imagine a new girl starting at your work and you think she's cute so you end up helping her out a bit and she seems shy so she ends up being even cuter and you eventually after weeks of helping her at work and trying to get to know her you ask her out and she's embarrassed and you can tell she thinks about turning you down but accepts and the first date is awkward but by the end of it she seems to have enjoyed it and then you two are awkward at work again but soon enough you two go out on another date and it goes really well and you keep going out on dates and she's still super shy and reclusive but as you two get closer you begin to feel like you really love her and one day you take her home and ask if you can visit inside but naturally she regrets but you do this a few more times and eventually she relents and you start visiting her house more regularly and eventually you two are cuddling watching a movie and you decide to lean over and kiss her but right before you kiss she gets so flustered she freaks out and becomes a zoroark OMG wouldn't that be crazy haha what would you do would you kiss her anyway haha

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>>58236387
>Frankly, I have no idea
>If you told me a year ago this was happening, I would have said it was impossible
>Then again, for a long time people thought human flight was impossible
>Or that it was impossible to travel into outer space
>Its an unknown right now, but the more we can learn, the better we can try to understand it
>Turning back might look impossible right now, but that doesn’t mean it always will be
>>58236490
>In some ways, that’s an even harder question
>Did you know that in many deaf communities, getting a cochlear implant to restore hearing carries a strong social stigma, sometimes leading to basically excommunication?
>Things that may seem like disabilities can become a core part of a person or group’s identity so the decision to remove them isn’t always clear
>Myself, I think I’d like to change back given the chance
>I really can’t complain, however, as I’ve been inexplicably lucky with the form I now take
>There are so many possible ways I could have been turned into something worse for living a normal life

This is my third time typing this dagnabbit

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>>58246062
>>58236874 (guy)
>heh… I don’t want to uh, disappoint you or anything but no, nothing out of the ordinary and I don’t know what could have caused it
>I just woke up one morning like this and that was that
>It’s not like I even stay up late and this is some cruel “night owl” joke the universe is playing on me
>Based on research that a team at this very campus published, we now know for sure that it isn’t transmissible in any way
>I also know that one of the undergrad student teams was putting together a somnology capstone project to try to connect changes to sleep stages
>They pay $20 a week if you sleep with a tracker wristband and chest strap
>The odds of catching a change are like finding a needle in the entire country’s supply of hay, but you never know
>If nothing else, that ought to help you offset that dining plan bill and move on from ramen and lentils right?
(Girl)
>oof, speaking of dining huh?
>No, thankfully I mostly eat the same things you would and I used to
>Being some kind of “plant type” creature, I’ll admit that I enjoy salads a touch more than I used to
>Thankfully the owl styled part of this body still needs meat so I’m definitely an omnivore like before
>This may be getting personal, but I will say that going outside for some son definitely feels better than before
>Being cooped up in my office or in a classroom and then getting to just sit outside and feel the light on me for a few minutes is a real pick me up
>Again, I’m going to pin that on the plant typing of my new body.
>Figuring out how you eat and drink with a beak was by far the most involved change to deal with after learning to talk

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>>58246062
>>58246153

>>58245708
Thanks and great writing (even with unfortunate timing)! I do worry that this is a bit much of a rambling stream of consciousness and a one sided “discussion” but that’s also how a lot of my professors talked. I’m open to more questions, or suggestions on where to go from here. Does professor decidueye:
>unwittingly become the archery coach and see the team to nationals
>learn to stop repressing some of the natural tendencies of the decidueye with the goal of learning to fly
>actually just teach Linear Algebra, Calc III and Diffy. Eq. while working on his research mathematically modeling the spread of pokemon in the population
>finally find a way to “reach these kids”

I guess the first attempt at this thread got zapped because there was too much spam, huh?

>>58246031
>would you kiss her anyway
Well, yeah, I would actually. Dating a ruse would require her to put her natural avoidant (we could even say duplicitous) tendencies aside in favour of clear and earnest communication, though, so it might not work out in the long run.

>>58246199
Why not all of the above? They're all fun ideas and none seem mutually exclusive with one another.

>>58245708
Oh my goodness, are we going to get protag and copanon crossover? And possibly the feds that were hanging out at the station butting their noses in as well? My body is SO ready.

