest thing you'll get to MD's treasure bags.>>58139975>The rug beneath was coarse, but pleasant on your paw pads.There's me being jealous of protag's beans again.Hmm. Only seem to be Harry and Hal's shoes here. Single dad? That might explain why he actually has money...>Never before had you received such a look of disappointment.Heheh. The relationship between protag and his rich autismo friend (and perhaps autismo friend's kid) feels like it could have the potential to become the emotional heart of this story. They've got great chemistry already.
>>58103709>>58137860Alright, so here's the first pic that friend drew for me. I mentioned beanbags for the home, but for formal settings, like the parliament, I came up with the idea of padded podiums large enough for big quadrupedal Pokemon to get comfortable on, with an adjustable desk that bipeds can sit at in the normal way. Probably the podium would have to be a bit higher off the ground than he drew it, but that's why the ramp is there in any case - to let small Pokemon up.This particular Yanmega politician is buzzing angrily about not having been informed of a critical development and instead first hearing about it in the news. He's wearing a suit and tie because it's funny, but by and large clothing would work the same way as in Friendship is Magic - considered as an optional luxury in most settings and at best recommended rather than mandated in formal settings.I have a couple more pictures to post, but other small bits of world-building I came up with include:- Chimecho like to hang from flagpoles and banners in the city, particularly "welcome to the city" signs, where they'd double as greeters. - Actually stole this one from Tumblr (I know, I know) - dangerous workplaces often have an Absol in charge of safety. OH&S or compliance is a common vocation for them, as across the city their danger sense is saving lives every single day. I know technically it's supposed to be natural disasters, but OH&S Absol was too much fun not to include, so I decided it was okay to fudge a little.- The one good idea that webcomic I mentioned had was that Psychic and Dark types would form the two strongest factions in politics. The former are highly intelligent and naturally manipulative, while the latter are the hard counter to that. There is tension on both sides, however, as Dark types are also a frequent sight in the city's underworld, while Psychics dominate white collar crime. Malamar are basically natural super villains and most heartily embrace that fact.
>>58141127It sounds like the Malamar are basically this settings’s Vogons.Anyway, I’m voting Dark party every year. Goddam psychic types thinking they have the right to intrude in the privacy of people’s minds but won’t reveal what’s been going on with Espeon’s Island!
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>>58139950It seems like the engineer gained a grasp of his Zoroark powers fairly quickly. Did he consciously, for example, decide to hide his keys and wallet in his mane or was it an instinct from his new Zoroark self?
>>58141759>sounds like the Malamar are basically this settings’s Vogons.No need to worry, the city definitely has a Palafin or two protecting it from such threats.Speaking of entertainment clichés, picrel contains an example of a popular science fiction IP in the city. While I was originally envisioning a much larger spacecraft with a number of gunports that would each have a dynamaxed Pokemon in them, my drawfag friend spectacularly misinterpreted me and accidentally came up with something I liked way better. The ships are small, one-seater affairs instead and they fight via the pilot dynamaxing and standing on the outside of their ship to do Pokemon battle with the dyamaxed pilot of the opposing ship. This particular Toxtricity is clearing himself a path through an asteroid field, to the immense dismay of the locals.Slightly expanding on that underworld thing I mentioned, I had an idea for a mock-up game menu for this setting done up in that old diorama-style you see in a lot of 90s gams (where you're clicking on parts of an image to select menu options, rather than a list of labeled buttons). In a back alley chopshop, a Weavile with a spiked collar and bracelets leans against a graffiti-covered wall, tilting his head and smirking at you when clicked. They hand out low level street gangster-type missions. In the back of the place, a Tinkaton at a work bench hammers on car parts, looking at you quizzically when clicked. They sell you stuff to improve your vehicle (private cars exist, though are not nearly as prevalent in this Pokemon city as they are in an equivalent human city). Off to the side, a Toxtricity plays his chest in place of a boom box, throwing up the horns when clicked. They'll randomize the music for 1P. Finally, in the middle is a Purrloin doing welding work on a car, lifting their welding mask and looking annoyed at the interruption when clicked. They give a lot of lore about the place, their work, and the pride they take in it.
>>58139114>You started to think.>Mostly about the situation before hand.>The Salazzle continued to cook without even seemingly acknowledging your pressence.>In a way she became far less jittery, only really jittering when she was drinking coffee.>You could see that she enjoyed the process of cooking.>But your mind was already trying to find solutions to the problem you were faced.>The idea of transporting her anywhere was out of the question.>If she pulled the stunt with the door inside a moving vehicle, it would end badly.>Even then, if you'd somehow gotten her to the station, any item containing metals capable of corrosion would be at risk.>You had no other choice than letting her stay.>Even if it still didn't feel right leaving her alone.>She was clearly suffering.>Like she was constantly in a state of denial about her current situation.>Repeating a lie with hopes it becomes true at some point.>Forcing herself to drink coffee despite clearly not enjoying it.>The constant bipedal movement despite a Salazzle normally moving on all fours.>In her less jittery moments you could see bruises on her white skin, making you question if those were caused by falling off the stairs.>The isolation from the outside world so no one would perceive her as a monster.>There was no other way to say it, but you felt sorry for her and what befell her.>You'd wish there was a support group for people like her, but as of now there were none.>Maybe you could get a psychologist to see her, but you were not sure how she'd react.>You kept spiraling within your thoughts, but something broke you out of them, as all of a sudden you felt something tugging at your trousers.>It was the shiny Salazzle, and she pointed you towards the table with 3 cups of coffee on it.
>>58142983Poor thing. It’s weird to remember Salazzle are only just under 4’ tall, shorter than an average 8 year old.
