Do you ever think about how some Pokémon, if they could talk and think like humans, could just join society as if they used to be one?Lucario and Zoroark are easy examples, but other mons like a Machamp or a Decidueye, for example could probably pull it off too.
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
>>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 lifeThis is my third time typing this dagnabbit
>>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
>>58246062>>58246153>>58245708Thanks 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 anywayWell, 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.>>58246199Why 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
>>58246499well 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>>58246525The 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 interestshttps://youtube.com/watch?v=ET-5e7THg_4Imagine 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
Ongoing Stories:Transformed Into a Lucariohttps://pastebin.com/dNfCG4seHerding Catshttps://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-1SuperMachoMonhttps://pastebin.com/VRgz8SLpPoliceman Story>>58234696Cacturn Story>>58212001Abra Digi-fangirl Story>>58233259Professor Decidueye>>58236334Previous Thread58243090Original Thread>>58048324
>>58247531>PINGAS
>>58248014Why the devil did we get pruned yesterday?
Guess no on is here.
>>58248226Who 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
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?
>>58249225>In a Bubbly High Voice: "Hi, me girl, me hunger, give food to me, girl need food badly"
>>58249225>>58249255That 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
>>58234696The 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."
>>58250149How 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.
>>58245998In 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.
>>58249170why the fuck do you think a YTP sounds like Spamton
Continuing the lucario story from here: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4seReposting 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.
>>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.
>>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.
>>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.
>>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.
>>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.
>>58250431Darn, I thought that Houndoom would win this time for sure
>>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>>58246199Loving 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>>58250156So, 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. >>58246031A 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.
>>58250457I plan to keep going, though you may have to wait awhile between pages.
>>58250491I’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
>>58250751It’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?
>>58250457The 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.
>>58251939Life goes on whether you have a fight with family or not.Or whether you are a 4 foot Bipedal jackel.
>>58245998I 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>PicrelIs this implying she was turned into a Zoroark?
>>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.
>>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.
>>58252918Imagine if this was like a prion disease.>It turns out humans are one errant protein fold away from being pokemon, who knew?
>>58253643Would explain. Pokerus, and Deoxys
>>58253643This could get EXTREMELY dark EXTREMELY fast.It would unironically be the worst case scenario if you think about it. Unironic Pokemon cannibal cults.
>>58251939Believe 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
>>58252398The image is more implying she was a zoroark.
>>58254595Practically 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?
>>58255077One 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
>>58255110Of all the stories so far (>>58248014) Herding Cats is third-person, and Cacturn and Abra are first-person.
>>58246031if it was a zorua absolutely would but less so a zoroark but maybe
>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
>>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>>58255110I think I could turn it into first person, but I’m not very comfortable. It “comes out” in second person to me.
>>58255204I 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?
>>58255635Would she still love me if I was a worm?
>>58255204Please, do not start rewriting a month of work just because I don't like the perspective. It's just my opinion
>>58256326The 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.
>>58255635Well in that situation they wouldn't be a "girl"friend anymore would they?
>>58245998Fuck noKys 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?
>>58257919Second. I’m here for a good time, not a long time.
>>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
>>58258371Stealth story drop? Nice. That’s an unfortunately fucked up setup. Good luck, he’s gonna need it.
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>>58250156Feels 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.>>58250457I'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>>58253232The 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.>>58253988I 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>>58255204ProfD 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.
>>58253643Reminds me of the old Project Zomboid theory that the outbreak was started by prions in Spiffo's BurgersMaybe pokemon merch is growing prion diseases in them and doing this? Until someone figures it out for certain, I'm convinced it's the truth
>>58259942Well OG writefag was very clear that the cause should always remain a mystery, so you'll be convinced for a long time there.>>58258371Aah, fresh meat. Guess I'll be calling this guy Pichuguard. It's a lot darker than any of the other stories since far, but not every interaction with Pokekmon can be all sunshine and rainbows. I will say this immediately - I think it's VERY unlikely that Scyther is actually dead. You'd need a lot more than a simple 2x4 to keep a 'mon like that down. Even with a type advantage, there's no way Pichuguard is taking that thing on, so he needs to get the Hell outta there and find help. On the plus side, plenty of people will likely be willing to help an adorable, helpless Pichu.Incidentally, Pichu evolves by happiness, so in order to grow a bit larger so he can function a bit better in a human-scaled world, Pichuguard is gonna have to achieve a sense of fulfilment and self-actualization at his current, manifestly-too-small-to-function size.Heh. Good luck, Pichuguard. You're gonna need it...>>58251826I still think Transformation General, with the current crop of stories being listed under something like "We Were Pokemon-verse", would be fine.
Trying to stick to my own plans, but >>58260053 gave him a good name so I'll take that. Promise it won't stay as grim as the first parthttps://rentry.org/pichuguard#2
>>58260679I love it. Pichuguard is an uncreative fella and lets his bad assumptions (as if either his Pichu OR his human forms could remain a suspect in the murder of somebody who will've very clearly been hacked apart by enormous blades for very long... unless there's a blood-covered bastard sword also lying in the alleyway that I don't know about...) drive him to make a succession of bad decisions that will inevitably lead to shenanigans aplenty. Bro's so mistrustful he would rather deal with rat poison, angry dogs, vents with questionable air quality and humans with brooms than just ask somebody for help.Everything that's about to happen to him will have been ENTIRELY of his own making and I am HERE for it.
>>58260679Cool concept. Also I’m always on board for more smallmon slapstick.
>>58253232>You didn't know what the captain wanted from you, but you had your suspicions.>The Pokemon theme was playing from his computer as he was seemingly binging the anime in the background.>A box of doughnuts took up space on his desk.>"Take a seat," he ordered you.>"Feel free to take one if you want," he said while pointing to the doughnuts.>You decided to take one of them, not wanting to agitate the captain after what happened with the CDC guy.>"So. Now tell me why your colleague left you behind yesterday when he dropped off that druggie here," he said in a stern voice.>You knew he wanted to know what happened during your Salazzle encounter.>And you didn't know what to tell him or even if you should tell him.>You were getting nervous.>You could tell him the truth about the fact that you encountered another human that turned into a Pokemon, or you could try to fabricate some bullshit.>Unfortunately, you doubted that the latter would work on a man who worked in this job for so many years.>Trying to change the topic or deflect it wouldn't work either.>There was no way out; you had to get clean.>"The woman we went to perform a wellness check on has... Turned," you said in a quick and hushed tone.>"She accidentally destroyed her door and needed it replaced. Her mental state wasn't good at that point, so I decided to stay and make sure she didn't harm herself," you followed up.>"Why didn't you bring her here?" He lowered his tone to match yours, catching up to what you were planning.>"We couldn't. She has abilities that could corrode metal in seconds. If we tried to move her, our car would have turned to dust at the smallest bump on the road," you quickly stated.>"You could have at least informed us about the situation!" he rose up from his seat and whisper-shouted at you.>"We didn't want to risk getting the feds involved in her state," you stated.>The captain's anger deflated as quickly as it inflated.>He focused on his internal thoughts.
>>58262386>The captain sighed like he empathized with your situation.>"I get your actions. I really do. I just wish I had a heads-up about it earlier. At least I hope you didn't just leave her to her own devices after you drove off," he said.>"No. We exchanged information to stay in contact. Her last message to me was an hour ago," you answered.>"Well, at least the two of you did something different. All that was achieved with that seal girl was getting her a bigger pool and putting her family home under semi-quarantine," he explained.>"We had plans to move the family somewhere quiet so that they wouldn't need to deal with the media vultures, but the feds blocked the idea," he followed up.>"Why?" you inquired.>"I, too, would like to know. But if I did, my job would be easier, and we can't have that," he said with irritation.>"You know? The only people who didn't make my job more difficult were from the military. Those guys are at least helping with roadblocks. Everyone else either didn't help at all or made my job actively more difficult," he followed up.>"And that man from the CDC?" you asked ascuriosity got the better of you for a moment.>"Don't even get me started on them. Because we as officers have had a lot of contact with Pokemon in the last few days, they want to collect medical data from us," he stated with dissatisfaction.>"What type of data?" you inquired further.>"What do you think? Everything. From urine and stool samples to blood and spinal taps. And if they find something suspicious, they'll even put you under quarantine," he said.>"Isn't that good in the long term?" you asked.>"Maybe. The problem is that we are already short-staffed, and we can't really afford to have an officer or even multiple officers unable to do their jobs," he said.>"I'm sorry for getting carried away. I'm just so tired by all of this," he said in a defeated tone.
>>58262747>In a way you felt like he wanted to just confide his experiences with someone so he could let his anger out.>He became significantly less agitated afterward.>"Returning to the subject at hand. Are you sure she is going to be fine? Maybe we should send some psychological help her way, considering the way you described her mental state?" he >asked concernedly.>"I don't know. It could possibly help, but I don't want to risk the feds finding out. The less people know about it, the better, in my opinion," you stated.>The captain entered his thoughts again.>"Do you think that communication via text will be sufficient? I still think we should get a psychologist involved either way," he said it coldly, like he was calculating things.>"The thing is that her biology has completely changed, so as of now she can't use any medicine and can only do therapy, and I'm not sure how it would interact with her Pokemon >instincts. Yesterday I worked hard to get her trust, and sending in someone else who doesn't get her situation might backfire, I'm afraid. I don't want to risk her feeling abandoned, >especially as she doesn't have anyone else to turn to," you explained your stance.>"I will try to visit her when I get the opportunity. Maybe after a while I'll manage to convince her to reach out to other people again," you followed up.>"I can see it working in the short term, but you might get problems when dealing in the long term. You are a good cop through and through, and I have to commend that," he said.>"Hmm. Perhaps if you could get more people who turned into Pokemon involved, we could get a support group of sorts rolling," he stated with hope in his voice.>"That could work," you replied.>"Well. I guess we both know what needs to be done," he said.>The two of you talked over the details of this plan for a while before returning to your duties.>As you were exiting his office, you saw a brownish stain on the wall, like a liquid had been spilled on it.
>>58245998>Do you ever think about how some Pokémon, if they could talk and think like humans,they think like humans, as you see in the anime and manga, however they can't talk, even when...>Alakazam has 5000IQ>can even telepatically talk human language
>>58263167can't even*
>>58250431>Did this count as carjacking? >In a way, it was.>The kid cooperated as much as you expected.>Babbling.>Swearing.>Threatening.>Even tried making you flinch with a fake punch.>Raging hormones, inexperience, and a two-digit IQ.>A bad combination. >But it was all an act.>Were you human, you might have bought the tough guy show.>Big talk and big swagger.>His aura told you everything.>He was a chameleon.>False, shimmering colors.>A terrified undercurrent.>An animal hissing and baring its nubby fangs, vainly hoping to scare the looming predator off.>Speaking was never your strength.>Given the circumstances, it wasn’t hard to convince the youth.>Persuasion came easy when you had bloodshot, crimson eyes and a scowl that would worry a bear.>Voluntary surrender, you told him, looked better than public arrest.>He bought it.>Knowing he couldn’t outrun or outfight helped too.>You kept the houndoom bound and pinned as he drove.>Its few struggles and groans were silenced with a firmer hold.>Not once did the boy’s talking cease.>He’d moved from anger to bargaining.>Mom and Stepdad and the dog and the cops and anything and everything.>A nervous talker.>If he had any sense, he’d keep quiet until he got an attorney.>No chance that’d happen.>You kept quiet >At no point did you let your guard down.>The cab smelled of tobacco and sun-dried upholstery.>Everything spilled in this vehicle in its lifespan contributed to the staleness.>Focusing hard enough, you sniffed old dog. >Wholly different from the one drooling caustic saliva by your side.>Supposedly the same, if the kid’s rambling wasn’t a lie.>Your old scent was wholly alien to you now.>Did this houndoom feel the same?>Was it confused by what it used to be?>Did it even register?>It fought like an animal wholly familiar with its body.>The kid was lucky it didn’t rip him apart.>If Dare listened and followed him, there had to have been something from before.
>>58263568>The Zeraora, if she was telling the truth, had no memory of being human.>Could’ve easily happened here.>Rounding a corner, you saw the police station was a hive of activity.>The sight was not a welcome one.>You’d driven past plenty of times over the years.>Never have you seen it even half as busy.>Tents marked with the local hospital’s logo were set up in the parking lot.>Field hospitals.>Containment and triage.>Filled with uneasy men and women of science.>Hazmat suits and respirator-wearing workers operated behind the white lab coats. >With so much of the parking lot occupied by health care workers, cars crammed together in the few remaining spaces.>The parking lot overflowed into some local businesses’ parking.“There.” You said, pointing at a lane designated with orange cones.>It went past the tents, likely meant for emergency vehicles. >For ‘infected’.>You fit the bill. >More moaning and demands you reconsider turning him in were silenced with a low growl.>Either of these groups had to have a kennel to hold this thing.>Maybe the police could train it.>Maybe these science types could study it.>So long as Dare was far away from this kid, you’d be satisfied.>You wiggled each limb, both eager and dreading to leave the truck.>Weak arm, sore paws, a burnt foot…>Reeking fur and in desperate need of a shower…>And worse…>That feeling was back.>The anxiety.>The further he drove into the lot, the more it spiked.>Aura was everywhere.>Concern, happiness, frustration, joy, apathy, disappointment, surprise, pride…>You didn’t want to notice.>Yet you couldn’t look away.>You should have called the police.>Asked a neighbor to do it.>Tied them up and ran off.>An overweight man waving his arms brought you back to reality.>The portly man seemed to be some kind of authority figure.>Furious at the boy driving where only official vehicles were allowed.>His tune changed when you dragged Dare out.
>>58263573>If anyone noticed you wincing, they didn’t care.>Much as you despised the man-contraption, the car took most pressure off your injuries.>Your initial call for a kennel was met with uncertainty.>The bystander effect kept both police and lab coats rooted. >A cop sprung into action first.>Lucky them, looks liked they’d get your catch.>Dare struggled little.>In fact, he was thrilled. >New people and strange sights kept his interest.>His simple mind got excited.>Loosening the grip on his horns slightly, let him see the others.>Anything to keep him from getting aggressive.>Hopefully the police had a big kennel in the station.>Pretty sure they had a police dog or two.>The police who came wore notably less PPE than the others. >Gloves and one mask were the extent of what you say, much to the mortification of the bleating researchers.>A small shouting match even started. >The powers-that-be weren’t in agreement.>Your aching body did not care.>After enough police arrived to control Dare, you hurried away from the growing crowd. >The argument got heated.>The anger was clouded by a strange mix of respect and scorn coming from all sides.>With a proper muzzle on the houndoom, the canine was taken inside and out of sight. >A few of the scientists followed the pokémon inside, eager to be among the first to study the new species.>You were exposed again.>Out in the open.>People followed you.>Police and lab coats. >Asking and demanding and suggesting.>So loud.>You hated this.>You heard everything and everything they couldn’t.“K-Kid sicced it on me.” You stammered.>You were ending this quickly.>This was excruciating.“Fought somewhere…” >You didn’t remember the street.>At least one officer listened.“That way. Somewhere that way, I…” You waved your paw in the direction you came from.>Even if you were calm, you wouldn’t have remembered the street.>You sounded so pathetic.>Any bravado from your fight was gone.>You felt weak.