That fight was fantastic, by the way - tense and exciting stuff. Protag is extraordinarily powerful, but still feels the human moral turbulence about using his full power, and because of that (and a little bit of inexperience) the fight was rendered far more even than it should've been and he wound up getting fairly hurt (I'm particularly concerned about his paw, given the whole pain never fading thing, although as I've mentioned before, ignoring the often hyperbolic nature of Pokedex entries is not merely justifiable, but in many cases preferable and in some cases downright unavoidable). It'll be interesting to see what he takes from this experience.

>>58246499
>Dating a ruse would require her to put her natural avoidant (we could even say duplicitous) tendencies aside in favour of clear and earnest communication, though, so it might not work out in the long run.
people can grow, anon, and so can ruses

>>58246499
well if you're in on the deception then you can be honest between the two of you, right? That would probably be a relief for her even

>>58246509
>>58246525
The pokedex makes a point to mention how strong the bonds between members of their pack are. I imagine once you’re “in” she’d be completely dedicated and would expect nothing less than the same from you.

>YouTubers when there’s a global crisis ongoing that just happens to be relevant to their interests
https://youtube.com/watch?v=ET-5e7THg_4
Imagine how many “but in the gaming world you’re the loser” types would claim to be an expert as people are transformed into pokemon, only to get decked because they have no experience handling animals or talking someone down from an accidental emotional rampage.

>Wake up as a Chatot
>Pro: You can now replicate any noise you’ve heard perfectly
>Con: When you try to talk normally, it sounds like YTP sentence mixing

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Ongoing Stories:
Transformed Into a Lucario
https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se
Herding Cats
https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-1
SuperMachoMon
https://pastebin.com/VRgz8SLp
Policeman Story
>>58234696
Cacturn Story
>>58212001
Abra Digi-fangirl Story
>>58233259
Professor Decidueye
>>58236334

Previous Thread
58243090
Original Thread
>>58048324

>>58247531
>PINGAS

>>58248014
Why the devil did we get pruned yesterday?

Guess no on is here.

>>58248226
Who knows.
The literal schizo shitposter didn't help, that's for sure.

>>58247531
>OOH, LOOK AT ME, I'M JOSH, I'M [whack off] ALL DAY LONG, GIRLS? NO THANK YOU, MA'AM, I GOT ME A [boner]

>>58247531
>>Con

>>58245998
>"Ah gosh darn it, I got catfished again!"

>>58247531
>THAT'S GAY LUIGI TO YOU

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pokemon (or at least some of them) are able to understand human speech and even language, right? is there anything stopping a ditto from giving itself vocal chords and speaking as a human would?

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>>58249225
>In a Bubbly High Voice: "Hi, me girl, me hunger, give food to me, girl need food badly"

>>58249225
>>58249255
That would be some invasion of the bodysnatchers level shit for most people.

>>58247531
>I’m going to get the tuna salad sandwich. How about you anon?
>>Chicken-n-winnigish sallaD

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>>58234696
The drive to the station was relatively uneventful.
You were talking about your next steps and going out to buy a toilet and CCTV camera after work.
Your colleague was just blasting his playlist the whole way through.
With such hits on it likeBad Boys, he certainly wasn't beating the stereotype.
You personally didn't mind, andin a way you kind of liked it.
There was a certain appeal to pulling into the station's parking lot while blasting Bad Boys.
You stepped out of the car and went inside.
The fed chick from yesterday was still there, but something was off about her, but you couldn't tell what.
You were just going to get what you needed to do and go on patroll.
Unfortunately for you, your plans were delayed by another fed showing up.
This time it was some guy from the CDC.
Guy showed up in a yellow hazmat suit like he was entering some modern-day leper colony.
He just stopped everyone from working to tell us about how the people at the CDC used an AI to go through Pokemon reports and concluded that our town was above average in the number of Pokemon showing up.
In addition, he said something about it maybe being contagious and taking precautions against getting infected.
In that case, most people here would already be infected and just waiting to show symptoms.
Considering that 90% of the people in the building were exposed to Pokemon in the last few days.
That honestly could have been an e-mail, considering how much he told us.
He finished and proceeded to go and bother the captain like all other feds have done till this point.
You decided to continue doing your paperwork.
You overheard the captain yelling.
The man was certainly not in the mood for more federal agents showing up and making his work even harder.
After a while the CDC guy in a hazmat suit left the building in a quick stride to everyone's joy.