>>58139975>”A-Are you sure?”>Slowly, you nodded your head.>”Okay…”>Hal looked on the verge of tears.>”C-Check again?”>You swallowed down a sigh.>He didn’t know how easy it was to spot aura when you meditated.>But you had to be patient. >”Please?” The zoroark clasped his hands together.>Were the situations reversed, you’d have asked the same.>You humored the dark-type, closing your eyes and exhaling again.>Long and slow, precisely the same as a minute ago, you opened your mind to aura.>You and Hal stood out in the spacious living room.>Around your crossed-legged, meditating form, Hal circled.>He examined you from all angles.>Hal radiated wishful thoughts and curiosity. >A thin red claw reached out, but stopped short of touching the aura appendages rising from the back of your head. >Widening your search, you saw the same as before.>Insects crawled on the shady side of the house.>The grass, bushes, and flowers gave off the auras you’ve come to expect.>The sea of plants was broken by a squirrel hopping at random intervals.>A crow landed on the gutters.>Two children biked down the sidewalk, shouting to one another.>Hal crouched low behind the couch as they passed.>The neighbors’ homes had people… Cats… Dogs… And a pet iguana…>Peering further was hopeless.>Was it possible to track down one, singular aura among a city of tens of thousands? >Every life was unique, but if it was possible to hone your senses to such a degree, that was years of training ahead of you.>This time you sighed, coming back to reality.>Hal made eye contact, the first time since talking in the junkyard hours earlier. >You shook your head side to side.>He was too hopeful>And hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.>”It was a long shot, after all…” Hal mused, rubbing his temples.>He’d prayed his son had merely hidden himself inside the house all the while.>Some zorua behavioral instinct, or a game he was playing, he hypothesized.
>>58143546>Hal mumbled something about never letting his son out of his sight again.>Much as you wanted to leave and continue searching, Hal needed time to recuperate.>The trip to and back from the junkyard thoroughly exhausted him.>You spent the next hour sharing stories since losing your human forms.>He sat in the armchair, forcing himself more upright and humanlike than his new spine perhaps allowed.>You sat back against the plush couch.>Compared to the one at your place, this was heavenly.>Unfortunately, your tail was just as annoying to sit against.>But mid-conversation, inspiration struck.>You moved between couch cushions, and slid your tail into the gap behind you.>Finally, you could sit comfortably.>How long had it been since you talked with someone like this?>It hadn’t bothered you for weeks.>You went days without talking to people before, but never for this length of time.>Maybe lucario handled solitude well.>Only now did you realize how starved you were.>Your new bodies changed the both of you more than physically.>And Hal swore it changed his boy the most.>His normally talkative Harry wouldn’t say a peep after the transformation.>Strange physiology aside, you were all far more agile and had incredible endurance.>Hal was no biologist, and couldn’t explain your incredible healing rate. >He hadn’t injured himself since the change, and had zero desire to test the possibility.>He’d convinced the plant to let him work from home, saying he needed to watch Harry, and that a sickness hit the household.>Which wasn’t technically a lie.>The kitsune happily shared how much the company valued his work. >He was essential and indispensable. >You couldn’t say the same.>But if you had to pick between your old job versus your new body, it wasn’t a contest.>Mid-webcam meeting a week ago, Hal shared, his disguise started melting. >He unplugged his router passed it off as a shoddy internet connection.>Hal noticed the mental shift too.
>>58142527What a happy Zork. Having thumbs would be a huge boon to the mental health anyone TF’d.
>>58143552>Fooling his coworkers made him feel a real sense of accomplishment.>It was like finishing a great blueprint design, he claimed.>You could not relate.>But you got the idea.>Physical exercise made you feel accomplished now.>His hair puzzled him greatly.>The length was obnoxious. It draped to his shins.>But he was an engineer. >The last thing you wanted in his line of work was long hair. >It was an immense safety hazard.>While he tied it together with a stretched and strained scrunchie, he couldn’t bring himself to cut it.>He’d held scissors to the locks, but described it as “like trying to bite off your own finger.”>Couldn’t be done.>He’d instinctively put things in his hair to hold them know, even over using his shirt pocket.>Hal’s anxiety also spiked if he wasn’t veiled in an illusion outside.>The only reason he worked up the courage to reveal himself to you was the extraordinary circumstances.>Then he shared what was, by his own admission, the weirdest feelings he had.>His son was missing. >Gone, without a trace.>Barely a clue to go off of.>Unable to contact the police.>Unable to contact his mother.>And to make things worse, his son seemed as good, if not better, than he was at conjuring illusions and disguises. >Anything could have happened.>And yet…>Harry snuck out, evaded his father, remained hidden…>Any good dad would feel like dirt.>Should feel that way…>But no. >Some part of him was…>Proud.>>58142527Nice zork. I'll keep it.>>58140044C'mon, you can do it! Describe your ideal Lycanroc life. Have some fun. It's why we're here.>>58141127>tfw you will never passionately and eloquently explain to the US Senate how bug-types aren't people and deserve 3/5ths of a vote at best.>>58142983Work hard, policeanon!>>58140923Only seem to be Harry and Hal's shoes here. Single dad? Good catch.Love reading all your stuff!
https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-2Herding Cats part 2 is out. Some good stuff happens to Ben in this one but don't worry he still hits his head a bunch.Special thanks to >>58113282, thinking about your post gave me some clarity on how to proceed. I'm happier with this part than the first.Let me know what you think. I haven't been replying as much since I don't have much to add but I've been enjoying everyone's stories a lot. It's cool there's a little ecosystem of these now.>>58140044I feel like that when I get started but sometimes when I get going it starts to feel like an engine. It might be easier than you think if you give it a shot.
>>58143581>Bonds between these Pokémon are very strong. It protects the safety of its pack by tricking its opponents.>This Pokémon cares deeply about others of its kind, and it will conjure terrifying illusions to keep its den and pack safe.It may be the Zoroark instinct to feel pride that his little kit is talented enough to go out on his own, but they better find him soon. These foxes are strictly pack animals and you don’t want an angry parent’s instincts leading him to do something he might regret. You know, they could make a movie out of something like that.
>>58140044If all you can write is a few lines, then write a few lines. The more you do the easier it becomes.>>58142983"Damn I wish someone'd gotten that Lucario's number...">>58143115Protag is taller than a normal Lucario. I guess Salazzle didn't get afforded that same privilege?>>58143552Be we human or Pokemon, we can still shoot the shit. I hope this doesn't mean transformed children straight-up lose their sentience. That'd sure suck...>if you had to pick between your old job versus your new body, it wasn’t a contest.Hear hear!>>58143581This is great. Hal's experiences with his new form here are exactly what I want from stuff written from a Pokemon's perspective, transformed or not - how they experience and perceive the world differently than we do.>>58143914If there aren't any clues as to Harry's location among his personal effects, the next logical thing to do would be to check out places he liked to frequent.>>58143898A little ecosystem is exactly what we want. Pleased to see you continuing. I like how Ben is so obsessed with Cops that it's literally his happy place. A case of writing what we know, perhaps? Shit, now I wanna do a cat face emoticon...In any case, I see he's focusing more on developing his catness rather than his Pokemonness. Makes sense considering the surrounding stimuli. I like it. It's different. It sounds like there's a cat flap, so Ben might have to try being a little bit more adventurous eventually, especially if he wants to eat properly.