>>58263581>A man in a full hazmat suit asked you to come with them.>The policeman asked you to give a full statement inside.>Staying would hurt more than what came next.>You tore off.>It hurt.>In the blink of an eye you already crossed the street.>You wanted to do things right.>Your ears flattened.>You really did.>Your tail was low.>The pulse on your brain lessened with every pained step. >Physical pain elsewhere took its place.>It felt exponentially more manageable. >This, you could deal with.>This was…>Gonna hurt.>You weren’t leaping right.>You didn’t land right. >You skidded across the roof tiles.>You bad arm didn’t have the strength to balance you.>Falling hard, your injured paw dragged across the old shingles.>The burn was enough to make you curse.>You bit down on a wrist spike to stop the scream.>The journey home was brutal. Updated pastebin: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4sePlease leave comments, thoughts, and all that jazz. Always love reading your posts!Truth be told, I wasn't planning on writing anything more with this scene. Was going to end it and explain things away in a paragraph. The other Anon seemed excited at the prospect though, so I gave it a shot. I'm not the biggest fan of how it turned out, but it was fun enough to share. >>58262386>>58262747>>58262959Keep it up, PoliceAnon! Remember what Terry Davis said to do with your vehicle if you noticed a glowing alphabet agency employee.>>58258371>>58260679Hey, this is fun! Haven't read the second part yet, but I'll get to that tomorrow.>>58255191>>58255204Enjoying your writing too. Feels like it comes from a place of experience.
Taking a break after this one. Really enjoy writing this, but I'm supposed to be doing other shithttps://rentry.org/pichuguard#3Also gotta make sure I read some more posts here. Only caught up with Herding Cats. Wish the other stories were posted in a rentry or pastebin, but I understand posting directly to this thread keeps it alive. I don't feel comfortable doing that. Know I'm gonna screw shit up from posting parts too quickly. Should probably slow down with my writing anyway
>>58263610Thanks. Thinking back about it now, the part about wanting to jump off didn’t come across as suicidal did it? I more so wanted to think about the freeing feeling of being in flight but also how, being practical, that’s such a crazy dangerous thing to think about trying.
>Wake up one morning>You were turned into Arceus>”This can’t be!”>And so it wasn’t>You’re instantly returned to your human form.
>>58263919Damn, this nigga has it bad. I dig the scumminess and the fish out of water tone, it's a fun story and the greentext format does it well.
>>58264653You gotta admit, eating a sandwich the size of you sounds pretty awesome.
>>58264421Nah, I didn’t read it like that at least.
>>58264421Didn't see it that way, but I get it.It would make more sense to start small though. Like running down a field flapping and jumping. Or maybe leaping off something much lower like a step stool.
>Mentally outlining a scene where Prof. tries to learn about the basics of aerodynamics>Realize this is just that scene from RioHuh. Keep thinking I guess
Signs of life. This part has been kinda kicking my ass but I'm still working at it.>>58263919Thanks for reading! It's funny that you've only read mine since it's the only one so far that isn't green.Loved the bit with the drunk dude, that was funny.
>>58267435I considered writing it normal, especially since I'm already uploading to rentry. I just think the greentext fits better. I imagine him as the kind of guy who does nothing but doom and gloom in threads about how shit everything is these days My favorite stories tend to be pretty light-hearted though, contrary to my writing. Also just like cats
>>58245998Did the Zoroak pretend to be a girl? Or is it a girl that got turned into a Zoroak?
>>58267729Actually it was a zoroark that got turned into a girl
>>58268613Zoroark transformed into a human girl?Would be a fucking nightmare scenario. >I can't disguise anymore.>I have no fur and I'm always cold.>My hair is short.>I move so slow now.>None of my muscles work like they should.>I can't defend myself anymore.>I have no claws.>I can't use dark-attacks.>I smell different.>I have no human-skills to get a good job.
>>58268637Well if she turns a white girl, she can still fuck dogs without being judged
>>58268637Oh the abject horror
>>58246031Jesus christ, learn to use commas.
>>58269244People get off to this. How?
>>58262959>You didn't expect the Lucario to return directly to the station, but it did.>In addition, there was a suspected criminal and his Houndoom, who seemed to be exact matches to those from a recent report.>A full 911 emergency team of police, medical personnel, and firefighters was sent to that neighborhood.>Most likely they won't have to deal with any Pokemon, but they'll still have to assess the damages and make sure no one got hurt or nothing bursts into flames.>The captain, on the other hand, was arguing with the head honcho of the CDC about who has the authority in this situation.>The CDC and forensic specialists were picking the car clean of anything that might be considered genetic material or evidence.>And the K9 unit had to borrow a fire proximity suit from the fire station just to deal with the Dark-Fire type.>Meanwhile, you and your colleague were made to make sure the wannabe very best, like no one ever was, didn't try anything stupid.>In your eyes he was just your regular upstart punk.>All the bravado that he might have had was gone when faced with two cops standing in front of him.>As expected, the kid bent like a wet noodle and confessed to everything.>The kid is in deep legal shit and can get sent to juvie depending on how the process goes.>Most likely they would just use already existing laws, so the kid is getting charged with assault, animal cruelty, and destruction of property, among others.>As for the Lucario.>It ran away; most likely its instincts kicked in when faced with a lot of people, some in brightly colored hazmat suits.>There might be an attempt to search for it, but you seriously doubted it, as last time it didn't work.>And the police at the moment have more pressing issues than a Pokemon performing a lawful citizen's arrest.>Like the feds shoving their fingers everywhere where they don't belong or Pokemon that can actually cause real damage.>And speaking of the devil...
>>58269579>The captain returned from his heated argument, followed by the CDC head honcho.>"Agent Moss, CDC," he introduced himself.>"I'd shake your hand, but circumstances make it impossible at the moment," he continued.>"I'm here to direct you to the correct quarantine tent for the suspect. Now please follow me," he stated.>You and your colleague didn't argue and followed him to the designated tent.>As you entered it, you saw that there was a relatively big box made from a reinforced type of glass or maybe a form of plastic with tubes and other medical equipment attached to it.>"This chamber was supposed to be for people who reportedly turned into Pokemon. But for now it will be used for holding criminal suspects who had contact with Pokemon," said Allen >after noticing your fascination with the chamber.>"Why use it though and not just put him in regular quarantine or any of our cells?" you asked.>"Because your captain requested a higher level of security than regular quarantine, but none of your cells were suited to be used for quarantining, so we came up with this compromise. >And by my and your captain's demeanor, you can safely assume that no one is happy in this arrangement," he said in a disinterested way.>You kind of got the guy.>As the police had to deal with them, they had to deal with the police.>A stupid pendulum of bullshit, you could even say.>"So can we now leave?" you asked.>"Sure, just make sure to take some of thosespecimen cups on your way out. Tomorrow we are going to begin testing." Moss replied.>Asthe two ofyou left the tent, you were approached by the woman from the FBI.>"Anything we can help you with, ma'am?" asked your colleague.>"Yes, there is something you can help me with," she said coldly, skipping her introduction and just flashing her badge in front of you instead.>You knew that this would be a long day.
>>58263610>It was one of those little joys in life.>You didn’t know you needed this.>Aloe vera squelched and oozed between your hands.>Already it felt hydrating.>Like drinking through your fingers.>Even the black-furred parts of your hands felt refreshed.>The build-up to the main event was almost holy.>Though all the toil and pain navigating through town with a bad foot, you knew this was your reward.>Your oasis in the desert. >Finally, relief.>Slathering it over your burned, bruised foot-paw was enough to short-circuit your brain. >If your skin could taste, it was peppermint.>It was a religious experience.>The smooth gel cooled your singed pawpads.>Blessed relief clouded your mind.>It made you dumb and you loved it.>It numbed the pain and it numbed your brain.>Finally, your nerves focused on something other than the pulsing burn.>Only after injury could one fully appreciate how often you relied on a part of your body. >You would forever take care of your paws after this.>Taking a blow to the head might have been less painful.>The aloe vera started evaporating. >Clammy, sticky reside spread from your hands.>Soon, your foot was next.>People drank aloe vera juice right?>Aloe vera in water?>Hopefully cold water wouldn’t wash too much of it away.
>>58270229>The tub’s crisp, chilly water pooled around your toes, again bringing you a taste of heaven.>You’ve never taken an ice bath before.>Some of those real high-end athletic centers and sports teams had those.>Helped with soreness and inflammation after a good workout.>Would be a good way to cool off after battling a fire-type too.>Closing your eyes, you let your creativity run wild.>With pokémon appearing now, maybe ice-types would be a common site in locker rooms. >Glaceon or those icy vulpix…>Maybe they’d curl up on top of a football player or something.>An endothermic blanket.>…>What other ice types were there?>Froslass?>If you remember right, those things were supposed to be dangerous.>Sneasel and weavile were half ice.>Wouldn’t want those claws near you though.>Cold water rose up your ankles. >Hopefully things would be nicer.>Society had strange growing pains right now.>How long would it take for things to calm down?>You sank deeper into the water.>Being so sensitive to emotions made you appreciate the power of positive thinking.>After today, it’s what you needed right now.>Things’ll work out.>>58269579>>58269869Cop's gonna glow with all the alphabet boys surrounding him.>>58267435>>58267567Take your time, love the way you write. Real unique and challenging problem for your main character.>>58269244Going on a quest alongside a now-human Zoroark to restore their powers sounds like it has potential.
>>58262747>>58262959Heh. The army being the guys you'd RATHER deal with in this situation is pretty funny. Poor cap - he's just the salt of the Earth - neither trained 'nor paid for this shit. Even if it's a bit heavy-handed in places, I appreciate the groundwork continuing to be laid for the support group idea.>>58263581>>58263610Pffft, "man-contraption". You say you don't like how this came out, but I appreciate how getting protag's perspective on what's happening at the station further emphasizes just how haphazard and disorganized the human response really is. Because really, what DO you do in this situation? There's no precedent and no procedures, so a lot of it just smacks of needing to be seen to be doing SOMETHING, ANYTHING, regardless of actual value. Per contrast, the military is using their heavy equipment to corral the most immediately disruptive and/or dangerous Pokemon, so unlike the alphabet brigades, they're actually achieving something.Jeeze, poor protag, though. That description of his agony was also worth the effort. Really sells that he is NOT okay after that fight, and the convalescing for this one might be tough even for him.>>58270229>>58270236Oooor alternatively he could discover an entirely new state of nirvana. That works too. Guess not ALL manmade products are terrible, huh protag? Given Lucario's justicey predilections, being instinctually drawn to positive thought does make a lot of sense. I approve.>>58263919I'd personally prefer Pichuguard to be the only one to get hurt by Pichuguard's chucklefuckery, but that's just me. Outside of that, this is a great extension of how his unfounded assumptions lead him up the garden path and, by all appearances, will continue to do so. It's not the least bit rational to be trying to hunt down this Scyther, but it makes sense to HIM. I'd also like to see how he adapts his apartment to suit his tiny needs.>>58264421I wouldn't say so. You're fine.
>>58269579>>58269869Sweet, I got my crossover! I like how even though he only catches a brief glimpse of protag in passing, copanon shows a better understanding of his situation and actions than anyone else. He really is turning into the Pokewhisperer. Your second post here's a bit rough again, but humanizing the alphabet guys so they're more than just convenient plot obstacles is a good place to take the station scenes. Very interested to see what FBI lady's deal is.>>58263919Oh, just noticed part 4 of Pichuguard's already up. Let's see...The image of a Pichu disaffectedly chewing nicotine gum is hilarious....huhOkay, I've been taking the piss out of Pichuguard for his assumptions, but unless we're going full unreliable narrator? No, to nobody's greater surprise than mine, it's ACTUALLY a legit case of "it's not paranoia if they're really after you". He's still a chucklefuck for trying to go it completely alone when he's being hunted by a far more powerful Pokemon, but I guess I gotta give him SOME credit. I really thought the Scyther would've only killed the supervisor because they just caught each other at an unfortunate moment, and even after being beaten up by protag he'd just move on with life like most Pokemon normally would after losing a fight, but I suppose this guy could be a former human who was a deranged serial killer or something and is now taking advantage of his newfound power to get his rocks off. Guess we'll see.I notice Pichuguard didn't seem to turn the TV back off before making his escape. Could make for an interesting wrinkle later.There's nothing normal in either universe about being "Pichu, Scyther hunter", but go off, friend.Can confirm sheltering in a tree IS better than some of his other plans, though not by much.THAT'S how his training winds up going and bro STILL thinks he can take on a Scyther who's successfully stealth-killing his way through the city. You're a funny guy, Pichuguard. Try not to get yourself killed.
Yeah I didn't want to post over the other stories when I finished thishttps://rentry.org/pichuguard#4>>58270493There are a lot of things that could be chalked up to paranoia, but scyther so far is not one. For everything else, they cannot be confirmed or deniedHave also read the posts in this thread (Only this one. Forgive me, I've been busy). Very fun to see the brief crossover. Would love to see more, especially with cop and lucario
>>58270236Job market's about to explode for pokemon
>>58245998Rusefox is weird in this regard. It can talk, not just say words but have actual conversations, implying that it has human-level intelligence... but only when disguised as a human. It just makes animal noises otherwise.Which makes me wonder just how intelligent it is and how it's illusion ability works. The word illusion implies that it's essentially just a hologram, the way it works in-game seems to confirm this, but if that was the case it would not be able to talk. Is it physically transforming? If that is the case then unless it's literally gaining a human brain it would still not be able to talk from just shapeshifting, Ditto can transform into humans but still can't talk. If this is the case, does that mean it's essentially getting lobotomized every time it drops it's "illusion" and becomes a Zoroark again?Or is it more like inducing hallucinations? Not physically transforming or visually disguising itself, but just making you hallucinate what it wants you to see? That would partially explain why it can talk since it could make you hallucinate sounds too, but as I said, it doesn't just say words, it knows what it's saying and can have conversations with humans, so it would again need to have human-level intelligence in order to do that.One could say that its hallucinations somehow are able to express what it wants people to think so that it's not directly speaking but the person is hallucinating hearing the general idea it wants them to think, but some of the things they have "told" people are too complex a concept for an animal to have. And again, if this was the case and it just wanted to talk, it would not have to make people hallucinate it's in human form to do so.Everything points to it having human level intelligence, and the only reason I can think of that it can only talk in human form is because it is physically transforming and gaining human vocal cords, but if that was the case why does being hit just once undo the transformation?