>>58212001
>When I enter the living room, dawn has brought enough light for me to see the inflated pool beside the couch.
>Did putting it close by make it easier for her to place an illusion on the couch next to me?
>It doesn't matter now. I push the chair around so it faces the hallway to her room.
>Then I sit and wait.
>...
>A blue glow surrounds the door and it opens.
>For a starfish, she makes walking upright look surprisingly natural.
>She freezes when she sees me sitting with my arms folded.
>Her red gem glints in the light, her back set of arms continues slowly spinning like a lazy gear.
>I have no clue what is going through her head.
>For a bit, I begin to doubt that she has noticed me. Maybe she doesn't recognize me?
>No, she's not that dumb. Even with my new face, she must know exactly who I am.
>She makes a slow warbling sound.
>It could be a grumpy sound, or sorrowful, or relaxed. I have no clue what to make of it.
I can't understand you.
>My voice is scratchy and rough, a little quieter than I intended. My throat may as well be made of sand. Somehow it doesn't hurt.
>She responds with another warble. By context, I assume she understands me at least.
>She leaves the hallway, levitating a pencil and scratch pad from a side table.
>She writes "I am sorry." in large letters. The pencil had pressed lightly with thin lines and mathematically perfect curves.
>I watch the pad for more, before eventually looking back to her.
>She might be staring back. Or looking anywhere else. Or her "eye" might be closed. I cannot tell.
Is that it?
>The paper floats still for awhile before she writes again.
>"What do you want to ask about?"
>A remarkably cold and direct answer. I take a deep breath, my chest creaking.
Why?
>Scratch scratch scratch.
>"I was scared. When you got home, you were scared too."
>She tears that sheet off and continues.
>"I wanted things to be normal again. I only hid it because of that."

>>58250149
How long were you planning to continue like that?
>"I don't know."
What about the chores? I was doing all the cooking and cleaning. Why were you making me do everything?!
>I tried to raise my voice, but instead it came out more like a low growl. I'm not sure if I actually hit my body's max volume or I just haven't figured out how to use my voice yet.
>"I wasn't sure how to do them. My body is too different." Tear. Next page. "I got too comfortable. I should've stepped up. Sorry."
>I rub my head.
For the last month, I have only existed outside of this house. I've been dealing with aching muscles and an aching brain because of how you used your powers. I didn't understand any of it, but I endured it every day! Then I'd come home and you were making me your mindless puppet! I didn't have a single thought that was my own! Even now, I have no clue how many things you've made me forget! How could you do this?!
>"I didn't know I was hurting you like that." Tear. "I am so sorry. It must have been horrible."
>I catch myself glaring at her.
>I try to stop, relax, and take a deep breath. My lungs rattle.
>It makes sense. Carolyn could never knowingly do this to me. It makes sense that she wouldn't understand what it was like, she had never been entranced by a psychic pokemon before.
>It's hard to feel that she's genuine though. She doesn't have a face to show how she's feeling, am I just imagining the worst in her?
>I try to look at her again. I can't stand it.
I... I need some space.
>I head out into our back yard.

>>58245998
In BW a Zoroark pretends to be a human to the point of speaking. They already can.

And with that new ditto... THey're changing. Give it a few more gens and we'll have pokemon that can talk.

>>58249170
why the fuck do you think a YTP sounds like Spamton

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Continuing the lucario story from here: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se
Reposting because the last thread got jannied.

>Yanking the collar threw him off balance.
>The punk stumbled forward, eyes widened by the sudden escalation.
>Bumping into his houndroom surprised the canine.
>The endless barking stopped.
>Confused, the hellhound turned to see why his master tripped over him.
>The split second was all you needed.
>Kicking off the tree trunk sent you rocketing towards the tangled duo.
>’Always go easy on a human.’
>Before the collision, you distinctly remembered someone shared that advice.
>Someone who cared.
>You took it to heart.
>This wouldn’t hurt much.
>You just needed the leash.
>Bowling into the kid knocked the wind out of him, sending him stepping backwards.
>With reflexes no human could match, you twisted his torso to keep him from slamming his head into the pavement.
>The speedy strike startled the houndoom enough to make it jump from the sudden violence.
>If it had any sense, it would stay back.
>Away from the alpha.
>More cussing and an ineffective slap were all the boy mustered.
>Lucky for him, he let go.
>Off-balance, he had no leverage to hold the leash.
>You ripped the chain-link leash away.
>His hands were confused whether they should punch you or steady himself.
>By the time his brain registered he’d been knocked over, you already squared off against the houndoom.
>All within three seconds.
>It furiously resumed barking.
>The houndoom poised itself for action, locking its eyes onto yours.
>It pounced forward an inch every few barks.
>Like it was testing you.
>Hoping you’d flinch.
>Letting you know it could, and would, truly spring upon you at any moment.
>It was poised to strike, legs coiled and head low.
>Behind it, their spaded tail coiled like a scorpion stinger.
>Cracking the leash an inch from the houndoom’s nose made it think twice about coming closer.
>But this was seconds away from coming to blows.