>>58142537These next two pics relate to the status of Slowpoke's evolutions in this setting. Pokemon don't eat meat in MD, so I figure Shellders generally aren't going to be going around biting Slowpokes at random. Instead, there'd likely have to be some process in place to match Slowpokes with willing Shellders, and the thing with that is that Slowpoke is a very common Pokemon, so it likely wouldn't be practical that all or even most Slowpokes would get to evolve. When willing pairs ARE found they'd be at liberty to try out both the Slowbro and Slowking forms to see what works best for them (Slowking usually wins for obvious reasons). Slowking become guardians and stewards of their kind in this scenario, working to streamline the process in order to get as many willing Slowpokes and Shellders paired up as possible.Drawfag friend, in his youthful genius, proposed a family reunion between a Slowking and the Cloyster parent of the Shellder on their head... only for the Cloyster to discover to their disgust and horror that both now share a sincere love of terrible puns...Cloyster: "So, how's life as a Slowking been treating you?"Shellder crown: "Pretty good, actually! I have been enjoying it a bunch!"Cloyster: "I imagine. You seem far happier than when you were a Shellder."Shellder crown: "Yeah, well. I guess I got more shell-f confidence now!" Cloyster: Top picrel is their face when.Shellder: "C'mon, Dad, we're just trying to help you... come out of your shell...!"Slowking: "Maybe he just needs a few PEARLS of my wisdom..."As for the bottom one, I honestly just wanted to have the Vaporeon lazing on an office water cool from the 4th of July Eevee thread be canon in my setting...Slowking: “Hey, Vapey! Water you doing?”Vaporeon: “Just take your water and leave.”I like to think Slowking and Shellder make those same puns and that same awesomeface everywhere they go, to the point you could make a Brodyquest vid about it (remember that old meme?)
>>58143898Nicely done anon. Regarding >>58113282 I had thought his apathy was supposed to be from him being a stoner as referenced by his girlfriend hooking up with him for weed. I like that he has more concern now and realizes how utterly bizarre it is that he is now some fictional beast designer by a video game company. It’s too far off to practically worry about, but imagine finally evolving into an Incineroar and finally getting back onto two legs.
>you now realize that the elderly, the terminally sick, the mentally disabled, the newly born, and the physically handicapped are also potential victims to be turned into pokemonDoes becoming a Gardevoir mean you no longer have to be on dialysis? What happens to a 105 year old when they turn into a Heliolisk? Can Chesnaught still have autism? If a paraplegic got turned into an Empoleon what happens?
>>58145565In a high concept story like this, you can generally get away with one element of your story having no more rational an explanation than, "It's magic - I ain't gotta explain shit", particularly if it's the catalyzing element that causes the story to happen. In this case that'd be, "People are falling asleep and waking up as Pokemon, with more people finding themselves transformed over time".Given that that's this story's "one", you can kind of interpret the answer to this question however you want. The condition of one's new Pokemon body aligning with the condition of the preceding human body is the most grimdark possibility, but it seems just as likely everyone who transforms gets a young, healthy body. Although even then you might decide that it doesn't cure mental illness. Or maybe it does, since we already know everyone who transforms experiences significant psychological changes.The only requirement is that any hard-and-fast rules you DO wind up establishing about how the transformation must not be violated moving forward. The audience will suspect their disbelief for your fantastical premise, but contradicting yourself will break their suspension of disbelief. There's some wiggle-room if you can provide a rational explanation for why a rule is being violated, but with something like this that may be unlikely.
>>58145565Simple new body = fresh body.The consciousness is what is transferred and then adapts to the new form and mind.
>>58100696What do you want me to say, man? What comment were you hoping to receive on this thread? "I'd have sex with her"? Is that it?
>>58147200What species do you imagine for yourself and for her?
>>58147289Well, my friends said I'd be a Nidoking, so I guess she'd be a Nidoqueen. Though Raifort would probably be a Zoroark...
>>58142983>You were glad that you opened the windows to let some fresh air in before starting the questioning.>The Salazzle's pheromones were far more volatile than you expected, so the vast majority of them were gone by now.>You could finally take a breath without reenacting that one scene from Spongebob in the perfume department.>You called over your colleague, but he said he'd join you when he finishes smoking.>So you decided to sit down at the table, not like you had anything better to do.>The Salazzle looked at you with wide eyes, like she was expecting you to tell her about your day.>The smell of coffee actually managed to overpower the remaining traces of the pheromones.>As you were enjoying the coffee, the Salazzle started writing something on the tablet.>You didn't know how to feel about now being the one answering questions.>On the other hand, you were kind of obliged to help her with her current situation, and if having a conversation was the price, so be it.>The two of you were the first humans she interacted with face to face since her she turned.>She showed you the tablet with the question on it. It read, "Do you enjoy the coffee?">"Yes, you could say I'm quite fond of it. Thank you," you answered, following with another sip of coffee.>The answer made her jitter with excitement this time.>She quickly returned to her tablet to ask another question.>You remembered how her personality was described by the neighbor, and in this moment she matched the description one to one.>It was like she almost forgot that she was a pokemon.>She turned her tablet over to you with the second question.>"Do you maybe want some sugar or milk with your coffee? How about some snacks or cake?"
>>58144497>A case of writing what we know, perhaps?Nah, I picked Cops because it was the first show I could think of that just ran on and on for hours. If I were writing what I knew he'd be watching the Simpsons>In any case, I see he's focusing more on developing his catness rather than his Pokemonness. [...] Ben might have to try being a little bit more adventurous eventually, especially if he wants to eat properly.Damn, you just predicted all of Part 3. He'll get a chance to develop his Pokemonness soon, Litten just has a much more limited skillset than something like Zoroark or Salazzle so there's only so much I have to work with.>>58145283Yeah, I needed to make it more obvious he was in denial about the situation, not just oblivious to it. Deep down he knows it's bad and could get worse, he just doesn't want to acknowledge it.He actually doesn't smoke, he's just scruffy looking and mellow so everyone assumes he does. This is me writing what I know.Incineroar is one of the few Pokemon that get five whole fingers, too. That would be an important goal to work towards if this weren't obviously going to fix itself in a few days with no effort needed on his part.Thank you guys for reading it!>>58148156Speaking of denial...