>>58271804Failed athlete that wakes up as a Cinderace and finally gets his chance to be a literal benchwarmer
>>58272415>Gay man forced out of the closet when transformed into a Quaquaval
>>58272341Actually had this conversation with a friend recently. Illusions can also be auditory. Not exclusively visual. It could project a voice with illusionsAlso it is most likely a real illusion and not a hallucination. Considering that multiple people are able to observe the same illusion and interpret it the same way, even if Zoroark is unaware of their presence. Unless Zoroark's illusion hallucinations just affect everyone in its proximity with or without it knowing, in which case the distinction is really irrelevant I think it is safe to say that Zoroark does have a higher degree of intelligence though. I'd hesitate to say it's fully on the level of a human. More like it mimics human behavior good enough to be convincing, which personally I find more interesting. Leads to a kind of Turing Test that raises to question of what really distinguishes it from a human being, and that can be a fun discussion in its own right
>>58272341It is explicitly stated in all pokedex entries that they're illusions.The word 'transform' is used once, and the second-half of the same entry says it can fool hundreds of people at once see their illusions. It isn't some freakish flesh change. Zorks operate with visual and auditory illusions. If you want to get into headcanon territory, their illusions might be good enough to fool other senses like smell or touch.
>>58273004Smell? Maybe. Touch, absolutely not. These illusions break on contact as seen in the games
>>58273058So much for fucking them. You could be going down on some hot lass and moments later she'll be this dog-like creature. This is why I prefer Mew.
>>58272868>I'd hesitate to say it's fully on the level of a human. More like it mimics human behavior good enough to be convincing, which personally I find more interesting. Leads to a kind of Turing Test that raises to question of what really distinguishes it from a human being, and that can be a fun discussion in its own rightThe one in Legends Arceus tricks you to a ridiculous degree that would not be possible without human level intelligence, or even without having studied you for at least a little bit if not for a while.
>>58273058>These illusions break on contact as seen in the gamesNot quite. They break when something attacks and hits them. When something is literally throwing a haymaker, burning them with a flamethrower, etc.For lore/story building purposes, (and again, this is all headcanon) one could surmise a gentle and expected touch like a handshake or pat on the back wouldn't be enough to disrupt the illusion.
https://rentry.org/pichuguard#5Time to face his enemy. A little sooner than he'd like
>>58274537Oof...I won't lie, for me this rather fell into a mystery losing its appeal the moment you explain it. There are several problems:1: Things escalate WAY too quickly. What's even the point of having Pichuguard go into hiding if he's just going to come out of hiding instantly to face the Scyther anyway? A more gradual progression where he continues to adapt to his new circumstances and maybe eventually learns that there was, say, ONE new murder at his apartment, rather than a whole bunch of them (incidentally, you're seriously telling me that even with Pokemon around the police can't investigate FIVE back-to-back murders? I don't buy that at all), perhaps allowing him to actually wrestle with guilt rather than being cornered by plot contrivance into a situation where there was only one possible choice he could've made, would've let us settle into his tale better and given the climactic fight scene more impact since it would've been properly built up to, as opposed to here were it feels a bit unceremoniously dropped on our heads. Both that and a noticeable drop in writing quality make feel like you might've been rushing things a bit.2: The actual fight/chase scene itself is very "modern superhero junket", from how incredibly public it is to the bevy of property damage. If the Scyther is happy to run around in the open slaughtering fools, why wasn't he just doing that already? I also find it hard to believe his blades would just happen to be conveniently dull enough not to behead Pichuguard when he catches him (you seem to quite overestimate how much wear and tear a Pokemon sustains from its daily activities), or that he'd bother holding off on beheading Pichuguard, dull blades or not, long enough to explain his evil plan.
>>582750953: Ho boy, his evil plan. While the idea of a former human who can sense when other humans are about to turn (or at least thinks he can) is interesting, the way you've implemented it here feels pretty nonsensical to me. Given his backstory, this guy should be being actively and effectively hunted, rather than completely off the radar up until the current scene. It's also just a generally unsatisfying answer in many ways. Unsatisfying because he's evidently been slaughtering potentially dozens (or hundreds?) with impunity while lacking any of the skills, charm, or wit that might make that believable and actually make this guy a compelling villain. Unsatisfying because if he's actually right then he's been slaughtering would-be transformees for no reason and accomplishing nothing other than rob this world of people we could've been telling stories about. Thanks, I guess? But above all, unsatisfying because this way there's no personal stakes in either direction. Crazy Scyther guy just has his idiotic "I'm on a mission from God!" type schtick where killing people to prevent them from transforming MUST be better because... lol, bitch be crazy, I guess... and Pichuguard was literally just in the wrong place at the wrong time. There isn't even the minor bit of personal connection of the Scyther being mad that he got his cheeks clapped (or conversely, of Pichuguard being mad because Scther killed his pet hobo). No, it's purely dumb ideology - purely completing the self-appointed mission. This entire encounter is the definition of "nothing personnel kid" and that coupled with the other issues kind of leaves me struggling to care.So yeah. Whilst I haven't really had cause to criticize any of the writings in these threads with any degree of real harshness up to this point, this the first instance where I feel like I've cause to say that one of them is genuinely losing me.Still, I might be off base here. Other anons please do correct me if I'm incorrect.
>>58274537I don’t have nearly as many thoughts as the other anon, mostly just >it‘s alrightPersonally I was expecting the Scyther to be completely oblivious to Pichu’s existence and this rivalry to all be in his headIt would be nice to build up the character and develop a narrative arc, but I realize we’re all just a bunch of yahoos on an Zanzibarian shoemaking website so you write what you want.I like the idea of a schizo turning into a pokemon but wish he was just a bit less coherent because it sounds like he could be telling the truth (or giving exposition)
>>58274537A bit too much too soon IMO.
Okay, clearly I didn't do a good job at writing thisMy goal was not to make him have an ability to sense humans who can transform. My goal was to make him schizophrenic, and just happened to get confirmation bias with him. Clearly I did not succeed with thisApologies for disappointing people. I'll workshop this
Is there any reasonable reason this 'Shit's turning into Pokémon' would be limited to just animals? If aspects of this fictional pokémon universe are being dragged into 'reality', would make just about as much sense the same would happen to things like rocks and trees turning into thunder stones and Apricorn trees.Could make for a fun story where an archaeologist or a miner is digging and winds up coming across a fire stone, and hijinks ensue when people with pets that turned into Eevee's or Vulpix's try to get their hands on it.
You're the fire starterTwisted fire starter
>>58276381Like I said, it was an interesting idea regardless of whether his ability is genuine or not, but I'd argue it was poorly executed regardless of whether his ability is genuine or not. I should also point out just for the sake of complete clarity that the hero and the villain obviously don't HAVE to have personal stakes in each other (protag and the punk with the Houndoom didn't and it works just fine there) and I don't mean to imply otherwise - I just think it just would've gone a long way toward salvaging proceedings in this particular case. And besides, it's seldom a BAD idea...>>58276387That's... actually not a terrible idea... Dunno if original writefag would want to make it part of his setting's canon, but if he doesn't you could still write that story outside of his setting. The scenario you posited sounds pretty fun.
>>58276381No need to beat yourself up over this.>>58276387>Hello Police?>My apple tree has turned into a cyclopean walking tree and is now trying to destroy my neighbor's grill.
>>58269869>You, your colleague, and the only dog handler from K9 that wasn't involved with the Houndoom were put into a search party by the FBI agent.>She managed to find some blood drops and blue tufts of fur in the kid's car, and she wanted to catch that Lucario.>You didn't know why.>Most likely some fed reasons you weren't supposed to know.>Either way, you had no other option than to go.>In short, the search itself was fruitless.>The trail left by the escaping Pokemon has proven itself to be more difficult than initially expected.>The dog lost the trail many times before finding it again on the other side of the building.>Neither the handler nor his dog was trained to deal with bipedal Pokemon parkouring over rooftops.>As the sun started to gain strength, your goose chase became more and more unbearable.>The dog handler and his dog were getting more and more exhausted by this whole ordeal.>By the time the party reached a busier road, the handler called it quits, as the dog had lost track and was exhausted.>At best you just narrowed down the Lucario's location to that certain direction.>At worst you just went and wasted time that could have been used better elsewhere.>During your return to the station, the fed chick seemed nervous all the way through.>You were curious about the reason that was the case.>By the time you returned, a couple of hours had passed.>The captain had an extremely displeased expression.>Not at you but at the fed that wasted your time.>You were supposed to be on patrol duty today and drive through the neighborhood, but that wasn't exactly made easier by what came later.>The area you were supposed to patrol was in the rough direction of where the Lucario had escaped, so the friendly neighborhood FBI agent decided to join you on your patrol.>You didn't know what her deal was, but it started to verge on an obsession.
>>58276955>You were half an hour into your patrol.>Neither you nor your colleague said anything during that time.>The FBI agent was sitting on the back seat where arrestees were kept.>In a way it was fitting.>Unfortunately for you, the silence would need to break at some point.>"You two are awfully quiet," said the agent.>"There isn't much to talk about," you replied.>"How isn't there much to talk about?" she asked, surprised.>"The world has changed, with billions potentially affected by it," she continued.>"And what is there to talk about? That the world is ending? Speculating on how this impacts the stock market? We know the answers to those questions, so we aren't wasting time on asking them," replied your colleague with a certain coldness.>You knew that he wasn't a fan of her.>In fairness, you knew that the only thing keeping him from telling her to shut up and fuck off was his desire to stay employed.>They continued to talk about essentially nothing for a while.>You, in the meantime, were looking out the window in search of anything worthy of note.>Occasionally using the rearview mirror to take a look at her, as it was perfectly angled to show you her while she was arguing with your colleague.>You knew previously that something was wrong with her, but you couldn't put your finger on it.>Now, as you were observing her, you noticed that her mouth movements were out of sync with what she said.>The constant fixing of her hair was also a strange behavior.>You'd consider it a form of OCD, but something was off about it.>There was something fake about her, something uncanny, and the more you saw, the worse it got.>At this point you wanted to speak in two eyes with your colleague and maybe inform your captain about this.>But for now you needed to find an opportunity to do so.
>>58277324>Hey FBI lady,>PUNCH BUGGY BLUE
>>58276955>>58277324Ohhhh snap, we got a spook!ruse on our hands! (either that or she knows how to illusion convincing fake credentials, which I guess is possible, but feels more unlikely to me) Of course copanon was the first to notice while his partner fumes obliviously. Copanon my GOAT.Though unrealistic, everybody refusing to talk about the wider implications because they're blindingly obvious is pretty damn funny.Since this is now the second ruse wanting to approach protag for help (I'm guessing that's her angle at any rate, given how nervous she is. I think if she was doing more stereotypical G-Man things like trying to recruit protag to the secret government Pokeprogram or whatever she'd be more confident), my headcanon is now that in addition to whatever their surface motivation, they're also just unconsciously drawn to being topped by natural justiciars, like Lucario and the Swords of Justice. It's their natural place in the world, y'know?
>>58278141Could be a Mew.
>>58278160I'd presume Ditto and Mew wouldn't have the lip syncing problem, since they're actually physically transforming their mouths, vocal chords, etc.
>>58277324>Agent Scully, but she’s secretly a ZoroarkWhoa momma!
>>58277324She could just be a great ventriloquist
>>58276955>You didn't know what her deal was, but it started to verge on an obsessionAww, she’s got a crush on him
>>58279634Like crushing on a superhero, or like a white woman moment?
Crackhead theory between Copanon's story and Lucarioanon's storyFed lady is another Zoroark, the ex-wife of the Zoroark and mother of the Zorua the Lucario was helping that ran off after going on a rampage shortly after transforming. She figures out how to do the illusion thing, manages to weasel her way into being a fed and came back to her home town to try and find this Lucario that helps other pokémon that supposedly had helped out what sounds like a Zoroark, regardless of whether or not she realises that pokémon is her ex.
>>58270236>It was too easy.>You didn’t like it.>As you watched the stopwatch tick higher, the surer you were you’d done it wrong.>Surely, you’d messed up.>You always messed up.>You didn’t follow your instincts.>Got hurt.>Should have struck fast and hard.>Couldn’t handle a few humans.>All you had to do was call…>Should’ve called. >Should’ve called Mom and Dad.>Should’ve called the police.>Should’ve given a statement.>Could’ve tied up the kid.>Would’ve knocked out the houndoom.>Could’ve done a whole lot worse than that…>Would’ve been the wise thing to do.>Should’ve. Could’ve. Should’ve. Could’ve. Would’ve.>Should go open a window…>No!>The exercise was nightmarish until the burn finally crept in.>Stronger than the heat and humidity combined.>It was your enemy.>Something to focus on and beat.>That, and the lawn was being mowed. >Good on the kid for keeping schedule. >For the first ten minutes, you weren’t sure if your form was right.>Only now, finally did this plank finally feel like exercise.>Something other than the heat.>Something other than your roiling mind. >You intensely concentrated on your form.>Toes curled, firmly planted on the carpet.>Your hands, spaced shoulder length apart, held your arms straight.>So long had you done this, you could feel the carpet making indents on your pink paw pads.>You squeezed your glutes and drew in your abs.>This was another form of meditating. >The tingle crept up your arms and radiated through your core.>The telltale sign of progress.>Your hips did not sag.>Your head did not relax.>Your knees never bent.>Straight as an arrow.>Your stamina was unmatched.>Ten whole minutes before a little burn.>You’d have celebrated were you not aiming for a high score now.>No way you could have done this before.>Two or three minutes tops. >That was great for someone in shape.
>>58281741>For a fit human.>You needed this.>Your abs vibrated.>A confidence booster.>Your arms shook.>A distraction.>Your tail twitched and your thighs trembled.>Had to be careful how you fell.>The wicked daggers on your wrists would gouge whatever toppled onto them.>You thought every second was the last, and somehow held yourself for another.>Imaging you were doing something heroic kept you going.>Just another few seconds to save the day.>A bead of sweat dribbled down the top of your snout, pooling at your nose.>Stop the explosion.>Beat the bad guy.>Save the girl.>Every strained muscle cried in unison.>Not even the strength to catch yourself remained.>You kept your hands clear, falling to the carpet. >The landing wasn’t pleasant.>You forgot about your chest spike.>The rest of your torso wanted to fall another couple inches.>Your chest did not.>An undignified wheeze forced itself out your throat. >And your spike claimed more victims.>Not only did it puncture the carpet, the ivory spire gouged the wood beneath.>The sound and sensation echoed through your thorax. “Ugh…” You mumbled.>Rolling over would take herculean strength.>With useless jelly arms at your sides, you relied instead on your hips.>Polyester and nylon fibers ripped and snapped, fighting a losing battle against the spike.“Great…”>Thought it would just pop out.>You’d closed your eyes, letting the lactic acid paralyzing your core disappear.>Halfway asleep, you realized something.>Or, the absence of something.>The dull whirr of the lawnmower…>You kept your eyes shut.>You didn’t move.>With aura, you saw without sight.>Just outside the window. >The boy.>Conrad.>Peering through a crack in the blinds.>In confusion and wonder and amazement.
>>58281745>>58271804Some pokemon would have unbelievable uses for jobs. >Sprigatito at massage parlors.>Timburr and its evos at any construction site.>Alcremie at a bakery.>>58274537Well, I didn't get around to catching up until now. Didn't read your fifth chapter I see others talked about, so I'll keep my comments positive. Sometimes you have to kill your baby in the crib, and that's okay. Only way to get better is by writing, and I'm glad you are.>>58276505>>58276387If you can make a fun story, go for it.>>58276955>>58277324I'm interested.Please share any ideas, thoughts, story concepts, etc. Always love your suggestions!