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>>58250415
>Flames drooled from its mouth and sizzled on the ground.
>Punching a dog, even if it looked like it came from hell, did not sit entirely well with you.
>It wasn’t some insect, it had an aura of sapience and intelligence.
>It can be calmed down.
>It could be…
>It could be ended now.
>If you pressed forward.
>Strike while it thought you cowered.
>The lucario saw it as the beast it was.
>The lucario wanted to strangle it.
>Wise as it may have been, you compromised.
>A chance to end this peacefully was there.
>Slim, but there.
“Calm. It. Down.” You demanded.
>The wannabe-thug, rubbing his shoulder, cussed you out.
>Irrational and angry, his voice rose louder.
>Houndoom mirrored his master.
>It had enough.
>With flames licking the corners of its mouth, it pounced.
>It leapt just as you cracked the leash, giving you little time to respond.
>Smart.
>Or dumb luck.
>You couldn’t assume the latter.
>On instinct, you moved closer rather than leaping away.
>You brought your arm beneath its jaw, pressing against the neck.
>There was just enough leverage to keep the huge dog’s jaws at bay.
>Ebony claws swiped at your chest, batting your iron spike.
>It stung, but the manilla-colored chest fur kept any damage to a minimum.
>With the houndoom balancing on its too hind legs, you pushed forward, hoping to knock it on its back.
>Tying the chain around it would end this quickly.
>The houndoom was already a step ahead.
>The canine leapt forward, coughing smog and liquid bile into your face.
>Decay and sulfur struck your oversensitive nose and burned your eyes.
>Shoving the animal aside, you stumbled away from the haze.
>Opening your bloodshot eyes fiercely stung.
>Good thing you didn’t need them.
>With your eyes closed, the pokémon thought you were blinded.
>Dare circled you, yapping and barking at the while.
>You didn’t need aura to tell where it was.
>Winding the chain up, wrapping it around your paw, you prepared.

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>>58250418
>The hound hunched back in preparation.
>Preparing for another pounce, you adjusted your stance by millimeters.
>Widening your paws.
>Lowering your center of gravity.
>It was a complete mistake.
>A noise like a howl and a belch preceded a roaring fireball erupting from the hellhound’s mouth.
>Your stance was off enough to delay your escape.
>Chemical flame, foul smelling and hot enough to blacken pavement, caught a foot.
>Whirling through the air was enough to cool the burn, but the damage was done.
>It was like stepping into a hot, bubbling oil fryer.
>You shrieked.
>The pads of your paws, singed and raw, pulsed with pain.
>By the time you refocused, the hellhound hacked another glob of fiery spit.
>It wasn’t as potent as the first.
>Success emboldened the dark-type.
>That was a feeling you could exploit.
>It went wide, landing close enough to the teenager to make him scurry behind his truck.
>The boy and his dog were hopeful.
>They were confident.
>Smug.
>Dashing that confidence was a delicious confidence boost.
>It drove you through the pain.
>Rearing back to hack another fireball, you thrashed the leash.
>Closing the distance gave you all the bigger target.
>The metal chain lashed the side of its orange sound.
>The fireball building in its throat died the instant it struck true.
>The houndoom shrilled, coughing toxic smoke in the air.
>Dare pawed at his snout, and it came away bloody.
>The attack could not have gone better.
>The canine hadn’t realized the chain wound itself around an aged, ivory-gray horn.
>Gleefully, you yanked the chain toward you with excessive force.
>Your plan to end the fight with a will-placed palm strike was not to be.
>The houndoom, fast on its feet, turned an ungainly stumble into a dead sprint.
>Using the momentum you gifted it.
>Dropping the whip, and using both hands, you again barely kept the infernal, flaming jaws away from your neck.