>>58148156>She didn't even wait for an answer from you and just jumped down from the chair to bring you a plate of some homemade cake.>When she grabbed the plate, you gently took it from her and put it on the table, as you were afraid she'd accidentally drop it.>She didn't have a problem with it, and she just showed you where the rest of the things were.>After a while she returned to her chair just in time for your colleague to return from his smoking break.>He sat down and took a sip of coffee, being asked the same question by her with the same answer given.>She returned to the tablet to ask the 3rd question>This time the nervous jittering returned.>She wrote, "What happened to me?".>"You were turned into a pokemon. A Salazzle, to be specific. Strange as it might see. We currently don't know what caused this to happen, but there is an ongoing investigation into the subject". You answered using a calm tone.>She quickly returned to the tablet to ask another question, far more frantic than before.>This time the question was about if there are any others like her>"To the police's knowledge, there is one other confirmed case of this happening in town. There are also many unconfirmed cases, with one high-profile case", answered your colleague in a more professional but more authoritative tone.>Her breathing became more frantic as she was typing the next question, like preparing for the worst.>"What is going to happen to me?" she asked.>"As of now you are going to stay at your house. We do not currently have the means to transport you safely anywhere", you answered.>While the first part of the answer seemingly calmed her down, the second half made her hyperventilate.>She started writing something again, this time shaking like an earthquake.>"What do you mean by 'transport'?!" She wrote before violently ripping the tablet back to write something else.>"Do you think I'm a monster?!">Are you going to experiment on me?!"
>>58148652There ain’t no law saying you can’t be a pheromone flame lizard in the privacy of your own home
>>58148652>At this point she was one step away from fainting>She was like a deer in the headlights, one step from fainting from all that hyperventilating>You put your hand on her shoulder>This seemingly broke her out from her panic attack enough for you to get her full attention>"No, we are NOT going to take you away to be experimented uppon">And no, you are NOT a monster">Those words seemingly calmed her down enough to stop hyperventilating but she was still shaking>She returned to her tablet and wrote another question>"Why can't you transport me?">"Because you are not in controll of your abilities, if you caused a moving car to corode yours ours and other lives could be at stake" You said in an exhausted tone.>She understood your answer but >"Why would you transport me?">"Because there might be need for it. There might be a future need for your relocation be that medical or safety. Maybe a support group will be formed for people with the same condition">Her eyes grew big with distrust>"But you won't be experimented uppon" You continued.>She quickly wrote something on her tablet>"Promise?">That word hit you in the gut on an emotional level>You knew that with the feds involved nothing was off the table and you couldn't promise her that>Instead you pulled out a piece of paper and wrote your phone number on it>"Here, in case anything happens call this number and hopefully I'll be able to help.">"Excuse me but... I need some fresh air."
>>58143581“This’s gonna sound real weird…” You began.>”Can’t be weirder than anything this past month.” Hal assured you.>Rather than using the handrails, the zoroark scurried upstairs on all fours.>You followed, content with skipping every other step.>But the staircase was spacious enough and the ceiling high enough you considered leaping straight to the top.>”What is it?”>At the top, the fox rose to two feet again.“Does your son smell?”>You sniffed the air again.>The house smelled of boiled cabbage, an undertone of motor oil, and human.>”Used to.” Hal answered, chuckling.>Used to indeed.>The smell grew the closer you got to the zorua’s room.>”I washed the bedsheets after we turned.” Hal said, leading you further into the room. “Didn’t really help.”>When you changed, you noticed the strong scent of what used to be you.>It took days to get familiar with it.>It reminded you of swapping cars. >The new ‘cario smell was different and mixed with the old you in your house.>This room, however, was not like yours.“No, I mean, does he have a new scent?” You clarified.“Like, a zorua smell.”>You hadn’t noticed the lack of it since you met Hal.>Beneath the fresh, alpine shampoo, Hal had no odor.>And if your hunch was correct… >”Nope.” Hal said, shaking his head. “Like a fawn. Scentless.”>”Hard as heck finding him around the house.”>”Can you believe I considered getting a cat collar for him?”>You paused opening the door, raising an eyebrow.>”He was quiet, okay?”>”Needed a jingle bell on him!”>You held off from cracking any jokes.>Considering he escaped, that bell would’ve been a good idea.>Harry’s room stank of youth.>And Hal was right, it was distinctly human. >There wasn’t a whiff of pokémon scent. >The bedroom was painted deep blue. >Harry’s bed had matching plaid bedsheets.>It seemed the zorua tugged and yanked them into a rounded nest for sleeping.>Extra gray hairs in the divot confirmed it.
>>58149361>A few ‘science’ toys were on his small dresser. >And a Lechonk piggy bank.>“Glad I didn’t turn into one of those…” Hal mused.“Thank God.” You agreed, examining the bank. “Kid’s a good painter.”>The paint was thick and goopy, but for Harry’s age this was a big accomplishment.>”Yup. An art project for school.” >”Hey, wait…” Hal said, picking up the ceramic pig.>He shook the bank, but you heard nothing.>”No birthday money.” “Was there anything he wanted to buy? Think he ran off to get something?” You asked, wondering if it might help.>”Well, if there’s one thing he still liked after the change…” >It was spread over the other side of the room.>”Glad he liked Legos. I always did.” Hal revealed, seeing you eye the miniature city Harry built.“Who doesn’t?”>It was a lovely little city.>Wish you had half this many Lego when you were his age.>The town took up most of the floor on this side of the bed.>Anything and everything was in there.>It didn’t matter the set, it was part of the town.>The majority of it was standard buildings.>There’s a gas station.>You swung your paw over a fire station.>Train tracks rain around and through the town.>Drag racers drove on city streets alongside sedans and a convertible.>Part of the police station was blown up. >Batman villains from Arkham Asylum were frozen mid-assault.>You couldn’t tell if Santa Claus had joined, or was fighting, Batman’s rogue’s gallery.“Hey, this one’s your house.” You said, noticing the two-story house at the edge of town.>Spot on, except for the X-Wing in the backyard. >”Yeah… We built that one together.” Hall reminisced, squatting beside you.>They made a Zelda set? >While the Great Deku Tree caught your attention, Hal noticed something.