Lucarioanon when things go back to normal and he has to get a real job
>>58281741It's stupid because he's leaped over small buildings in a single bound but I think I'm more impressed by a 10 minute plank than any other feat of strength so far. Those things are lethal.>>58281745Uh oh, we're caught. Guess we have to kill him.Just curious, do you look up the images you're gonna use for every post or do you just have an infinitely deep folder of 'carios?
>>58282042I know, right? That shit's tough, burns like hell. Lucario's a real soldier
>>582820421,757 images in the Riolu/Lucario folderAll safe for work. I'll save it if it looks good.A habit I, for better or worse, picked up in high school after a few things I liked were purged from the internet.
>>58283095I respect your autism. Also appreciate that you didn't list the NSFW folder's size
>>58283122Not that inquiring minds wouldn't like to know, mind you.
>>58283095Damn that's big. I should probably start doing that too...
> Opens up the random generator, gets Delphox.> 4'11", 89lbs.> I can work with this, humanoid "enough" to make everything awkward. only 4 fingers on a hand.
>>58284033I hate how short my waifu is.
>>58284033Any Psychic type is a highroll if you work on your telekinesis. If you get fast enough at that it's even better than having full-fingered hands.
>>58283647At the very least, you'll have a big folder for images to toss out in 4chan discussions.Despite the phrase, not everything on the internet is forever. If it's good, save it.
>>58284079size variations are a thing now, anon
>>58285287>Getting tfd by a 2 meter foxYou might have given me an idea
>>58284033>*Ugh.* Why does my head hurt?>No, I *know* why it hurts. >I had a fifth upon the fourth and now I shan't be coming fourth upon the fifth.>Heh.. That'd be funny if I didn't feel like my head was being beaten upon by a sledgehammer.>Right. Get up. Water would be nice. Throat feels like I gave the Sandman a blowjob and tried swallowing. >Opening my eyes was probably the worst decision of the day. I immediately slam them shut as my mind goes blank from pain and I feel like I just looked into the sun.>My groan of pain sounded weird. Even to me.>Blindly sitting up in bed I manage to crack my eyes open in a slight squint and move a hand up to rub my muzzle.>My Muzzle?>*My* Muzzle!?>WHY DO I HAVE A MUZZLE!?>Looking across the room at the mirror propped up against the wall, next to the boxes I hadn't yet unpacked from moving in gives me my answer and I just *stare* at the reflection.>I turn my head left.>It turns its left.>I turn my head right.>*it turns its head right.*>Looking at my four fingered hand and wiggling them doesn't help any.>Matter of fact, I even recognize what I am. But *My* brain refuses to cooperate as the hammers continue ringing in my ears.>And of course, right on que, because my headache wasn't bad enough, and my day not quite screwed hard enough... Music makes an abortive start, and then my head explodes, my ears flatten, despite the hairtufts poking from them and I shove my head under the pillows with a pathetic whimper.>Where in the *absolute fuck* did that damned mariachi band come from!?>Kids laughing answers my question, my bedroom is overlooking a courtyard in the apartment complex.>Playground, Ramada and...I'm betting one of the kids is having their birthday today. I risk a look at the alarm clock...>**11:00A** blinks back at me, like an ominous inevitability that makes me groan.>And then my cellphone phone rings.
Now 6 stories. We are growing.
>>58281745Protag finally getting caught in most adorable way possible gives me life.>>58285418Welcome to the war, soldier! I love how Phoxanon here is living through a Hell entirely of his own making - his day would be precisely as miserable as it is now if he hadn't transformed. There's something special about that.>>58285464I think you'll find the current count is nine. Protag, copanon, Herding Cats, 0332, AbraGirl, MachoMon, ProfD, PichuGuard, and now Phoxanon.
>>58281819>You’ve never run faster.>At this speed, a collision would kill whoever you ran into.>Not that you would.>Your reflexes were far beyond human.>But if you did smash into someone, you wouldn’t stop.>Couldn’t stop.>Gray skies signaled the gravity of the situation. >The tracks ran through an avenue. >The dinging, donging bell tolls of the railroad crossing sang their warning.>They sounded ominous and drawn out in your dead sprint.>Distorted and unnatural.>Red lights flashed back and forth, reflecting softly off pooled rain in the road.>Striped beams descended, blocking the slowing and stopped traffic.>It made your job easier.>In less than a second, you bounded through the crossroad. >Drivers saw kicked-up puddle mist longer than they saw you. >If at all.>A train horn blared, the sound barely muffled by the vegetation and industry around the tracks.>You couldn’t see it.>You would in moments.>Huffing, you kept sprinting.>Couldn’t let up the pace.>You’d pushed yourself as hard as you could.>Your dry throat and leaking nostrils screamed with your legs to take a rest.>Your diaphragm, working overtime to supply your body with oxygen, stung like a rapier through your gut. >What speed did trains go here?>Hopefully the bend ahead was enough to make it slow down a little. >Cutting through a hedgerow to save every precious second, you dashed through the vegetation rather than leaping around it.>Closing your eyes and protecting your face, you powered on.>Bushes stood no chance against your speed, barely slowing you.>Branches and leaves exploded when you burst through.>The engineer blew the horn in rhythmic pattern, barreling down the railway.>In the dim light, you doubted the engineer saw you. >Beside the tracks, you had to respect the beast.>The massive freight train wasn’t fast, but the power behind the engine was undeniable. >Looking down the tracks, this engine must have had a hundred cars behind it.
>>58285832>That needed a long time to stop. >The bright headlight came closer, reflecting on the light rain coming down in front of it.>You needed a second.>Running through your head how to do this.>It wasn’t too different from jumping house to house.>It couldn’t be.>But things were wet and slippery. >Leaping onto a moving train wasn’t something you just did.>This thing wasn’t stopping for anyone.>The machine chugged past, quaking the ground as if a giant took a step.>Okay…>Match its speed…>You could outrun the train no problem.>Mud slowed you, but it wasn’t enough to stop you.>The behemoth barreled past, and you quickly caught up to the first two cars.>Both of them seemed to be engines, bright red and weathered with age.>Gathering your courage, the loud klaxon roared again, letting all ahead know the train had right-of-way.>You clasped your hands over your ears on instinct.>Oh, did that hurt.>Still ringing, you knew you had a few seconds before it sounded again. >As much as you wanted to plug your fingers in your ears, you needed them just in case.>There was a real chance you’d find no purchase on the wet metal. >Ahead, the train’s prow smashed an errant branch aside on the tracks. >Thoughts of getting crushed beneath poisoned your brain. >Leaping didn’t clear them away.>But it helped.>It was bizarre, moving alongside such a big object. >Relative to the train, it was a lazy jump to the side. >Your worries, thankfully, amounted to nothing.>Landing on the walkway between the railing and the engine, you moved forward.>You kept an iron grip on the railing, your knuckles were white beneath the short, black fur.>You’d run three times as fast as this thing, but riding it was oddly frightening.>A deafening warning again issued from the top of the train, telling all before it to step aside. >Neither the conductor nor the engineer in the front engine noticed you’d leapt aboard.
>>58285840>In your haste, you shattered something opening the door.>You didn’t knock.>You’d forced it open without thinking.>The cabin was cleaner than you expected.>A tan roof, nice floors, comfy chairs, screens displaying all manner of information, and an untold number of switches. >It smelled of leather and sweat.>Both men were shocked by the slamming door.>The bizarre creature interrupting their work shocked them more.>The engineer’s gaze switched between the path ahead and the possible threat you posed.>The conductor’s words were something like “It’s one of them pokémon.” >There may have been a curse word or three in there.>Hard to tell.>Your ears still stung.>Hearing wasn’t back to normal.>You tracked mud in and balanced yourself with a hand against the wall.>The exertion of getting here finally caught up.>Even swallowing came hard. >Saliva was thick and gooey. >After a few awkward seconds, you finally had the strength to say it clearly.“Stop the train!”Updated pastebin: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se>>58285418Hey, glad you're contributing! Fun pokemon to pick. Share thoughts, ideas for snippets or other story ideas, bla bla bla, you know the drill. Will continue this 'episode' tomorrow.
>>58285865Something BIG on the tracks, ain't there?
>>58285865Protag having to leap aboard a moving train to warn the driver of danger is great stuff, but surely you can't just leave us hanging on what happened with Conrad.
I wanna write something, but I have no fucking clue what the lore is here
>>58286247Original writefag provided a loose collection of guidelines he's been following in the previous thread here >>58188391 . But really, you're not obligated to follow it if you just wanna write your own thing rather than trying to keep things in the same universe as Lucario's story.
I had a weird dream where I was transformed into a Tinkaton, but I had an awfully small hammer that still had the force of her giant hammer, and I was still as tall as a human so I walked on my knees to look smaller. Eventually I stopped doing it because I was actually smaller. I blame this thread for this.
I think about having sex with pokémon all the time.I want to fuck a Lopunny is in Locunny.
>>58285418>My heads a mess. It hurts, My throat is still sore. and there's a mariachi band playing under my window.>Also my phone.>I check the screen, Thankfully I still have a thumb. I can work with three fingers and a thumb. >I press the phone to my ear and then groan in annoyance.>"We're trying to reach you about your car- " *Thud* Hang up, phone dropped to the bedside table and I'm stumbling across the room like a newborn child.>I don't even bother with the cup beside the sink, I just shove my hands under the faucet and drink. >Don't judge me, We've all done it. >I wash away the sandmans load finally and bring back the blessed rains to the sahara that is the back of my throat.>And then, and only then do I really look up into the mirror.>At least my clothes stayed intact. And it's only now that I realize they itch over my fur.>Off comes the hellokitty pajamas, shut up they were a gift ok? My grandma still thinks I'm thirteen and they're actually comfortable.>My fur instantly fluffs up and, alright yeah. Delphox. I would have preferred Braixen but I can make this work. I'll take bring five foot over three feet tall any day of the week.>Not like it's much of a loss. five foot and a quarter is still borderline anyways. that Quarter was doing heavy lifting anyways. Giving it a break like it finally deserves. >I step down from the small step stool and look around, hitting the lights makes it suddenly all the more real.>Picrel for exactly how I feel looking down at myself. I really should stop mentally talking to myself. They'll send me back to therapy with all the other PTSD riddled veterans... >Wait. For once the buzzing in my ears is gone, is that what the world really sounds like without that constant tinnitus ring? >My back doesn't hurt, and I'm not limping with the aid of my cane either.>What a deliciously new fresh hell I've now discovered.
I'm thinking of a story where the protagonist and his girlfriend wander into a pokemon fairy circle and get transformed for their accidental offence. They're made to serve the lady's forest in a doctor jekyll and mr hyde way, they live double lives as pokemon protectors and slowly their transformation bleeds over into their human life. The fairy in the story would be Delphox, and the protagonist would be transformed into a Ninetales. I don't know what to turn the girlfriend into. I was thinking Armarouge so she could be the armor the lady bestows upon her Ninetales champion but I'm not fully sold. Any other ideas for support pokemon she could become?
>Traffic, traffic, and always more traffic>Jammed heading in>Gridlock coming home>Enough to make anyone want to live in the forest and never have to hear the phrase zipper merge ever again>Old Teddy K even finished some of his mathematical proofs in his shack, among his other work.>Probably best not to dwell on that, given your math background and looking like a forest dweller yourself>There’s always the radio to pass the time>”ROCK ROCK AND MORE ROCK ON 102.3”youtube.com/watch?v=1VQ_3sBZEm0>Office hours had been slow but that’s not unexpected>Even when you gave one point of extra credit to anyone who came in, a trick you developed a couple years ago, students regularly avoided it>On the one hand, that made you glad to know you weren’t a freak they wanted to come gawk at>The average person still had never seen a person who had been transformed, but they were common enough now that most everyone knew someone who did.>The number of people changing was still growing>Not enough to cause true panic, but not enough to be ignored>Just enough to cause mild unease as everyone went about their day because society just wouldn’t collapse>Like some kind of runaway steamroller at 2 mph, or like the pile of laundry in the corner that never gets completely put away >”Pop on in! 101.1!”youtube.com/watch?v=EvuL5jyCHOw>Huh.>You had a good group of students this semester>Still a little freaked out about the obvious furry in that one class, but they’ve kept their distance>Lots of bioengineers and chem majors, for obvious reasons>Sequencing the human genome was great and all>Now do it again with 100s of fantastical creatures somehow derived from humans>You wondered what the future held for them, including you>Would this lead to major breakthroughs, or further exploitation?>Right now the idea of selling parts of your self if you were transformed was somewhere between “selling bath water” and “selling janky handmade crafts on Etsy”
>>58287457>”Stay Jazzy and feel yourself drift away on 103.5”youtube.com/watch?v=HfQnc08dNng>Okay, that’s funny.>With fall coming, you had been briefly concerned about the idea of your foliage? plumage? losing color or falling off with the weather, but so far so good>the deciduous pun of your new species seems to be a misnomer>how nice to be an evergreen owl, I guess>that also meant the holidays were coming>you had tried to be as communicative as possible with family as soon as your change had happened>there were going to be awkward conversations, but what else are the holidays for?>one less year of asking about a girlfriend or wife>No point in keeping a secret, you can’t hide something like this, it’s just impossible >better to have them aware so that they can know if something happens to you>”All your record collection hits on the 1: 97.2 TRC”youtube.com/watch?v=JHa1hiFYbFQ>The universe was clearly making fun of you today>Fine.>Time to address those uncomfortable questions>What else did you have to do while in stop and go? Preen?>First and foremost, you wanted a fulfilling, mostly normal life>You got turned into this new form and there’s nothing you can do about it>This presents new threats, but also new opportunities you need to make the most out of>Obviously, one of these is the potential ability to fly>Do you want to learn how to fly?>The answer has to be yes.>It would be a shame not to.>Concerns about somehow losing your humanity were founded to start, but it’s been long enough>You’re in control, now it’s time to do something>The question the is how.
>>58287465>There’s the mathematical approach, just balance thrust, lift, drag and weight right?>Too bad that doesn’t apply to real life learning how to control muscles and >What about the natural way? Chicks are kicked from the nest and rely on instincts right?>Sounds like a good way to throw yourself to your own demise>You also might have completely suppressed whatever instincts you were supposed to get from the change but that’s a discussion for another time>Whats left?>Indoor Skydiving? The wind tunnel from the aerospace school out at the East Campus?>What about just running around in an open field flapping your arms?>Worth trying at least once, but you would also look like a complete fool>Logically, wouldn’t you need the strength to be able to lift yourself in order to fly?>These days, you don’t lift much heavier than a case of printer paper>There’s always the campus fitness complex and staff got discounted rates>Think any of their physical trainers would know how to teach someone how to fly?>There’s always the option to parter with the team that studied you early on for another research paper>But that was so much attention on you and pressure to perform>Publish or Perish and you didn’t want to disappoint>”It’s time for your weekday double play! Back to back hits from your artists. This one goes out to Mary Jane from midtown. Call in for your request!”youtube.com/watch?v=s5BJXwNeKsQyoutube.com/watch?v=1lWJXDG2i0A>. . .>Obviously you can’t keep doing nothing
>>58287465I thought I cropped that. I only wanted the top right panel. Oh well. >>58287343Nice! I hope I didn’t step on your toes. So this firefox used to be a female veteran with some disabilities? I can’t wait to see how she uses her new lease on life.