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>>58250421
>Letting the dark pokémon crash into you had its benefits.
>The dog wasn’t expecting you to fall over, and you managed to turn its bite into a headlock.
>It wasn’t as strong as you wanted it to be.
>It wasn’t a perfect grip
>But it was enough to work with.
>You fell backward, pulling the surprised Houndoom with you.
>Your fall was controlled.
>Dare had no such luxury.
>The quadruped, flailing about, managed to nip a hand as you drove his head to the pavement.
>Without leverage, it didn’t break any skin or bone.
>But the grinding crunch burned hot.
>Irritating toxins and the embers flickering in its throat charred your fur and skin.
>Your hope to again end the fight was short-lived.
>The demonic horns atop the houndoom couldn’t completely protect it.
>But they served their purpose.
>The otherwise concussive blow to the head became a nasty, weatherable, hit.
>The horns ground into the concrete, sounding like stone on stone.
>Its muzzle followed.
>Growls turned to a painful yip.
>Houndoom biology could handle corrosive acids and searing flames.
>It couldn’t handle this level of friction burn.
>Fur and flesh chafed against the porous asphalt.
>Dare kicked his legs, shakily trying to scratch you.
>He trashed his head, hoping to escape.
>His whined and barked, pleading for help.
>Adjusting your grip around its gray, bony neck-rib ensured you wouldn’t get bit again.
>It’s claws pawed at you.
>Dark energy trailed Dare’s nails, but it did little more than ruffle your fur.
>You squeezed tight.
>Slowly, the kicking weakened…
>The canine gasps drew longer…
>You felt its breath slow…
>And then you were stabbed.

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>>58250424
>Lancing pain seared through your left arm.
>Your widened eyes couldn’t make out what it was.
>Just beneath your clavicle.
>It was so close.
>In the gray-black fur of your shoulder.
>A dark dagger.
>It pulled away, pulling a thin trail of blood with it that seemed to hover mid-air.
>Your grip weakened.
>Your left arm didn’t want to hold anything right then.
>The dark stiletto pulled back, and only then did you realize the source.
>The tail.
>The sharpened dirk it swirled around to keep balance.
>Your tail was far different.
>Full and bushy.
>For balance and betraying your emotions.
>This one was a knife-edge atop a thin, near furless stalk.
>A labored breath let you know Dare wasn’t out.
>You barely pushed yourself away in time.
>The bayoneted tail thrust where your eye was a moment ago.
>Rolling away, you pushed your thumb against the leaky wound.
>Blood wasn’t gushing.
>Raising your left arm, however, left you raw and shaky.
>The hellhound was worse.
>It panted for much-needed oxygen.
>It’s muzzle and nose were chafed and red.
>The discolored horns were stained a different gray where they crashed against the road.
>It righted itself to face you and let out a hoarse, gritty bark.
>You groaned.
>This thing would probably die before surrendering to you.
>The frustration almost blinded you.
>In the heat of combat, you’d barely noticed the change.
>Its aura was bruised.
>Like a cracked eggshell.
>Splintering ice barely containing what lurked beneath.
>The colors wobbled and ebbed, but it was there.
>It just needed a little push.
>Submission.
>Painful as it was, you opened your eyes.
>You weren’t sure if they were reddened and bloodshot.
>You hoped they were.
>The houndoom didn’t take kindly to your stare-down earlier.
>Now it faltered.
>For a moment, it broke eye contact.
>The fury in your eyes was unmistakable.
>For a second, it crouched a little lower.

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>>58250427
>With the lull in the fight, you channeled your aura more reliably.
>The ethereal energy swirled around you, most of it invisible.
>What coalesced around your paws wasn’t.
>Painful as it was, you stalked forward.
>Faltering would throw off the act.
>Your burned foot hurt.
>The paw pads were tender.
>A hand was sore.
>Your left arm was a noodle.
>All that faded away.
>What didn’t matter deserved no attention.
>You were focused.
>Its tail lowered, falling between its legs.
>Slowly, the spade-tip rested on the ground.
>Fire gave it some advantages.
>But its belly held only cinders now.
>The dark, aggressive confidence it once had now made it terrified.
>On some level, it knew.
>What tricks it had left could not best you.
>The pleas and cries from its childish master drove it no further.
>To your relief, its head bowed.
>Grabbing the leash on the ground, you moved with purpose to Dare.
>The whimpering dog avoided all eye contact, but that didn’t stop you from taking precautions.
>You pinned its tail and rested your body weight on its barrel before you got to work.
>Tightening the leash around its snout made for a makeshift muzzle.
>Dare didn’t like it.
>It put up a token resistance, relenting when you held its head to the ground.
>Reminding the hellhound just how much damage you could do if it roused your ire.
>Wrapping the chain around its legs felt unnecessary, but you did it anyway.
>Just enough to impede movement if it tried making a break for it.
>You opened the backseat and tossed the heavy dog onto the scratched, scorched upholstery.