>>58149369>”His Lego guy isn’t at home.” Hal said. “Mine is, though.”>He held a figurine with a hardhat and button-down shirt between his claws to show you.”Well, what’s his look like?”>”A red ninja. With a katana. And a lightsaber.” Hal replied.>Ah, a child with taste.>”His favorite guy.”>To your surprise, he wasn’t at the action-packed police station.>You found him in the neighborhood across the train tracks, standing outside an ordinary house with a Lego woman.>Hal drummed his fingers against the floor.>He made no effort to hide his irritation. >”Hmm…”“What’s up?” You asked.>”That’s his mother’s house.”>>58148156>>58148652>>58149020Poor girl. Keep up the good writing, policeanon.>>58148445>>58143898Thoroughly enjoyed this too. Great descriptions and fun scenes.>>58145565I had a character snippet planned with that concept in mind. For some, turning into a Pokemon would be a fresh start and a gift from heaven above. For others, it could be a nightmare and you might not be sapient enough to realize it.
>>58149421Thank you, I'm enjoying the latest development in your story too. I'm curious if Henry's mom is still herself or not. Imagine showing up at your ex-wife's house and she's a kaiju.
>>58149490>Our heroes appear at her house>She’s a Hisuian Zoroark>”I always knew that bitch was dead inside”
>>58149769Bahahahahha
>>58148445Yeah, the denial angle definitely could've been a little more clear. Looking forward to what comes next otherwise.>>58148156Ha. Perfume department. Classic.>>58148652Is protag the confirmed local case, Aggron an unconfirmed case and the Brionne the high-profile case? >>58149020I'd be interested to know, when police bro assured Salazzle she wasn't a monster, wether he was just saying that or if he actually believes it. Something for him and his partner to discuss after they leave, perhaps?The way you incorporated some of the stuff we've been talking about, like transformed folks getting experimented on or my support group idea, was maybe a little bit heavy-handed blunt force trauma. Still interested to see how policebro and his partner intend to keep this a secret, though. Are they just gonna lie? Erase the body cam footage?>>58149361Makes sense for the Zoroark line not to smell I s'pose.>>58149369Notice Hal's the one who finds their first clue and he finds it pretty quickly. Seems like he could theoretically have figured this out on his own and really just needed a friend to help get his head on straight.>>58149421"If he's as good at hiding as you say he is, he must've WANTED you to find this. What's his relationship with his mum like?">>58149490>>58149769Kekw. All three family members having co-incidentally transformed might feel a BIT contrived, but there's just as much storytelling potential in the wife having transformed or not transformed.
>>58149490NIDO MILF!
>>58144538Reason I keep fretting over whether people are interested in this stuff is that I don't want to clog a great thread up with shit nobody wants to read. However, I only have one more picture to post, so I might as well do that at least.This one's a WIP since drawfag friend got busy with college. We see an Emolga detective discovering that a seemingly disused warehouse is in fact full of dormant Golurk lined up like battlemechs. In the final version of the image there will be Sigilyph suspended from the ceiling as well. Both of these Pokemon are characterized in their dex. entries as obedient, manmade automatons who keep vigil over ancient human cities. Even in the post-apocalypse, they extend that same loyalty to the Pokemon cities that have come to supplant the human ones. They can sleep for years... even centuries... until needed. The few times they do awaken, their fragmentary memories of humans are dismissed by most as senility owing to extreme age, but it is in fact merely a consequence of the fact that they always find themselves awakening in a world very different to the one they left behind, only ever learning a snapshot of what the world is now like before they inevitably return to their slumber once again.One of my sillier small worldbuilding ideas, and yet paradoxically one of my favourites, involves an expansion of the idea presented in The Slugma Powered Home. Certain fire types (particularly Slugma, but also Sizzlipede and Rotom Heat among others) live on the premises of the factory they work at in a special dormitory above the plant with metallic surfaces - expressly designed to be as comfortable for the most extreme temperature fire types as possible. There they can relax without having to worry as much about having to actively control their heat output. Many find this preferable to modified regular housing, especially as Slugma is slow and this makes commuting even more painful than it is for most folks.
>>58150533>Is protag the confirmed local case, Aggron an unconfirmed case and the Brionne the high-profile case?More like Brionne is confirmed, Aggron unconfirmed, and Protag the high-profile unconfirmed case.I'm considering rewriting the last part as it didn't sit well enough with the delusion aspect.
>>58148652Rewrite of >>58149020>In this moment she was like a deer in the headlights, one step from fainting from all that hyperventilating>You stretched out your hand to reassure her that nothing would happen to her, but she instinctively jumped away and ran up the wall into the corner of the room like a scene from The Exorcist.>At this point you knew that her Salazzle instincts overpowered her human ones.>You were just glad it was flight and not fight.>She was in the exact same state in which you found her.>You tried to calm her down, but she wasn't listening.>Or more like the pokemon part of her didn't allow for her to hear you.>"Please listen, we are not here to hurt you", you repeated and paraphrased time and time again.>She was basically paralyzed with her eyes firmly rooted into you with fear.>After what felt like an eternity, the shivering stopped all of a sudden.>She looked more collected and focused now.>She took a look around for a moment.>She looked at the unhinged door, her limbs sticking to the walls, and finally, you, your gas masks on your belts, and the rust dust on your uniforms.>In that very moment, it felt like she had answered her own question.>Finally, she slowly started going down.>Once she was got down to the ground you could see a dejected expression on her face.>This time she moved on all fours towards you.>She grabbed your leg with her arms and legs, additionally coiling her tail around it.>You didn't need her to use a tablet to know what she wanted to say.