Before people get uppity - yes, I'm namefagging, because I absolutely suck at keeping storylines straight- and remembering what board I'm posting on.>>58287479Not stepping on my toes at all - I don't believe there's anything stopping there being multiple cases of the same 'Mon ending up in different areas.I also won't lie - gratuitous self insert, thy name is Delphox in this case. Filled with everything I would absolutely would be giddy about if I suddenly woke up and could Hear, See, walk and think straight without crippling level 9(on a good day) pain that my meds keep mostly under control.
>>58286953Can blame whoever you want. It was your mind that came up with it
>>58287641Jesus Christ, he's smoking the filter
>>58288966Cigarillos - some of them are brownpaper/whitefilter. Used to roll my own, had a few that came up that way.>>58287343>And what a gloriously delicious fresh hell it turned out to be!>Stumbling into my kitchen, itself still only half unpacked, opened up the fridge and recoiled as the scents within promptly assaulted my nose and proceeded to beat my sinuses into submission.>I grabbed the orange juice instead of the beer I had planned on. Fished a cup from a box, rinsed, poured and replaced the juice in the fridge.>The couch in the living room was somehow more comfortable than I expected. Probably the extra fur covering my ass. The tail wasn't too hard to move out of the way. It just... moved when I settled down. Like a phantom limb.>The juice actually tasted alright. There was a slight...something in there. Like something on the tip of the tongue, probably because it was processed despite the 'organic' title. Damn liars.>TV was still on, news as about the goings on, just enough people turning to cause chaos, not enough people for them to have a solid idea what the hell to do. >My eyes narrowed slightly, the headache didn't help, but I recognized the unit of the military getting deployed as I pointed my left arm at the screen, "HAH! Sucks to be you dirtbags, betchya'll wished I was still running supply, huh!?" I was tempted to shout vindication! as I saw the mismatched gear of soldiers stumbling over one another. >Of course, this also made me pause and look at my arm, that was not my thumb sticking out by my wrist. >It was a reflex, I swear. Nothing prepares you for suddenly holding a flaming stick. >I actually found myself staring at the damned flame for longer than I should, it was almost hypnotic. A quick flick of my wrist and the flame went out as I put said stick back into my 'sleeve' and sipped my juice.>"Well. That's a thing."
>tfw you change but nothing really 'changes'
>>58287343>>58287641>>58289430There's a few little writing snarls here or there, but I like how VetPhox is kind of an even more extreme version of Macho in that, right from the jump they can't even PRETEND that this isn't an upgrade. Would love to see more of their personality and what they want to do with their new mixed fire and psychic powers.>>58287457>>58287465>>58287466ProfD just coincidentally happening to hear all those songs on the radio is SO hackneyed that it wraps right back around to where I can't help but love it anyway. Once again enjoying the introspection and the self-awareness. Regardless of ehat method he chooses, the moment where those suppressed instincs resurface and his reaction to that in the moment is going to be delicious.
>>58286953>>58288947Alright fuck it, this dream inspired me to write some shit.>Be me.>Sleep issues since years.>Fucked up sleep schedule due to working night shift from time to time.>Wake up.>Head hurts, eyes fucked, just want to go back to sleep.>What time is it?>10AM?>Fuck it, I don't work today it's my weekend, just a few more hours of sleep...>Wake back up.>Nothing changes.>12AM.>Gotta get up eventually.>Roll to the side of my bed and try to get up.>Fall down and crashes onto the ground.>You'd think you would be able to crash onto the ceiling buuuuut...>That actually was a pretty big fall!"Ow... That's gotta leave a mark...">Walk like a zombie to the door to go to the bathroom.>Usually in a pretty bad shape but this time? That's got to be the worst.>Try and open the door.>Can't find the door handle."Huh?">There's like... Actually no door handle.>And the room is completely black due to the shutters being closed.>Don't really click on what's going on ye, but good thing I don't actually close the door entirely.>Go to the bathroom.>No sink either.>Or more like...>It's... Taller? Somehow?>Did everything got bigger or did I get smaller somehow?>No light switch either.>Climb onto the side of the bathtub and onto the sink.>Got a small flashlight on the cabinet, convenient when those electricity blackout happens.>Turn it on.>What the hell!?>That ain't me, that's some...>Weird looking pink thingy!>Slap my own face.>That was a pretty strong slap.>Not waking up.>But that's got to be a dream, right?>There's those news about people turning into creatures, must've gave me that idea and I'm dreaming of it right now.>That's what a lucid dream is, right?
>>58291448>Inspect myself.>Big creepy silver eyes. Two weird teeth looking things on my mouth.>Pretty large hair-looking growths on my... That head. Looks like twin-tails.>Walk on the cabinet and turn on the light.>Wow, I'm really small now, I just fit in the sink.>I should panic, but it's just a dream. Although a fairly realistic looking one if we ignore what I see in the mirror. And detailed too.>Look down.>Small and slightly chubby looking pink skin with what seems to be metal on my hips and... Elephant looking like feet? But without toes.>Dreams are fucked up but this?>Might as well make good use of it!>But there's something in the back of my mind...>Something like a little intrusive voice that tells me something's wrong.>Or more like something's missing...>Food perhaps?>Go to the kitchen.>Feels weird to walk and see everything bigger like that.>Almost as if I was a kid again.>Open the fridge.>..."Yeah of course.">Everything is bigger so most of the good stuff is unreachable.>Craving some sausage right now, but that thing is on the very TOP SHELF!>Go grab a chair."Hm?">It's surprisingly light, I can lift it with a single hand."Yeah, dream logic.">Go and get my sausage and just bite into it.>Devour the entire thing. And another.>Now I'm fed, but something still feels missing...>Feels like I should have something with me at all times.>What could it be...>Oh and that headache...>It's like someone put nails into my skull and been hitting it with a...>Hammer."Ohhh, that's a good idea!">Blink a few times and shake my head.>Why did I spoke like that?>Why would I need that sort of stuff? To throw at people?>Why would I throw that at people?>Why why why?>Whywhywhywhywhy?>Slap my face again.>At this rate, I'll decapitate myself.
>>58290690Thanks. I was aiming for one of those>it’s funny the first time>it’s less funny the second time>even less funny the third time>not funny at all the fourth time>funny again the fifth time
>>58291448>>58291454You seem to have a fairly rough grasp of English, if I may say. Makes your stuff a little hard to read. There anyone you could call on to proofread, maybe?
Hopefully not, it could lead to awkward situations like this
>>58292103Yeah it's not my main language sooo, sorry if there's little fuckups here and there. I also have a tendency to type different words compared to those I want to type.
>>58292226>>58292103Also I typed it in a more 4chan greentext style, in hindsight I should've went for a more traditional fanfic style.
>>58290433Nothing really happens*
>>58292330You could type it up in a more traditional style and then give us the rentry link like what Herding Cats does
Alright, rewrote it, less greentext style and not in first person. Tell me what you think!>Your alarm clock rings.>You've been having sleep issues for years.>Thanks to a fucked up sleep schedule due to working night shift once every few weeks.>It's time for you to wake up.>Head hurts, eyes fucked, you just want to go back to sleep.>What time is it?>10AM?>Fuck it, you don't have work today, it's your week-end, just a few more hours of sleep wouldn't hurt now would it.>After another dream, you wake back up.>Nothing changes.>12AM.>Gotta get up eventually.>It would be so much easier if you had something like gym rings hanging down from your ceiling that would pull you up once you grabbed them.>Alas, you just sit to the side of your bed and let gravity do it's work.>Except this time, you just fall down and crash onto the ground.>That actually was a pretty big fall!"Ow... That's gotta leave a mark...">It's almost as if your legs didn't respond this time or were still asleep.>One thing is certain, your brain still is asleep.>You walk like a zombie to the door to go to the bathroom.>Bad taste in your mouth.>You're usually in a pretty bad shape when you wake up but this time? That's got to be the worst.>You try to open the door.>Can't find the door handle."Huh?">There's like... Actually no door handle.>And the room is completely black due to the shutters being closed.>You don't really understand what's going on yet, it's almost as if you were going on autopilot.>The good thing is, you don't usually close the door, you just push it enough so it looks closed, so no need to pull on the door handle to open it.>To the bathroom you go.>Washing your face may be enough to fully wake you up.>Then a drink.>Once you get into the bathroom, you don't find the sink either.>Or more like...>It's here but... Taller? Somehow?>Did everything got bigger or did you get smaller?>You can't find the light switch either.
>>58293173>You can feel the sink when trying to reach for it, but it's like you're twice as small now.>Something ain't right.>You can barely reach the sink with your fingers.>But somehow, despite not being really muscular or a gym rat, pulling yourself to the sink feels rather easy.>And when you turn on the light above the mirror...>What the hell!?>That's not you, that's some...>Weird looking pink thingy!>You slap your own face, trying to put your brain back in place.>That was a pretty strong slap, you felt that one quite a bit.>Nothing changes.>Looking at the mirror.>The creature has big creepy silver eyes looking right inside your soul. Two weird teeth looking things on it's mouth.>Pretty large hair-like growths on your... On it's head.>That's got to be a dream, right?>It has to be.>You've heard about those news saying some people are turning into creatures.>Dreams are made of stuff you see or hear throughout the day.>That's got to be the reason, right?>And you being aware of it...>That's what a lucid dream is, right?>Yeah that's it!>A dream, plain and simple!>You've even heard of people claiming they lived years in their dreams due to an altered sense of time.>Could explain that whole situation.>Those unbelievable stories about people and animal turning into characters from a video game.>You try to remember what you did yesterday.>Work... Eat with colleagues. More work. Go back home.>It feels a bit blurry in your head.>In fact, a lot of things feel blurry now.>No other explanations needed, a dream it is!>You look down at yourself."Wow, I'm really small now, I can just fit in the sink.">You should panic, but it's just a dream. Although a fairly realistic looking one if we ignore what you see in the mirror. And pretty detailed too.>You touch yourself, you can feel your fingers.>Even if those fingers are light pink, with your finger being as pink as your body, and your hand being fairly large.
>>58293190>It almost looks like you've gained a bit of weight with what seems to be metal on your hips, but that's not accounting for the face you're smaller now. >And... Elephant-like feet? But without toes.>You're like a doll now.>Dreams are fucked up but this? This is something else.>Might as well make good use of it after all! Just think of all the possibilities one could do within a dream! And without consequences too!>But there's something in the back of your mind...>Something like an intrusive voice that tells you something's wrong.>Or more like something's missing...>Food perhaps?>You book it to the kitchen after jumping down from the sink.>Feels weird to walk and see everything from a smaller perspective.>Almost as if you were a kid again.>Inside the fridge, you find...>..."Yeah of course.">Everything is bigger so most of the good stuff is unreachable.>You're craving some sausage right now, but the problem is, it's on the very TOP SHELF!>And you can't reach it."Haha, very funny, I'm laughing my ass off right now.">You go grab a chair."Hm?">It's surprisingly light, you can lift it with a single hand. Even if a chair isn't heavy in itself, a small thing like you should have more trouble lifting it up.>"Yeah, dream logic." you think.>With the added height, you finally reach for the nice smelling snack and bite into it.>More than biting into it, you devour the entire thing, and another!>Now that you're nice and full, you feel something is still missing...>Feels like you should have something with you at all times.>An odd feeling.>What could it be...>Oh and that headache...>It's like someone is putting nails into your skull and hitting them with a...>Hammer."Ohhh, that's a good idea!"
>>58293196>You blink a few times and shake your head.>Why made you said that?>Why would you need that sort of stuff? To throw at people?>Why would YOU throw that at people!?>Why why why?>Whywhywhywhywhy?>You slap your face again.>At this rate, your head will fall off.>Are those really strong intrusive thoughts?>It's not really a need to have something with you.>But more like... The need to have a weapon to defend yourself with.>Because the world is hostile and dangerous out there.
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>>58286010>but surely you can't just leave us hanging on what happened with ConradI have a nice scene planned.I wrote a few paragraphs of (you)cario remaining still until the kid ran off, and (you)cario freaking out a bit, but ultimately it wasn't worth posting. Felt better when I just cut it off and ended it right then and there.
>>58277324>You didn't listen to the conversation between the agent and your colleague.>In fact, the agent was so preoccupied with it that she didn't even suspect that you were observing her through the rearview mirror.>Her talking speed was quite fast when she thought that she wasn't being looked at.>It must have been her natural talking speed, as when she dragged you on that goose chase, she was talking slower and with more deliberation.>You saw the golden McDonald's arches approaching.>Such beauty.>Such civilization.>You interrupted the conversation between the agent and your colleague.>"There's a McDonald's ahead. Want to grab something in the drive-through?" you asked.>"I guess we can take a break and eat something," he answered.>Instead of the drive-through, your colleague parked in the parking lot.>"We aren't going through the drive-through?" You asked.>"Nah. Go ahead and order inside. I'll join you once I've answered nature's call," he answered in the most casual way possible.>You turned your head behind the seat to ask the federal agent.>"Are you going with us or staying?" you asked the federal agent.>"I think I'll stay. Besides, I don't like McDonald's," she answered.>Her answer was slower and more careful, as you expected.>Even then, her poor lip-syncing was visible to you.>Maybe the untrained eye wouldn't have noticed, but over the last few days you have gotten a tad bit more paranoid than usual.>"Fine. We'll leave you the car keys so you don't have to stand outside, oryou can lock the carif you change your mind," said your colleague to her as he left the car.>When you entered the building, you let your colleague order first while you thought about your order.>He ordered quickly and went to the bathroom while his order was getting ready.>You got yourself a burger, some fries, a cup of coffee, and a wrap for later.>You started feeling those few missing hours of sleep impacting you, but you also had a theory to prove.
>>58294263>You sat at the table, which blocked vision between you and the car in which the FBI agent was sitting.>You didn't have to wait long for your colleague to return.>"Thank God this place actually cleans their toilets. I've heard horror stories of those," he said with relief as he took a seat in front of you.>"Orders aren't ready yet?" he asked.>"Nope," you answered.>You took a look outside the windows to see if anyone was observing you.>Thankfully, you saw no one.>"I wanted to ask you something," you said.>"About our friend from the FBI?" he countered.>"Yes, how did you know?" you asked.>"There is something wrong about her even if I can't put my finger on it," he replied.>Your conversation was interrupted by both of your orders being ready.>"I'm going to pick them both up," offered your colleague.>"Thanks, but I doubt that you can carry two trays' worth of food," you replied.>After a quick trip for the food, you resumed your conversation.>"Well, good to know I'm not the only one thinking that way. Anyway, do you know what is up with her?" asked your colleague.>"I think she might be a Pokemon," you replied.>"A shapeshifter? And I thought that those AI deepfakes would be the biggest problem for us to deal with." he said in a tone that said, "I'm not getting paid enough for this shit.">"Not necessarily. I think we might have a Zoroark on our hands, maybe a Ditto or a Latias." you said contemplatively.>"Sorry, but I don't know what any of those are," he said.>"Zoroark is a dark fox with a ponytail, or a normal-ghost fox, depending on the variant." you said.>"Normal-ghost. How can a ghost be normal?" he asked.>"Don't think about it too much. It just colored white." you said.>"Yeah, sure. And what about the other two?" he replied.>"The Ditto is a purple shapeshifting blob, and a Latias is a jet combined with a dragon," you said.