>>58250431
Darn, I thought that Houndoom would win this time for sure

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>>58250431
>Dare’s coconspirator was on the other side of the truck.
>Still cursing and hollering.
>Reading his aura, he was torn between abandoning his truck and dog or making a break for it.
>Indecision rooted him.
>Good.
>You got uncomfortably close.
“Here’s the deal.” You began, putting on the tough act again.
>Not that you needed to.
>Even in the state you were in, out-fighting a human was hardly a challenge.
>The purple-blue aura flared around your hands.
“I need a ride to the police station…”

>>58246062
>>58246153
>>58246199
Loving your Professor Decidueye stuff.
All seem like great ideas. Learning to fly and seeing how much (if anything) he can carry seems like a natural first step.

>>58250149
>>58250156
So, does she do the inverted stomach thing where it pops out to envelop and digest food?
Pretty wicked if true.
You picked a real fun concept to write about. Hope you write more if you've got more ideas.

>>58246031
A zoroark who shows you their true self is a zoroark who trusts you with all their heart.

Share comments, ideas, etc. Love hearing your suggestions for new story snippets.

>>58250457
I plan to keep going, though you may have to wait awhile between pages.

>>58250491
I’m looking forward to the eventual “well shit, now what do we do” when they realize they’re both stuck and can’t go out of the house for groceries/work. Figuring out couples therapy is going to be a challenge too.

Was wondering if this thread had been reposted. You guys should really make a title for it

>>58250751
It’s hard to find a name that fits the proper tone of the thread. It’s surprisingly lighthearted for something potentially so dark but also so absurd.

Ever seen Digimon?

>>58250457
The whiplash of going from a mental breakdown over his family to brushing his teeth is kind of hilarious. It’s like he’s performing some kind of minty penance for lying.

>>58251939
Life goes on whether you have a fight with family or not.
Or whether you are a 4 foot Bipedal jackel.

>>58245998
I don't see why not. Pokemon are represented as having human or above-human levels of intelligence. Most psychic types can speak our language directly. Dittos can famously transform into humans without any noticeable differences. Meowth from team rocket was able to learn to speak human with effort, so there could easily be an on-call translation service available for companies to contract with via video cameras.
The only real barrier is their outward appearance. Which, honestly, is just racism at this point.
The only real thing preventing their total absorption into society is their instinctual urge to fight and grow stronger. Which could totally be resolved through normalizing it via daily or bi-weekly visits to gyms. Not like in-universe gyms, but like our gyms. Only equipped with pokemon center healing, specialty trainers, and arenas to safely allow them to get the competition they need to thrive.

>>58245998
>Picrel
Is this implying she was turned into a Zoroark?

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>>58234696
Small rewrite of >>58249815
>The drive to the station was relatively uneventful.
>You were talking about your next steps and going out to buy a toilet and CCTV camera after work.
>Your colleague was just blasting his playlist the whole way through.
>With such hits on it like Bad Boys, he certainly wasn't beating the stereotype.
>You personally didn't mind, and in a way you kind of liked it.
>There was a certain appeal to pulling into the station's parking lot while blasting Bad Boys.
>You stepped out of the car and went inside.
>The fed chick from yesterday was still there, but something was off about her, but you couldn't tell what.
>Some other feds were there as well, but you didn't recognize them.
>You were just going to get what you needed to do and go on patroll.
>Unfortunately for you, your plans were delayed by another fed showing up to waste your time.
>This time a guy from the CDCshowed up in a yellow hazmat suit like he was entering some quarantine zone.
>He just stopped everyone from working to tell you about how the people at the CDC used an AI to go through Pokemon reports and concluded that our town was above average in the number of Pokemon showing up.
>In addition, he said something about it maybe being contagious and taking precautions against getting infected.
>In that case, most people here would already be infected and just waiting to show symptoms.
>Considering that 90% of the people in the building were exposed to Pokemon in the last few days.
>That honestly could have been an e-mail, considering how much he told you.
>He finished and proceeded to go and bother the captain.
>"Do you think it is genetic or contagious?" asked your colleague.
>"Either way it sounds like bad news," you answered
>"Care to elaborate a bit on that?" he asked.
>"If it is genetic, the transformation might as well be inevitable but is at least predictable. If it is contagious, we have to deal with the existence of asymptomatic carriers," you answered.