In my feverish dream this concept came to me and I have to subject you all to it as well>Leslie Nielsen turned into a Inteleon doing Police Squad and the Naked Gun as if nothing had changed
>>58152502>Celebrities come out to support the people around the world suffering from spontaneous pokemon transformations!>Its the covid response all over again
>>58117445Sounds like an SI you'd see on spacebattles
>One day everyone is turned back into humans just as randomly as they were turned into pokemon>Lucario-anon has to deal with losing all his stamina, agility, and aura senseThat would somehow feel even worse.
>>58154614
>?>…>!?!
>>58153119Curious how many of those people that turned into pokemon would just snap at the celebs.
>>58150969>At this moment you just wanted to scream at the top of your lungs>You didn't know what to do, and from the look of it, your colleague didn't know either.>You felt the Sallazzle's grip around your leg tighten and her body shaking.>You tried to pick her up, expecting her to refuse to let go, but she didn't resist at all.>When you picked her up, her body was limp and streaks of tears were running down her face.>You carried her in a cradle like position to the living room and laid her on the couch.>She imediately curled into a ball.>"So what now?" asked your colleague.>"I don't know." you answered in a defeated tone.>The both of you went into the backyard to talk while maintaining a sightline to her through the glass door.>"We are not being paid enough for this shit." said your colleague while frantically opening a fresh pack of smokes.>"You don't have to tell me." you replied.>"So what are we going to do now?" asked your colleague while lighting the cigarette in his mouth.>"We can't take her anywhere, as she could pose a danger to anything made of metal. We can't just leave her alone either, as her mental state is as fragile as it gets." he continued.>"Damned if you do, damned if you don't. Maybe we could get someone else to look after her?" you said.>"Like who?" said your colleague while exhaling some smoke.>"We can't bring anyone official, as the feds would get involved and most likely make things worse." he followed up.>"Maybe her neighbor could help?" you raised the question with some hope>"You think so?" replied your colleague>"He did call us to investigate, so he clearly showed some amount of care for her well-being." you said with a slightly hopeful tone.>"Sure, but how do you think he'd react to the fact that his neighbor is now a pokemon?" he countered and inhaled some smoke after.>"Do you think the elderly man would accept this fact without any problems?" he continued while exhaling the smoke.
>>58100696Death for myself living as a subhuman is misery.
>>58157050>"It is certainly worth a shot." You replied.>"But first of all we need to open her up again and fix the door." You continued.>"Do you know how to fix it? You asked your colleague.>"I doubt it; even if we knew the serial numbers of parts were corroded to dust, they are most likely out of production by now, and we don't have time to order replacements." he replied in a calmer, more contemplative fashion.>"So we need to install a new door?" you asked.>"Seems to be the case." he answered.>"I'll check for some tools in the garage, take some measurements, and drive to get a new door. You, meanwhile, will stay and make sure she doesn't do anything that she might regret in the future." He continued.>"We'll deal with the rest once all of that is done." He finished.>Afterward, the both of you returned inside.>You went to the kitchen to get her tablet, and you put it next to the scared sallazle,>She was still curled into a ball, but she was still shaking and clearly not sleeping>You put your hand on her back and said, "Everything will be ok." in an attempt to calm her down and maybe cheer her up.>Your colleague was working in the background with the door, checking its dimensions and removing the rusted screws from the wall.>After a couple of minutes, you heard him drive away.>Now you were alone with the scared Salazzle.
Interesting fanfic/fetish thread
>>58157498Explain: fetish
>>58155436>!!!
Maybe if I was a Houndoom women would finally want me...
>>58149421>“Didn’t pick up.”>“Again.”>Hal punctuated ‘again’ with the unmistakable hint of bitterness.>The flash of resentment was enough to blacken his aura.>”Not like she ever did. God forbid an emergency happens.">He pushed the red hang-up button with more force than necessary.>His ebony heart flecked away as worry bubbled up again.>You weren’t in any position to judge.>Not like you met her.>Whatever happened between them was messier than you could imagine.>He shoved the phone back into his hair before you moved again.>You followed the same pattern as you moved across town.>Pausing at water sources, restaurants, and behind grocery stores, you searched using aura.>Hal combed the areas too.>He knew full well his eyes weren’t as keen as what you were doing.>But what father could stand around useless?>Instead of thoroughly searching one area, your ethereal vision let you quickly move forward.>Each time you sensed something on four legs, Hal bolted to check it out.>Beneath his disguise, he sometimes hurried on all fours to move faster.>Block after block, you moved forward.>If Hal grew tired, he didn’t show it.>He was focused.>A far cry from the meeting in the junkyard.>He had a chance.>You felt the same.>In fact, you felt fantastic.>When had you last felt such purpose?>Certainly not at work.>How could one feel valued when you ultimately weren’t needed?>Your little place in the company got on just fine without you.>How many days had you woken up and thought about taking the day off for that very reason?>You could do this forever. >You were sure of it.>Helping Hal amplified your already boundless energy.>Knowing no one else could help like this fueled you. >To think, you’d planned on training your aura today alone.>There was a time and place for that, certainly.>But here you were, honing your skills while being useful. >That was worth more than any amount of money.
>>58159385>There was a real possibility the lost zorua might move into a neighborhood you cleared. >Maybe he was on the other side of town.>Perhaps outside the city.>The thoughts did little to dampen your spirits.>You’d do this again if you must.>You wished you had time to slow down. >During this cross-town scavenger hunt, you’d seen plenty more than humans.>But you didn’t have the freedom to observe their aura for long.>Your Pokémon knowledge wasn’t perfect. >Some stood out. >A rattata at the trash cans.>A skuntank skittering across the road.>A venipede in the bushes.>A vaporeon paddling in a backyard pool.>Others didn’t.>A spiky pokémon was hugging an industrial freezer door in that restaurant. >That one near the pond looked like a giant grasshopper.>Some huge monitor-lizard was cooking in a kitchen.>Part of you wanted to gawk.>There was no shortage of people out and about.>You didn’t need aura to see how eager people were to catch a glimpse of a real Pokémon.>Young people were especially looking hard.>All the more reason to find Harry as soon as you could.>A Machamp unloading a grocery store semi-truck gathered quite the crowd.>The big guy definitely enjoyed the attention.>Between his incredible feats of strength, he struck weight-lifting poses.>You didn’t know there were stances for something with four arms.>Alas, the search here also bore no fruit.>The next stop was the house.>It would be easy to get lost in this area.>The small, one-story ranch home was one of many.>It was like someone took cookie-cutters and got dozens of the same house.>And frosted them the same three colors.>You led Hal through backyards, weaving through bushes and over fences.>The path with the least risk of being spotted was not easy, but it put you both at ease.>You sensed nobody at the neighbor’s house, and hunched down behind a fence to open your mind.>To your disappointment, you sensed nothing.>The house was empty.