>>58294428>"Which is the most likely in your opinion?" asked your colleague.>"A Zoroark. Her lips and voice weren't synced. Like in a bad video game," you replied.>"And what is your plan?" he asked.>"Confront her about this. She wanted to find that Lucario for some reason, and I want to know why. For that matter, I want to know if she really works for the FBI or just pretends to," you replied.>"And how do you want to do that, huh?" asked your colleague.>"With this," you pointed at your cup of coffee.>"Coffee? How is that supposed to work?" he asked confusedly.>"You see, I have a theory. Pokemon don't like coffee. The Salazzle had a visceral reaction to it, and Derek can't stand it either," you said.>"Ok, but how are you sure she doesn't like it either? You know of two cases of Pokemon not liking coffee; there are bound to be exceptions to this rule if it even can be considered a rule with a sample size of just two," he stated with hopes of further inquiry.>"In the captain's office there was a brown stain on the wall. Most likely coffee. Someone must have spat it out considering how it looks," you replied.>"A part of me wants to think that you are wrong in this case, but there is something inherently wrong with that woman. You know? I'm going to call the captain and ask him about the situation; maybe he can enlighten us about it," he said.>The conversation was quick, but it more or less confirmed your suspicions.>It was the FBI agent who spat out coffee in his office.>Apparently because "it was too hot and she burned her mouth.">The captain wasn't exactly pleased to hear that we might have been infiltrated by a Pokemon with unknown motives, but he gave you the green light to go ahead with our plan.>You left the McDonald's and went to your car with a caffeinated beverage in hand.>"Well, it took you long enough." said the agent when you approached the car.>She was sitting half inside the car, looking up things on her phone and avoiding eye contact.
>>58290690I'm getting used to the formatting, it's been years since I've been on any board outside /tg/. And even longer since I actually wrote something that wasn't left in a folder somewhere.>"And in other new-Zzrt!" >Right, That's enough of the news for today. TV goes off.>I also didn't even touch the remote to turn it off.>Currently I'm staring at the TV remote as it wobbles through the air.>Ngl, this is frankly awesome. >Upgradespeople.gif>My phone rings and the remote drops to the table with a clatter, right. Gonna have to learn to control that.>A quick glance at the phone and I groan again, the headache is gone, but the name on the phone?>"Phox Family therapy services, headshrinking on demand, Ask about our over thirty midlife crisis discount. How may I assist you?">Shiteating grin engaged as I pull the phone away from my ear as my sister screams at me about not being a real therapist and to stop using that stupid joke, it's offensive.>"Then... uh... mebbe you oughta actually go to therapy instead of calling me all the time to whine?">*Click!Dialtone*>I'm going to hear about that later, whatever. More important things to do. >Such as choking down a pair of Tylenol that my body rather wouldn't. >I don't know if they'll help, but screw it, we ball.>Outside, onto the balcony, I got the corner apartment, and no neighbors can see me.>I once again reproduce my magic trick of pulling a stick from my sleeve and staring at the flame.>Ok, that is hypnotic as hell, and I have the strange urge to speak mandarin and quote River Tam.>Forcing my eyes off the fire I point it towards my charcoal grill and exhale, focus, Become on with the force... wait, wrong franchise, I feel the fire and then extend it.>Picrel. >No seriously, that bitch is toasty now.>Thankfully the grill tanked it like a champ. >"cái bù shì[No way]">I look to the stick, I look to the grill, >"Guess I'm having burgers for lunch.">Also, this has been the best day ever.
>>58295335Not gonna lie.Your Phox is nuts
>>58295338I'm going to take that as a compliment.You don't do 12 in the army, 4 deployments, however many combat engagements, rediscover the long lost art of tunnel ratting with only a pistol, knife and flashlight then proceed to get blown up twice and come out sunshine and rainbows... Turning into Delphox for most people? Most important day of their lives. For Phoxanon? 'Twas a tuesday.
>>58293173>>58293190>>58293196>>58293205Still a lot of ESL weirdness, but significantly more legible than your first attempt - good improvement. We shall see how long Tinkanon's "this is just a dream" copium supply can last.>>58294585Copanon has officially upgraded to magnificent bastardry and I am here for it. The chief oughta make this guy a detective.>>58295335>>58295412VetPhox is very, "I'm vibin' and no one's gonna stop me". They did their time, and no amount of supernatural shape changing is gonna ruin their hard-earned peace. I dig it.
>>58294585I don’t get where you’re going with this. Are you going to throw it on her lap, or somehow force feed it?
>>58295536If I had to guess>"Hey, got you a coffee.">"It's literally the perfect temperature."At which point they can call her out if she doesn't drink it, or watch her make funny faces as she pretends to enjoy the coffee.
>>58295592A practiced Zoroark could make it appear like she's drinking it for at least as long as she's in the room
>>58295866A practiced Zoroark could probably perfect the lip syncing as well. Neither Hal 'nor Ms. FBI have had enough time to achieve that level of mastery.
>>58295412Curious if the VA would be interested.
>>58297000They’ll probably find out in 3-5 years when they finally schedule an annual physical.
>>58297000>>58297058A whole slew of laws would need to be passed. My 100% from the VA doesn't have an annual review that's how fucked my shit is. Only had to fight the VA for like 8 years to get there too.Gave Phox all the baggage I got, without the therapy and Meds. So, Phox is PRE-VA Me. Took the VA 5 years to stop denying my claims, a year to approve giving me 75%, and another 4 to finally give me the 100% after my unit shrugged at the VA and told 'em my records fell off the back of a truck. (They lost them, not only mine, but Every other soldier that deployed since '04 who had valid VA claims. Except..you know, the Good Ol' boys club and the officers.)Phox is unfiltered, unconcerned and now 100% everyone else's problem.
>>58297091>Phox is unfiltered, unconcerned and now 100% everyone else's problem.Am I for one am very much looking forward to seeing what this entails. Perhaps VetPhox will walk into the VA office, bop whoever was handling her case with her floofy tail, and then leave.
>>58294585>"My keys, please," said your colleague to the agent with a stretched-out hand.>"Here they are," she said while handing them over.>"We got you some coffee," you said while handing over the cup.>"Thanks..." she replied, not really knowing what to do about it.>She slid back deeper into the car to the place behind where you were sitting.>You and your colleague proceeded with the second stage of your master plan.>The very moment you took your seats inside the car, your colleague closed the doors.>For all you knew, you had caught your first Pokemon.>The sound of the doors closing was clear to everyone.>For a while afterward, both you and your colleague were silent.>"Did you lock the doors?" she asked.>"Oh, I must have done it on accident," replied your colleague.>But instead of unlocking the doors, your colleague just turned on the car.>The atmosphere was getting tense as the reality of the situation started to dawn on the agent.>You let the silence ferment for a while as your colleague drove back in the general direction of the station.>"Did you know that some Pokemon can shapeshift?" you asked your colleague, breaking the silence.>"Great. Our jobs have now gotten more difficult now," he said with a tone resembling frustration, but you could see him grinning from your seat.>"Any ways to identify them? Silver, like in the Witcher games?" he asked.>"We can't afford silver. But what we can afford is a nice cup of dark McDonald's coffee," you said calmly.>Your colleague parked the car on the sidewalk.>Then the both of you turned around and faced the FBI agent.>"W-What the hell are you two even talking about?!" she said while trying (and failing) to sound pissed and professional.>"Oh, nothing. Just a routine checkup if you aren't one of them. You can never be too careful these days," said your colleague with a grin on his face.>She started to desperately try to open the car door in a panic.
>>58297213>At this point you didn't need any more proof for her not being exactly human.>Her disguise was slipping to the point that when she talked, her mouth wasn't even moving.>On the other hand, she might be a talented ventriloquist, and you needed to rule that possibility out.>You made sure to point a bodycam at her just in case something happened.>She was constantly grabbing her hair.>"Just drink the coffee or else..." you said before being rudely interrupted by her.>"Else what?!" she asked, angry and panicked.>"We will have to hand you over to the CDC for... testing..." continued your colleague.>That made her stop and consider her options.>"Fuck you two. Once my superiors hear of this, you'll rot in prison..." she said with a dose of venom.>With a quick move, she took a gulp of the now room-temperature coffee.>The first gulp partially broke her camouflage as you saw white and red strands of hair near her.>She tried taking a second one but simply couldn't and just spat it out.>Now her disguise was completely broken.>In an instinctive move, she tried to scratch the taste of coffee off her tongue.>Most likely not initially realizing that her disguise was blown.>However, it didn't take long for her to notice.>"A fucking normal ghost," said your colleague at the sight.>The Zoroark started clawing at the door to open it in desperation.>Unfortunately for her, this car has been reinforced so it could transport belligerent suspects and wouldn't give up so easily.>"Once I get out of here, your lives are over! No one is going to believe you. Do you hear me?!" she attempted to threaten you, but that was empty bravado.>You just pointed her attention to the bodycam that was recording her.>Her entire demeanor shattered in that exact moment.>She was caged up and couldn't escape.>She was recorded so she couldn't just turn back.>That very moment she just gave up even trying to escape.>Now you had the opportunity to ask some questions.
>>58293205>Pipe wrench.>Too... Video game.>Combi drill.>Not bad, but the drill bits may break and the battery may run out eventually.>Hacksaw?>What is this, a slasher movie?>Ah, grandpa's hunting rifle, now this could be useful!>Except... It's too big for you to handle properly.>Too bad for you, they don't make them gremlin sized.>A hammer it is then!>Can be swung around, decent blunt instrument and the claw part used to remove nails could be used to stab others with a bit of imagination.>Except, the one you have in your garage is... Well it's a hammer, it's hammer sized.>You remember that news broadcast about that huge metal creature on a rampage.>That hammer isn't going to cut it, you need to improve it somehow.>Lucid dreaming isn't a new experience for you, so you might be able to summon something more fun... Useful to use!>You think about the tool you want to use to defend yourself.>A nice and big hammer.>And then you imagine it waiting for you in your living room!>And when you go there...>Nothing.>"Alright, plan B" you say to yourself.>You imagine a door in your bedroom. With an entirely new room behind that door with your prize waiting for you inside.>You rush to your bedroom...>But still nothing, just your classic bedroom with some shelves and your computer.>"Aw come on, throw me a bone here!" you say, starting to get annoyed by the dream refusing to cooperate with you.>"Fine then." you think. "I'll do it all by myself!">You're not really a good handyman, but with the power of bullshit and dream magic, you might be able to make it work somehow.>You just need a bunch of steel, but where could you find some...>You check the garage again and check your car.>Dismantling your own car is out of the question, it's your first car and you like it too much to ruin it, even if it's in your head.>Where could you find a large amount of steel...>You don't even notice how such a stupid idea came to your mind to begin with.
It’s a little scary seeing people go all-in on their new body and not just roll with the changes but fully embrace them, but in a “real world” scenario there would have to be a sizable number people like that, just by having such a large number of people in the world randomly changing.
>>58297482Well all the writers here have furry fantasies of turning into pokemon, so they're writing what they know
>58221276This took me WAY too long to continue..."Eh qikk rown okk...">After satisfying yourself that there wasn't much you could do about the vanity right now, you attempted to figure out how to talk with this beak, figuring maybe it was like your new arms and you just needed to practice."...unc aer eh aeyy og!" >You weren't having much luck so far.>You peered searchingly into the mirror, inserting a finger into your mouth and tugging on your cheek while your upper arms idly curled a waste basket and a toilet plunger.>Not heavy by any stretch of the imagination, but you had unconsciously reached for whatever you could lift while you were trying to teach yourself to talk and you'd let the upper arms do it.>You needed the practice on that front too anyway.>Eventually you concluded that the speech impediment wasn't going away time soon."Ahh cak!">You felt a bit like freaking out and dropped the plunger and basket.>But on pulling back with both right fists, you saw yourself in the mirror and the aggressive gesture half-transitioned into a pose without you really intending it to.>Intrigued, you then struck a full pose, right arms curled and left arms outstretched in different directions.>THAT made you feel better.>You posed more and felt that unstoppable feeling start to return.>Okay, fine, you decided. No freaking out.>Better to focus on the things you COULD actually control.>With slightly less caution and slightly more confidence than before (at least, over your own movements if not about where all of this Pokemon business was actually going to go), you left the bathroom once again, this time to find something heavier to lift.>You actually did own a couple of very small weights, but you'd basically never used them as a human and continued not to do so as a Machamp.>WAY too light.>Eventually you fixed your eyes onto your bed.>You knew immediately it was a terrible idea, but something made you do it anyway.>You needed this.
>>58297981>Four grey hands were placed along the undersides of the bed>You heaved, but only managed to shift it a bit before your legs lost purchase and you were sent humiliatingly to your knees.>Come on, a Machamp's supposed to be stronger than that!>...you just tried to ignore that.>It wasn't that you weren't strong enough, it was just awkward weight distribution and bad positioning. A simple matter of adjusting, shifting your feet, and trying again. >This time the bed lifted almost effortlessly onto its far side legs, but you weren't done.>You stepped forward, all four arms shifting under the thing.>You lifted.>There was only a modest amount of strain - less than you'd expected actually.>Weirdly unceremoniously, your bed was now over your head.>You were holding your damn bed over your damn head.>Sure, some more shit got knocked off your side table - who gave a shit?>YOUR BED WAS OVER YOUR HEAD!>Finally satisfied that you'd made the moment climactic enough for yourself, you slammed it back down in victory, only to find yourself wincing as you heard something crack and the bed proceed to begin sagging to a rather unfortunate looking angle.>A quick drop to the floor (which wound up being WAY louder than you anticipated, though at least the floor wasn't likely to break on you. Probably. Maybe.) confirmed what you already knew - one of the stubby wooden legs was snapped and splintered.>As you found your feet again, all four hands met your head in a deep, groaning facepalm. Knowing you'd done this to your own dumb ass self didn't make it any better.>Well, on the plus side, now that you had the basics down it actually seemed easier to control your upper arms by just letting things happen, rather than through conscious effort.>That only made sense, they were YOUR arms, after all. You'd never forget how to use your four perfect arms!>...there it was again>It was getting harder to ignore that crap... clearly you needed a MUCH bigger distraction...