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>>58252918
>"So inevitability and paranoia, huh? I'd prefer the former, honestly. I had my share of societal paranoia with Covid," he said while leaning back against the wall.
>"Like there would still be a bit of paranoia in it, however," you said.
>"What do you mean?" he asked.
>"Well, we don't know the age brackets of onset in that case. We don't even know if you could be born as a Pokemon. For all we know, one could turn into a Pokemon the next day after >being born or when on their deathbed," you answered.
>"In my opinion, one could probably narrow it down when it happens or maybe delay it using some medicine," he stated.
>"Maybe yes, maybe no. We don't know, and as of now the CDC just wasted the time of everyone here by not providing any explanations or solutions to the situation," you answered.
>There was some shouting heard from the captain's office that halted your discussion.
>In fact, the entire office went silent.
>The captain was certainly not pleased by the CDC worker obstructing his work even more.
>You couldn't really blame him, as in his position you'd probably have a far lower bullshit tolerance than he did.
>"Fucking feds..." muttered your colleague.
>"It takes effort to make the old man this angry," he continued.
>You just nodded in approval and returned to doing your paperwork.
>Your colleague, however, tried to listen in to make out what was happening inside.
>He didn't get much out of it, as the words were too distorted to make anything out.
>After a while the CDC worker left.
>Out of curiosity, you decided to take a look out of the station to where he went.
>There was a truck unpacking some medical equipment and building some temporary structures roughly 100 yards away from the station in the plaza.
>It looks like they are going to stay for a while.
>"Have you finished gawking yet?" you heard the clearly still angry voice of the captain behind you.
>"I want to have a word with you. Follow me to my office. Now." he said sternly.

>>58252918
Imagine if this was like a prion disease.
>It turns out humans are one errant protein fold away from being pokemon, who knew?

>>58253643
Would explain. Pokerus, and Deoxys

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>>58253643
This could get EXTREMELY dark EXTREMELY fast.

It would unironically be the worst case scenario if you think about it.
Unironic Pokemon cannibal cults.

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>>58251939
Believe me, I noticed the flow was weird too. Was too fun a concept to pass though.
If I was ever to edit it and take a real crack at forming a coherent story with some solid themes, I'd have to tone it back.

>>58253957
>Keep licking vanillite to absorb those delicious poke-prions
>Get Creutzfeldt–Jakob

>>58252398
The image is more implying she was a zoroark.

>>58254595
Practically speaking, what is the difference between a Zoroark disguising herself as a human girl, building a relationship with you, and revealing her true self, or developing a relationship with a girl and finding out she was randomly transformed into a Zoroark one day?

>>58255077
One of them wasn't lying to me

Is anyone here writing some that isn't in a second person perspective? I know this is hyper specific to me but I'm just not a fan of it

>>58255110
Of all the stories so far (>>58248014) Herding Cats is third-person, and Cacturn and Abra are first-person.

>>58246031
if it was a zorua absolutely would but less so a zoroark but maybe

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>Force = Mass * Acceleration
>You were a mathematician, not a physicist
>The purity of the field and its universal applications were what drew you to it
>You knew the basics and frequently used them to explain concepts in the courses you taught
>A ladder sliding down a building, a solution being mixed in a tank and the population of predators and prey were all common setups for questions in the textbooks you utilized
>Gravitational Potential Energy = Mass * Height * Acceleration due to Gravity
>How high were you?
>Assuming 10 feet per floor, this had to be at least 50 feet up, probably more
>You were standing near the railing of the top floor of faculty parking structure
>The solar panels above you gave a constant 60Hz hum to enjoy while looking over the campus
>Coming up on six months since the change occurred
>You really wished they would settle on a name for it already.
>You weren’t usually introspective but you couldn’t help but contemplate how far you’d come
>The change was one thing but living your life almost as if nothing had happened was something else altogether
>By now some preliminary research about the mental toll and intrusive thoughts of those that had been changed were coming out, ranging from past lives to instinctive tendencies
>When you woke up as this owl thing, you immediately tried to be as purposeful as possible in everything you did
>Thinking about your own thoughts was grueling but it seems like it helped you somehow
>Not once did you crave a mouse or try to hide in a tree or anything like that
>Volunteering with the research team probably helped too as you were under observation while still socializing with your no-longer-fellow humans