>>58159387>As you told Hal, he directed your attention to the front yard.>”Check it out.”>Hal pointed at the car parked in the street, next to the mailbox.>A nice four-door car. Simple and relatively new.>And covered in tickets.“Weird…”>Hal confirmed there were days of fines adding up.>And another probably on the way today.“She normally do that?” >Hal shrugged.>”Took a trip, maybe?” He guessed.>”But man… My car deserves better than that.”>’My’ had that hint of venom from earlier. >”Look there. Front tire’s low on pressure too.” >”Bet those brake pads need replacing too.” The fox mused as you hoped the fence.“Harry like his mother?” You asked, searching the front yard.>Shaking his head, Hal looked around with you.>”Course he does.”>Garage closed…>“He’s a kid…”>Front door looked fine…>”Wishes we were together all the time.”>A few lights left on in the house…>The backyard was a different story.>Hal’s cantankerousness vanished in a heartbeat>”That sure as hell wasn’t there the other day.” Hal declared.>The sliding glass door was shattered.>”You sure no one’s here?” Hal asked again.>He was crouched low, hairs rose on his back and arms.“Positive.” You answered, crouching down beyond the furthest shards. >Broken glass spread all over the concrete, and around the patio furniture.>”Someone broke out, not in.” Hal noted, exercising an extreme amount of care not to step on anything.“Yeah.” You agreed, checking out the windows.>Maneuvering around the glass was slow progress.>You stepped carefully.>Good reason to commission a pair of shoes… >Nothing outside looked unlocked or amiss.“Think maybe she-“>”Don’t care.” Hal cut you off. “Only my boy matters.”>Maybe it was a robbery.>Maybe it was a vandal.>But maybe, just maybe…>What if the whole family transformed?>Ex-family, anyway.>Could’ve been a pet, possibly. >But if those tickets on the car meant anything…
>>58159390>Was it pure coincidence?>A thankfully high number of families seemed intact.>Maybe there was a genetic component?>Plenty of doomsayers proclaimed it was a contagion, virus, or plague. >Was it dumb luck? >Maybe the location you happened to be sleeping in?>You shook the thoughts from your head.>People would probably debate the cause for generations. >No use speculating when a missing child was at stake. >”Oh my God, look!” Hal cried.>A tiny trail of blood led into the kitchen.>And an itty-bitty, bloody pawprint dried on the wooden floor. >It could have been an animal.>A small dog or cat might have left a print that size.>But far be it from you to dash a man’s hopes.“Harry!” The dark-type called, leaping above the line of glass and into the kitchen.>You followed.>A few leaves had blown into the house.“Must’ve been broken for a day. Maybe two.” You guessed.>The temperature in the house was the exact same as outside.>It smelled of fresh air, despite the other windows being closed.>The kitchen table and its matching chairs were knocked over and bashed aside.>Napkins and the tablecloth were ripped apart.>The silverware drawer was pulled out, and the shiny utensils were everywhere.>It looked like a break-in gone wrong, except nothing seemed missing and the glass was on the wrong side.>Hal searched the kitchen, ripping open cabinets near the floor.>The Lazy Susan in the corner raised his hopes.>A sack of granulated sugar had tiny bite marks. >”That’s the right size!” Hal happily said. >”Kid always did this thing, licking his finger and sticking it in the sugar.”>He stuck his muzzle deeper into the cabinets at ground level, hoping he’d fine his boy curled up.>You moved further into the house. >The hallway was bad.>Worse than the kitchen.>Pictures with broken frames were knocked off the walls.>One wall was profusely scratched, and you saw drywall beneath.>The damage got worse the further you moved in.
>>58159395>The master bedroom opened with a long, drawn-out creak. >Saying there was a bed would have been a lie.>The mattress and blankets atop were in tatters.>An armoire was tipped over.>Clothes were everywhere.>The stink of perfume assaulted your nostrils. >At least a dozen different scents from at least a dozen broken bottles hit you simultaneously.>The walls here all suffered some kind of damage.>Were you the landlord, this would have been nothing short of a nightmare.>You double-checked your aura, making sure it was just the two of you here.>This woman’s mind did not agree with whatever she turned into.>Or worse, she wasn’t even aware of it.>She might be some mindless beast loping about.>Amidst the chaos, a light reflected off a phone screen.>Cracked, but functional.>Single-digit battery life.>And a wallpaper of her hugging, presumedly, Harry.>You sighed and left it where you found it.>A grim sight, but nothing that pointed out a little Zorua had been here.>Down the hallway’s other path, there was noticeably less carnage. >Kneeling closer to the ground, Hal spotted an intermittent trail.>A barely perceptible line of grime dyed the gray carpet an off shade.>If you squinted your eyes right, it came from the broken back door.>And it led to a child’s room.>A messy one.>But this room was messy as it ought to be. >Whatever pandemonium trashed the rest of the house did not find its way here.>As with his room back home, Harry had Lego strewn on the floor.>Hal noticed there were no little figures. >A few broken structures, and none of the Lego people were left.>”He was here.”>You agreed.>The whole house was a mystery you had to leave unsolved. >Neither of you needed to say anything.>Hal picked a direction, and you followed.>The boy was close.>A determined zoroark led the way, reckless over being spotted now.>Stopping near a family’s backyard barbeque celebration, Hal told you to do it.>Maybe he stopped for food here.