>>58297989>Clearly you needed something heavier.>Clearly you needed more space.>Right, back to plan A then.>Even if you couldn't talk properly, you couldn't stay cooped up in here.>You HAD to tell someone about this.>You HAD to show the world what you could do now.>You HAD to get the fuck out of here.>This apartment wasn't big enough for the ONE of you...>>58297320I'm almost surprised Ms. FBI didn't start lashing out with Pokemon moves once it was clear she was caught. Her trying to scythe copanon and his partner into meat with Shadow Claw only for it to phase harmlessly through them because humans are normal type would be pretty funny actually.>>58297346Hey, NOW we're getting somewhere - that read pretty smoothly. Definitely intrigued to see Tinkanon building a giant hammer by pure instinct and if they find this strange at all. Not to mention where they're going to find the metal. I also wonder if Tinkanon was always female, or if they'll eventually realize they've become a female.>>58297482We've got a spectrum of experiences ranging from ProfD having suppressed his Pokemon instincts at all costs to the point where he now doesn't even know where to begin with learning how to fly, to VetPhox being all, "psychic AND fire powers... sweet..." Copanon's Salazzle and Noivern are scared and confused and PichuGuard's Scyther outright violently rejects his new form and takes that violent rejection out on everybody else. Granted we may be waiting on PichuGuard to re-write the latter for a bit, but overall I'd say we've got a fairly nice spread of different responses to the change.>>58297823What I like about the stories in this thread is the amusing intersection of mundane realism and fantastical whimsy. Sure, you could make this scenario MORE realistic, but that'd probably yield a much more depressing result. By keeping a foot in each camp rather than going hard on one or the other, it makes this a lot more fun in my opinion.
>>58298058Yeah I wrote this more in the style of Lucarioanon, the first rewrite, I just changed it from greentext style to kinda not greentext style but still written like a greentext. Glad you think it's better now!
>>58297482Less furfantasy, and more 'if it happened, the only thing really affected by this would be - Do I legally still get my VA pay? Because I kinda rely on that to pay my house payment and feed my Kid, Wife and animals. Other than that? Fuckit, we ball. He hun - I don't NEED the propane for my forge and the grill for cooking anymore. Also - I CAN repave the walkway, and build that deck without worrying if my backs gonna pretzel or my knee is gonna go full chicken leg on me again....My Kid would be jealous as hell though.
>>58298058PichuGuard deleted his story
>>58298180Ah shit. RIP.
Bump
>>58298058AbraGirl writer here, sorry I have been very busy, funeral and other such things.
>>58285865>Hissing, you paused your walk.>Moving your hurting paw to the cold, wet steel of the railroad track helped.>Taking it easy wasn’t a choice when you figured out what happened.>The pulsing ache spread up through your calves, and finally disappeared.>It reappeared in your toes.>Balancing on one foot, you checked the damage. >Wiping the mud away, you groaned.>Great.>Sprinting miles across asphalt, rock, and mud was not kind to the recovering sole.>Blisters were ravaged, and the flesh was tender.>Accelerated healing still required down time.>The raw, red foot needed resting.>Again.>Hopefully the mud didn’t infect any of the cuts.>With no one around, you let yourself limp ahead.>Undignified as it was, the pain was excruciating. >Once you approached the problem, you’d stand tall and proud.>Was it your body’s natural weakness to flame?>Some toxin in the houndoom’s spittle? >Something chemical in there? An allergic reaction perhaps?>Maybe a bit of everything.>It hardly mattered. >The blow gave you days of pain and inactivity.>No one to blame but yourself for not striking first and hard.>Your blood boiled.>Any madder and the drizzle might steam off your damp fur.>The thoughts came back.>Overpowering any positivity in an angry tide. >A maelstrom of foul scarlet and diseased black swirled through your ether-sight. >Some deep instinct warned you against harboring such emotions.>Others in the pack might see your lack of control.>Your thoughts were potent.>Controlling them was wise.>Letting them boil felt better.>You indulged yourself.>Nobody else could see.>Temptation won.>This week was awful.>Shamed by your parents. >Injured like a fool.>Spotted in your own den.>This day was awful.>You would have been home by now.>You would have been dry.>You would have been clean.>You would be healing.>And it still wasn’t over.>Your patience was short.>At least the train-men understood words.>This thing didn’t.
>>58299440>She didn’t.>Didn’t or couldn’t.>Huffing, you moved faster.>It didn’t matter.>Only another mile.>Every other step was fire.>Sodden wood between the tracks brought little relief.>Disciplined, regular breathing quickly became labored.>It turned to wheezing by the time she came into view.>She wasn’t supposed to be here.>Her, and her two children.>Aggron and her aron.>The mother twisted and wrung more track in her iron grip.>Her jaws, possessing strength untold and teeth like diamond, rent the steel to bite-sized chunks.>She spat a gnawed, golf-ball sized hunk down to her young. >The more dominant aron moved in first, nibbling at the saliva-covered mass. >The other little one watched its mother, content to wait their turn.“I…!” You wheezed.>Rain pinged off metal hides.>Hollow echoes reverberated through their bodies with every drop.>Aggron acknowledged your presence with a glance, but kept chewing.>She kept that mouthful for herself.>You had to catch your breath.“I told you.” You began.“Go.”“Back!” You finished, unable to control your temper. >Aggron rumbled. >A dismissal. >She might have shrugged her shoulders too.>But it just as easily may have been adjusting her grip.>You did not want this.>She shouldn’t either.“T-There…”>”The junkyard is…”“You…>At a loss for words, you stammered nonsense before again appealing she leave.>It made you madder.“Idiot!” You shouted. >Loud enough the more skittish Aron’s eyes widened.>The aggressive one growled with a mouthful of metal.>Yelling didn’t help.>But it felt good.“A train was coming!”>You gripped your head in frustration.>How much human was left in this fool?!>Every day, trains ran past. >This wasn’t some unused railway. “Do you have any idea?!”“It could have hurt you! Or your kids!”>She kept chewing.>Loudly.>It sounded like metal in a compacter. >Twisting.>Clattering.>Shrieking. “You could have killed people!” >And who knows how much money it would cost.
>>58299445>The manpower needed to fix it.>The damage to everything around.>Her response was to tear a piece off for the other aron.>It was torn between paying you attention and eating dinner.>A long, drawn-out breath left your lungs.>You calmed your voice.>But you weren’t calm beneath.“Last.”“Chance.”>The threat was clear.>As was her disinterest.>As was her aura.>The crystal hue of indifference.>This was her territory now. >Her claim.>Hunger outweighed mere human inconvenience.>Her children mattered above all.>They deserved pristine alloys, not rusted leftovers.>She had grown stronger since your clash at the car lot.>Confident a rematch would go her way.>And worst of all.>What sent you over the edge.>She recognized you as no alpha.>No authority.>No might.>>58299219Glad you found the thread. Sorry to hear about the funeral. I thoroughly enjoyed your writing and hope you find the time to keep your Abra story going.>>58298180Man, that's a shame. If you're here, man. I had fun reading your story. You clearly enjoyed writing it.>>58297981>>58297989>>58298058Liking the big guy's antics. Interested in seeing what you've got in store.>>58297213>>58297320*autistic screeching*>>58295335>>58297346Glad you both joined in too. Some fun Pokemon you picked.
I haven't had the energy to write since my last part. I tried, but I just didn't feel confident in anything. I don't even like looking at the older work now. And no, it's not going back up. I don't have archives of it. If I do get over myself, I may write something else, but it probably won't involve that character because it just bothers me thinking about it now.It isn't anyone else's fault I feel this way. I just don't feel like I'm a good enough writer for this. There are better stories here to be reading.
>>58299498Anon, none of us are good writers. But we're all getting a little better by having fun and trying.Contributing to the thread with discussion is more than good enough. Glad that you contributed with some OC. It was very brave of you to post it even if you felt like you "weren't good enough." There's always someone more skilled than you. There's always something better than what you made. That's life.And that's okay. There can only be one 'best in the world' at any time. But if you can reach that "I'm better than 95% of the population at this" I'd say we're in good shape. Writing that much, that fast, with that passion, and sharing it with the world makes you better than most people at writing.
>>58299454I like the idea that it's not just the Aggron's instincts driving her to do this, but her human side both accepting her fate and realizing there's little anyone can do to stop her. If she and her family are stuck as monsters, why shouldn't she enjoy herself and take what she wants?
>>58299555I just like writing funny stories and ideas.But now I have an audience no matter how small.
>>58299611We could always use some good one-shots. Not everyone is interested in a long emotional journey. Some shorter scenes could give some non-humanoid pokemon some extra love without having to deal with all the logistics of everyday life.
>>58299219Take your time. I sure as fuck did.>>58299498Speaking as the guy that criticised you here >>58275095 , as well as the guy that criticised Tinkanon, original writefag is absolutely correct. Just because I felt your 5th post needed some work doesn't mean your story wasn't valuable. The perspective was unique and yours was the first to include an actual villain - I absolutely wanted to see more. If I seemed harsh, it was for two reasons. 1, I wanted to see your concept live up to its potential and 2, I'm a firm believer in improvement through criticizm, so when I saw a post I felt I could comment substantively on, I took it. Frankly I wish people would burn my writing with a magnifying glass so I can improve, but getting anyone to do that is invariably like pulling teeth.>>58299440>>58299454Your compliments are appreciated as always, sir. Even with protag injured, mama Aggron is still quad weak to fighting, so he still ought to be able to end this fairly simply by just shoving a couple of aura spheres up her ass. The bigger problem is that regular beatdowns from protag clearly aren't a permanent solution to this problem. He might have to negotiate with the city for a supply of fresh steel or something. That means talking to and being surrounded by people. Oh dear.Maybe he really does need to form the PokeAvengers after all. Having a support network ight help him stay in control when things get hard. A problem shared is a problem halved and all that. >>58299567I was going to suggest she might not be a former human after all, but I like this interpretation better. With the level of entitlement you'd need to think earing active railway lines was okay, you just know this woman was one of those Karen haircut types.
>>58295335>The Burgers were great, btdubs.>The Soda I tried to drink with them? Not so much.>Down the drain the can went. >Goddamned fresh hell, I thought I was free of thee!>Dr. Pepper shouldn't be wasted going down the drain.>If you like Coke or Pepsi? Allow me to elucidate upon thee why I prefer the Doctors Pepper.>We literally use that stuff to scrub and degrease engines when we run outta milspec degreaser overseas.>It also has flavor. Unlike the other two.>That's why I am lamenting the massive Cube'o'Soda(It's only missing one can too) as I glare balefully at it while I drink another cup of orange juice.>On one side of me levitates the TV remote.>The other is a compacted sphere of fire.>Thankfully it's not producing smoke or the fire alarms would be going off.I move my right hand, the TV remote does a barrel roll.>Left hand causes the orb to begin slowly changing colors as I heat it through the visible spectrum...>ZZZRT! ZZZRT!>Remote clatters to the table and the ball explodes in my face, blowing back my fur and I swear the tip of my nose is now singed.>My headache... lessens slightly.>Then the Mariachi band begins playing again.>I left the balcony door open. Idiot.>I pickup the phone, eyeball it and exhale.>"Phox's Billiards and Balls, You rack them, I'll Crack 'em, Phox speakin'.">I pull the phone away slightly as my mother groans in disgust. >Gaze Upon My Works Ye Mighty, and Despair.>Apparently her internets sketchy again. >Turn it off, then on again.>Did that already? Bullshit and Lies, progenitor.>I hear the sound of cords being unplugged, thirty awkward seconds of silence, "Oh, it works now. Nevermind." *Click*>This woman is going to college for Forensic Computer analysis, ladies and gents.>I rebuilt my schools entire IT dept from scratch, and built the libraries database system at 16 over a summer.>POP!POP!RATTA-TAT-AT!!!BINGBONG[FuckMYLIFE!]BANG!!>I scramble over the back of the couch and cower.>Fireworks?>Fireworks.
>>58299678Yeah just a bit frazzled, it's one thing laying your friend to rest, it's a whole different thing when you were there trying to resuscitate him while waiting for EMT.There is a sense of helplessness akin to watching a force of nature barring down on you like a flood, a firestorm, or tornado.
>>58299454It's been a wild ride so far.>>58299883You have my deepest sympathies and condolences. I can absolutely understand how you feel, if you ever need a spot to vent/talk/just have some anon who won't judge and simply listen? reach out if you're comfortable.I've been places and done a lot in the last 40 years - doing your best to stave off the reaper is the hardest thing anyone can do, and it's harder to accept it when it's a loved one.
>>58299678Again, it is nobody's fault. I am not blaming you for criticizing me. It was actually helpful for earlier parts. I just don't like the story anymore. I don't like reading or writing it now. I'm glad people did seem to like it more than I did. I just wasn't, and I've got no desire to continue right now. Deleting it was a little impulsive, I had a really rough day when I decided to do it and my head wasn't really in the right space. Personal problems and stress from life. I can't undo it now, though.
>>58299735VetPhox has discovered her one weakness.>>58299883As >>58299899 said, we're here and happy to listen if you need to talk about it.>>58300120I'd strongly advise taking another crack at writing for this thread soon. You clearly have talent and passion. Remember that self-censorship is the worst thing you can do to yourself as an artist, not just because your art is irreplaceably yours and so everyone is diminished by its removal, but also because you deny yourself the opportunity to grow and learn from you past pieces. Everything story you write, however flawed, has a story to tell about your journey, and no matter how much you may think the former deserves to be deleted, the latter deserves to be told far more. So try you best to restrain that impulse in future, as you'll be doing yourself a big favour.
>>58300314Not tonight. Another time.
>>58245998>Do you ever think about how some Pokémon, if they could talk and think like humans, could just join society as if they used to be one?Yes, but I think about the other end of this a lot more. The fact that Pokemon Humans can, if they train hard enough and are serious about it; acquire a level of physical & supernatural power (whether that be psychic, aura, or whatever ghost-types use) comparable to their Pokemon companions. It tickles my brain that in their world 99.99% of everyone is actually very content with their comfortably modern society and isn't really interested in becoming a Shonen Jump character that can fire energy blasts or crush boulders with their fists. People like that exist, they have a community, it probably massively strengthens the bonds and removes the barriers between Pokemon & Humans, but most everybody would just rather be normies. That reads.
>>58300417I mean it'd have to be incredibly difficult to achieve that level of mastery.
>>58297346>>58297346>You slowly take a peek outside.>Just life as usual in a world where...>What do they call it again?>Fictionalization or something?>A world where people are turning into fantasy creatures.>Ahem, a DREAM world where people are turning into fantasy creatures.>And as a pink gremlin hidden in a bush, needless to say, nobody is going to be alerted by your totally normal presence.>Why do you even need a weapon anyway, this isn't like panic is going to ensue if someone sees you.>...But.>Now where could you find a large amount of stee...>Scrapyard.>Oh that's a good place to be!>You grin and remember there is one at the edge of the city.>Could be some FUN things to find in there.>Problem is, you have to go there first.>On the way, there is a garden near a small local castle, a large river, railroads and a few houses.>The first one might not be dangerous, but the others...>Dangerous?>Why would it be dangerous? Why are you thinking about danger?>You grab your (small) hammer and your combi drill and...>Wait, why do you want to risk getting caught during the day?>You could just wait for night time and not have to deal with people outside.>Time to go back inside the house and be lazy for the rest of the day!>That's what dreams are for!>So, you spend the next 7 hours slouched on the sofa, drinking cola and eating junk food while watching stupid stuff on television.>That's quite a long dream.
>>58301130It must be a dream if there’s that much TV worth watching
>>58301315Alternate universe where not everything on TV is complete dogshit.(Besides, when you get turned into a 2ft pink gremlin that looks like it has even less braincells, you start not giving a fuck about TV slop.)