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>>58255191
>By now things had stabilized but the lingering fear stayed in the back of your mind
>Had you let yourself slip somehow and didn’t even notice?
>Even now, looking over your workplace of the last few years you appreciated the view
>Was this some kind of hunting instinct, or were you just enjoying the sunset after a long day from a view you never appreciated before?
>The key was never getting too wrapped up in second guessing yourself
>Your first reaction, if it made sense, was probably right
>The nightly wind picked up and you could feel it around you
>The feathers and leaves of your cloak-like wings kept you from feeling the chill of the early autumn air
>And yet, more ideas came to you
>It was the feeling of wind in your hair spread out over your entire body
>Man had always dreamt of flying and here you were in a body that seemed to be capable of it
>You looked over the edge of the railing and with your enhanced eyesight, could see the grass just as clearly as if you were standing on the ground next to it
>An object in motion tends to stay in motion unless acted upon by an external force
>Gripping the railing tight, you could almost visualize diving down and soaring back up even higher than the building before banking over and circling around
>Almost.
>An object at rest tends to stay at rest unless acted upon by an external force.
>Not today.
>You have papers to grade and study guides to prepare for the midterm exams
>You let go of the railing and back away from the ledge
>You just need to get through this week and then Fall Break would be coming up
>Jumping off a building would be insane
>Everyone gets those “call of the void” thoughts though, nothing wrong with that
>You probably wouldn’t have the strength in your wings anyway
>Maybe someday

>>58255110
I think I could turn it into first person, but I’m not very comfortable. It “comes out” in second person to me.

>>58255204
I liked the physics metaphors in this one. Maybe he should try jumping off something smaller first, though... hollow bones break easy.
I almost put mentioned yours as a first-person story before I went back to check.

would you still love your girlfriend if she got inexplicably pokemonified into a male mon?

>>58255635
Would she still love me if I was a worm?

>>58255204
Please, do not start rewriting a month of work just because I don't like the perspective. It's just my opinion

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>>58256326
The student Q&A session was written in first person, but the “prose” was second person. I’d be up for more of that if people had ideas for interactions the professor would have. I just don’t want it to start looking like RP.

>>58255635
Well in that situation they wouldn't be a "girl"friend anymore would they?

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>>58245998
Fuck no

Kys furFAGGOT

This thread is either gonna turn into a d*scord and die, run out of ideas and die, or get nukes by the jannies and die. Place your bets, which is happening first?

>>58257919
Second. I’m here for a good time, not a long time.

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>>58257919
>>58258041
'ate Discord. Writing until people stop giving (you)s or I'm out of ideas.
Join in the fun now. You happened to stumble into the right place at the right time.

https://rentry.org/t482u9hd

>>58258371
Stealth story drop? Nice. That’s an unfortunately fucked up setup. Good luck, he’s gonna need it.

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>>58250156
Feels very questionable how much she genuinely didn't know and how much is just the weak excuses of somebody who knows they've been caught. The next step is entirely up to Cacturneanon. He could choose forgiveness - take the approach that neither of them understand how to live with these new forms and they'll both be better off if they figure it out together - but if not he'd be well within his rights to kick Carolyn out or fuck off into the woods somewhere to learn what his new Pokeform can really do.

>>58250457
I'm sure you saw it, but check >>58246499 for my reaction to this update if you didn't. Short version - I loved the fight scene and I want this turn of events to lead to a copanon crossover.

>>58252918
>>58253232
The post at >>58249815 was a little rough, so the re-write is appreciated. Definitely curious what's up with the fed chick, and this conversation with the captain is bound to be interesting. Probably more than a little uncomfortable for copanon in all likelihood, but interesting.

>>58253988
I kind of agree with >>58252314 , actually, especially given that the boundless energy of protag's Pokeform wouldn't permit him to mope for very long.

>>58255191
>>58255204
ProfD should try jumping into a pool or a ball pit or something if he wants to try learning how to fly. It's certainly quite a far cry from copanon's Noivern, who was up and flying by pure instinct almost immediately. Very interesting contrast. I like how he has some of the analytical nature of Digigirl, but more neurotypical, and how that's helped stave off the intrusive thoughts. Good stuff all around.

It's really neat that so far all the stories are forming interesting parallels and contrasts to one another without blatantly contradicting one another. I do apologize for the lack of Macho updates. Dunno if I'll manage to get one in this week, but if not then early next week at the absolute latest.