>>58159400>You obliged. >The family’s aura was sunny and strong, but none were zorua in disguise.>Cursing, the red and black blur took off in another direction.>You followed a block further before sensing aura again.>And this time, you felt it.>A minute, child-like presence dreaming of adventure.>The slight grin you made while meditating was enough to make Hal ecstatic. >His hope burned like a furnace.“The playground.” You told him. >He didn’t bother waiting.>Soon as you pointed, he shot off like a hunting dog.>Curled inside a covered slide, the little zorua snoozed. >Beside him, a dirty fanny pack held his Lego, some money, and food he took with him.>What a trooper.>Broad daylight meant nothing to Hal.>He curled around his son and placed a firm, gentle hand above him.>”Thank you…” He whispered, hearing you approach on the woodchips. “Don’t mention it.” You assured Hal.>Harry was little bigger than a cat.>His fuzzy back rose up and down as he dozed.>He leaned further into his father’s hair, smelling the alpine shampoo.>You basked in the moment.>A reward for a job well done.>Bizarre as the world was getting, it shone a little brighter today.“See you around, Hal. Harry.”>You waved goodbye to the tiny Pokémon, who smacked his lips and shut his eyes tighter.”>Hal wearily waved good-bye and thanked you again.>The day caught up with him.>No doubt he’d hold Harry tight the whole way home.>As much as you wanted to head home, you had one final thing to do.>Back at the devastated house, you more thoroughly investigated the damage.>Laundry room… Untouched.>Office… Trashed. Computer monitor crushed.>Pantry… Partially raided. Boxes torn apart. Cans dented and bent but sealed. >Living room… Furniture wrecked, some far beyond repair.>A rodent scurried out when you moved through.
>>58159404>Thankfully, nothing dead.>Dead and dying auras were intensely cold and unpleasant.>Back in the master bedroom, you knelt down and tapped the broken phone.>Good. No password.>9…>1…>0…>Dang it…>9…>1…>1…>There we go.>An operator picked up quickly, asking you what the emergency was.“Hello, yeah, I’d like to report a missing person.”>You heard the sigh across the line.>It was muted.>But the lady must have leaned over to talk to someone near her.>”Another one…”>>58157050>>58157379Keep it up, Anon. Enjoying your story!>>58157132C'mon, man, you posted that last thread too. Gotta try a little harder.>>58157498>>58157971Not gonna lie, younger me was real shocked to find out it's sorta considered a fetish after I finished PMD Blue. Wish fulfillment, I could understand, but taking it in that direction never crossed my mind back then. Still doesn't.>>58150730Real cool world-building ideas.>>58149490>>58150533Thanks for your comments, guys.>>58149769That's good!
>>58159427Erm, achktually, the 0 is nowhere near the 1 on most phone keypads.But seriously, I love it. Such a sweet ending. How do we know he isn’t going to run away again?
I want to join... this looks fun.I don't trust my writing abilities
>>58159427>”Another one…”Oh man, that's a lot of sad stories on the pile. Poor mom.If this generic mid-size town has so many mons already the effects might be accelerating... >>58159931It is fun, you should do it anyway. It's not like we're all experts here.
>>58160051Well I was gonna offer a new perspective.Maybe it might work I'll see.what I can do.
holy fuck mental illness
>>58160114Kay doors thata way. >>>>>/out/catalog
>>58157379We definitely amped up the psychological damage on that rewrite. Policebro's partner is smart, giving himself the easy job. "That sonuva bitch..." - policebro two seconds after his partner drives off, probably>>58159385Protag is learning the appeal of MD's rescue teams.>>58159387Pfft. So on one hand, policebro is fretting about what the feds would do if they saw Salazzle and protag and Hal are going to great pains to stay hidden, but on the other hand this Machamp is just swanning around in public like it's no big deal and nobody minds. Well shit, now I wanna get his (or her?) perspective...Also, something something little boxes made of ticky-tacky.>>58159390Surprised that car hasn't been towed.>>58159395Well I mean, I don't think anyone else in the Brionne's family transformed, did they? I guess protag hasn't contacted his own family, so no info there...>licking his finger and sticking it in the sugarGross.>>58159400Oof. The reunion when they find the wife is gonna be... awkward, to say they least... One wonders if she'll cause another incident like with the Aggron. I personally wouldn't've dismissed the mother's phone so casually, as there MIGHT be something useful on it, but that's just me.>>58159404Between this and the Aggron, protag has established a pattern of bouncing the instant the job is done. Feels a little abrupt in this case (I would've liked more time for the adorable reunion to breathe, myself), but I guess it's understandable. Protag is quickly gonna find there's ALWAYS another mystery to pursue, methinks. Also in the true sprit of MD.>>58159427Considering how destructive the wife is, there's surely gotta be SOME sort of trail for protag to follow if he looks closely enough, especially now that he's not in a hurry.
>>58159427>shocked to find out it's sorta considered a fetishI'll admit I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Pokefucker. That's the second time you've posted that particular Lucario sketch and I honestly find it pretty hot. I'm straight as an arrow IRL, but I'd service that smug, lean boy if he asked me to. I can offer a bit of perspective from someone who IS into that stuff if you're interested.>Real cool world-building ideas.I appreciate that. Now if only I was any good at figuring out overarching plot concepts...>>58160051>the effects might be acceleratingLooks that way. If we assume that Kat and Aggron and her babies were human, that's now 11 that we know of (being protag, Kat, Aggron's family, Hal's family, cooking lizard (Cyclizar?), very public Machamp, and Salazzle) in our town, plus however many of the missing person cases the cops are swamped with are from even more people in our town transforming. If we assume that doubles the count to 22 and that the population is 50,000 as I proposed earlier, that's roughly 1 in 2,272 people transformed, or 0.044%. If that goes for the whole planet, that's already 3.5 million humans transformed. Not enough to seriously threaten supply chains or infrastructure (provided Pokemon aren't actively destroying it) as of yet, but it's still a lot, and human civilization is gonna start falling apart FAST if the rate of transformation increases exponentially.Alternatively, the rate of transformation might be linear. 3.5 million every, say, three weeks would mean it'd take 14 years for 10% of the world population to transform, which MIGHT be slow enough to allow the world to adapt. Or the transformations could be "clustered" and our town is merely a hotspot, with the global rate being much lower. Our town might even be the epicenter of the entire phenomenon, with your odds of transforming decreasing the further away from our town you live. That last one's liable to have a lot of consequences for protag and the others if true though.
New thread >>58160568
>>58160687Why
>>58160738I'm not exactly the most prolific 4chan user, but I thought the etiquette was to wait until AFTER the bump limit.
>>58160738Funny
>>58160771We are at the bump limit
>>58160781Well we weren't when anon made the new thread, but I guess no issues if everyone's cool with it.