>>58301315>>58301488The fact that you need to lobotomise yourself to enjoy modern TV is a disgrace.
>>58297320>"You said I was a ghost, right?" asked the Zoroark.>"Yes, w..." replied your colleague before being interrupted.>The Zoroark jumped at your hand holding the bodycam.>As her arm was phasing through the partition wall, you somehow managed to pull it away in the last second.>Moments after, her arm was immovably stuck in the partition wall.>"I'm stuck. I'M STUCK!" shouted the Zoroark as she realized her situation.>"Shouldn't have attempted assaulting an officer," your colleague replied to her while chuckling.>"FUCK YOU! You imprisoned a federal agent! You have no right!" she continued shouting and struggling to get her arm free.>"Refusal to cooperate with a police officer," your colleague continued to antagonize her.>"ARGHHH!" she screamed while trying to pull her arm free using her feet for leverage.>Even if you considered it funny, this had to stop at some point.>"Enough of this for now. We have a job to do," you said to your colleague.>"And you stop before you get your legs stuck as well," you said to the Zoroark.>She relented for now, but her yellow eyes were full of bile.>"What do you want from me?" she said, furiously.>"We are holding you under the suspicion of potential identity theft and impersonating a federal employee," you said calmly.>"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!" she shouted.>You were curious if her behavior was influenced by turning into a Hisuian Zoroark or if it was her baseline.>It would be bad if she already was like that before and becoming aHisuian Zoroark doubled down on that.>"No. As a Zoroark, you have the capability to impersonate people, and that makes you a prime suspect in any potential crimes. So please cooperate with us," you replied.>"Now. Papers, please," said your colleague.>She clearly wasn't happy with it, but she had no other choice.>She was searching for something in her hair before handing it over to your colleague through a sliding window in the partition wall.
>>58302803>It was a badge and some documents.>Your colleague went through with them like any other checkup.>He looked at her and a document containing her photo.>Most likely just to piss her off.>He was certainly having fun with this.>But after a while he decided to start asking questions about what those documents contained.>Name, surname, social security number, all that bullshit.>She answered all of those questions correctly, giving credence to the fact that she was who she claimed she was.>There was a small chance of her just having killed or imprisoned the original agent and assumed her identity, but you personally doubted it.>Your real goal was to find out what she wanted from the Lucario.>"Are you now going to release me now or what?" she asked angrily.>"Not yet; we have additional questions," you continued>"I swear to God, once my superior hears of this..." she said before cutting off.>"Leave your threats for later," you replied>"Now. When did you turn?" you asked her.>"I woke up like this today..." she replied.>"That's extremely recent. Why did you even come to the station today? You clearly don't know your abilities," you inquired further.>"Do you think I don't know that? I have been doing what I've been doing on instinct this entire time," she replied to you with venom in her voice.>"Why did you even come to the station then?" asked your colleague.>"Because I wanted to find out what has happened to me..." she replied.>"Well, no one at the station knows, so I assume it has something to do with the Lucario," you said to her.>"Correct. That's also the reason I picked the two of you to help me search for it. From the reports I read, I concluded that you would seem... more trustworthy, as you met it before. The moment it showed up at the station, I had to jump at the possibility," she stated.>"That's all well and good, but I doubt that the Lucario knew much about the current goings-on," said your colleague.
>>58303008>"Well, it is my best shot at finding out what is going on. That Lucario clearly has been transformed for a while at this point, considering how its abilities have developed. It might be one of the first transformation cases to occur," she said.>"So you are just searching just so you could ask it some questions in the hope it might know what is going on?" you asked.>"The other options are going to the CDC in hopes they'll find a cure or hiding somewhere until someone else finds it out," she replied.>"Well, that makes two of us in terms of not trusting the CDC. Then again, I don't trust the FBI either," replied your colleague.>"There is also another reason why I'm searching for it. A few days ago someone reported a missing person. I was at the scene. It was a break-in, or more accurately a break-out, as the broken glass was on the outside and blood was on the floor. We found several hairs and pawprints that belonged to some unknown species, most likely Pokemon. Black, red, and blue. The thing with blue colors in nature is that they are extremely rare. So I have grounds to suspect that the Lucario might have had some involvement with what happened," she explained.>She was far calmer when explaining the situation.>You were aware of that case, but with the current amount of shit going on, there were not enough officers to deal with everything.>There was a silence for a while as you took in the information.>From your experiences, theLucario never struck you as something malevolent.>It helped with the Aggron and brought in that kid with his Houndoom.>At worst it would fall under a form of vigilantism.>"Maybe there were more of them?" you thought to yourself.>"So what are you going to do with me now? Are you going to take me to the CDC?" asked the Zoroark.>"No. You are free to go." you replied.>"What?" she asked, confused about what you said, not knowing what to make of what you said.
>>58301130>Getting through the garden was child's play.>There was a few weird birds on the way, but nothing too threatening.>The bridge over the river though...>Well, a few cars might've spotted you as you were running through it.>Makes you wonder for a brief second what was their reaction.>And that bridge also felt much bigger than before, mostly due to your small legs.>The houses? Thankfully, none of them had guard dogs, that would've been scary if one of them jumped on you while you were going through their backyard.>But here it is! The scrapyard!>Closed down of course, it's getting late, almost midnight.>It's a good thing you took a flashlight with you, there's barely any light in that place.>The gates are closed.>You put your hands in front of you and try to open them with telekinesis...>...But it doesn't work.>"Oh come on, why does nothing works in this dream! Even in Inception they did interesting stuff!" You say to yourself, getting annoyed.>You walk around the scrapyard and spot a wire fence.>You grin and put your hands on the fence, then pull on it.>Surprisingly, you rip it off entirely with minimal effort.>"Ahhh, finally, some dream fun!">That fence was probably rusty and very old.>Now you have an entire playfield all for yourself, full of steel and metal.>Lots of cars were stored here, even a semi-truck. Most of them were crushed, totaled and generally unusuable.>All of a sudden, the perfect blueprint for a nice hammer comes to your mind.>Large, very large, an axe on top, long handle...>It surprises you how quick you came up with this idea.>Is it the dream doing this? Or something else...>You're not exactly sure why, but you decide to ignore it and go along with the plan.
>>58303591>You scoop around the place, gather a few pieces of scrap metal on a pile, then check a pick-up truck.>Perhaps you could salvage the driveshaft from it.>You try to look under the truck but crawling under it would be pretty inconvenient.>You put your hand on the truck and look under it.>The truck gets pushed back and you fall to the ground.>But when you look around, you see nothing.>You thought something pushed the truck, yet you're alone in this place.>...Was it you?>Dream magic again?>Intrigued, you put your hands under the pick-up truck and try to slightly lift it.>As ridiculous as it sounds, and despite it being really heavy, you somehow manage to slightly lift it.>What the hell!?>Super strength?>You don't know about it because Pokemon is only a thing you played as a kid a long time ago, but if a Tinkaton can lift a 200 pounds steel hammer and very easily swing it around, who knows how much weight they can lift...>You take a deep breath and get a good grip on the truck.>And with all of your force, you flip the damn thing on it's side!>Then, you grab the driveshaft and rip the damn thing off the truck!>You can't help but grin and let out a slightly evil laugh."Hehehehe, now this, this is fun!"
>>58303600>With the driveshaft in your hands and a good pile of scrap gathered from nearby vehicles, you grab your small not-amazon basics hammer and start banging on the steel with it.>You're not exactly sure why you're doing it, but it feels good to just smash metal together.>But you feel like it has the potential to craft something good.>With a lot of strength, the steel from the hammer quickly heats up the metal taken from the vehicles.>Also produces a few sparks, but it also does quite the noise.>If you could just heat it up enough so it becomes slightly liquid...>You feel like this is ridiculous, you can't just smash it enough that it just melts without a furnace...>But you can't stop yourself, it just feels good to just bang on that damn metal!>And bang on it...>Bang.>Bang!>BANG!>But that stupid tiny hammer is too weak, and at this rate, the wooden handle will break in your hand.>So you grab a small metal bar and a bit of scrap.>And you smash all of it to make it stick together...>Bang!>Bang!!>Bang!!!>Oh that feels good!>With this makeshift hammer, you can bang on the steel even harder...>BANG!>Why.>BANG!>Are.>BANG!!!>You.>BANG!!!!! >Doing.>BANG!!!!!!!!!>This.>You catch your breath, exhausted, the metal is bright red, extremely hot, almost reaching it's melting point.>Your arms and hands hurt.>This is completely stupid.>Why are you doing this when you could just do something more simple and fun like you always do in your dreams...>And that pain in your arms...>And you being exhausted...>It feels too... Real...>But it's a dream...>Right?
>>58302803>>58303008>>58303175Ha. I love it - the fur and confusion of suddenly becoming a Pokemon hits us all equally regardless of what walk of life we're originally from. Well unless you're VetPhox of course. In any case, watching you deftly tie copanon's story into protag's is a real treat.>>58303591>>58303600>>58303608It seems the facade is starting to crack - even Pokemkn need to rest sometime. Tinkaton working on its metal by just bashing the everloving shit out of it like a roided up caveman is too perfect. ESL snarls aside, you're bringing the 'mon's hyper-strength hyper-gremlin nature across excellently. I like how the instincts and the human thought processes are very separate like in Herding Cats, mainly serving to get in each other's way. It's a fun way of doing things.With all the noise she's making, I can't help but wonder if Tinkanon's going to wind up having a run-in with mama Aggron from protag's story. Although maybe you don't intend for this to be the same town/junkyard.
>>58303990I like mentally deranged characters and Tinkaton is the perfect chaotic neutral character for it.I'll compensate the ESL fuckery by trying to write something interesting.Nah, for now, I'll avoid using characters from the other stories, so this'll be an entirely different scrapyard.
>>58303608There's something... cathartic about just beating the hell out of scrap to make something. I have a furnace and forge in the shed, I have a 8lb hammer and a 4lb hammer. They work great.>>58299735>Fireworks.>But that's not what I'm hearing.>A year ago I was the gunner on a convoy and my truck hit an IED.>UnexpectedRocketMan.Gif>I did not stick the landing. >In fact, Landed like a wet sack of used ass.>I did however wake up long enough to remember the sound of bullets zipping into the ground around me.>Ear flatten, tail curls between my legs and at some point I managed to shut the balcony door with my mind.>low crawling back to my room and shutting the door nets me peace and quiet as the fireworks start. >I need a shower. >And a Beer.>A Case, preferably.>Thankfully I don't have any. I'm trying to turn a new leaf.>Instead I go to the mirror and breath. >Deep Breath In.>Hold it, focus on my own face.>Slowly let it out.>You're not desperately trying to stand up and not understanding why your vision's blurry.>In.>You're home. Not being tackled by some guy through a doorway.>Out.>The ringing has stopped, the headache is going away as well. It's silent.>And then Gods reminder that if you had an attention span, you'd be unstoppable.>I hold up a red glowing, rotating ring of fire.>Suddenly the laughter isn't just outside and from the kids. It's me.>I'm laughing.>I'm a five foot tall magical telepathic firefox.>I walk back out onto the balcony, use the embers of the fire to light a cigarillo and lean back in the hammock.>Face your fear, it's just fireworks and kids.>Not the human wreckage they pulled out of the rubble of a near collapsed building.>I blow a smoke ring and catch it with my mind before slowly twisting it, trying for something complex.>what I actually get is a floating dick.>And the neighbor across the way pointing at me and shouting.>I send the floating smoke dick chasing after her with a grin, Lobo would be proud.
>>58304458>Mariachi and fireworks for a kid’s birthdayI see Phox is living in a culturally enriched part of town.
>>58305910Fire type vs wetbacks?
>>58305910Southern AZ, I had, until moving to that apartment complex, never heard a Mariachi band outside of like a Mexican themed restaurant doing birthdays or celebrations.>>58306933Could we not? I deal with that shit from my family enough.
>>58307026Tucson? Or more Wild west town Southern AZ?
>>58307104Tucson area/borderline city limits
>>58307164Wilcox area for me, sure been weird weather for AZ almost tropical.Had that tornado close call a week or so ago.
>>58307363I'm out in Marana now - Last weekends storm ripped off a portion of the metal roofing, despite being able to see daylight through a couple of the screw holes that I've since plugged with some flex seal, and flextape, todays rainstorms haven't leaked inside. Yet. I could do without the humidity though, I don't mind tropical weather, it just plays merry hell with the full body arthritis and my sinuses.
>>58307384This weather never used to be this way.If it keeps up the desert will turn green.
>>58247531>HEY EVERY !!!!!
>>58307363>>58307164Professor Decidueye has just enough fingers left to show a pitchfork, go Devils!(What does that say about our state?)
>>58307523That's it's huge and we could have anyone here from Nogalas to Phoenix or Quartzite to Yuma.
>>58299454>She didn’t notice.>Bracing your good foot against the wooden railway tie.>Dropping your tail.>Lowering your ears.>Narrowing your eyes.>Flexing and unflexing your fingers.>Baring your clenched teeth. >Spittle flecking from your mouth. >She didn’t react.>You erupted forward.>Faster than thought.>Wispy, violet fire roiled behind your palms.>On pure instinct you bounded across the track.>A needle charging at blinding speed.>Who was quicker was never in question.>You’d well proved that before.>But she didn’t know. >Didn’t know you were stronger.>Unacceptable.>Mid-bite, she finally noticed.>Too late.>Far too late.>Blindingly fast, her eyes couldn’t focus on you.>From a respectable, unthreatening distance to already laying a paw on her.>You weren’t human>You weren’t asking.>Begging.>Negotiating with her to turn back.>Your left hand gripped the gray, hardy outcrop of her shoulder.>You wanted the leverage.>You wanted this to hurt.>Aura flowed through your right palm on the upswing.>Now snout-to-snout with your victim, it pulled in more.>Her aura flowed out.>Fueling the fire at your fist.>And it wanted back.>As all life desired.>The palm strike struck the soft, fleshy-gray underside of Aggron’s chin.>And exploded.>You followed through.>Forcing her life violently back into the container it was drawn from.>The shockwave of your quick movement was nothing compared to the fiery tempest your strike delivered.>It was enough force to knock the girl off her wide, heavy feet.>Knock her backwards.>Her aron, were startled and confused by the whirlwind quickness.>One panicked and ran in circles. >The other shivered in place.>No need to guard.>Offense was the best defense.>Even as the living mountain toppled, you stayed close.>Lightning-fast strikes, jabs, elbow-strikes, and knees pounded her hide.>Her armor clanged off a rail.>Mud splattered her leathery skin as she awkwardly slid into the mud.
>>58308400>Unbalanced, she could barely raise her arms against you.>Flailing wildly was her only defense.>Her upper limbs were uncooperative, jerky, and incredibly sore. >Every feeble, desperate swipe was easily battered aside.>Instinct drove each ferocious blow home.>Wild animals showed more restraint.>You stopped when you felt it.>Slackened muscles, a long, sorry cry, and a desperate attempt to shield her face.>Submission.>You leaned close, positioning yourself for further violence if need be.“Go. Back.” You enunciated, pointing towards the distant junkyard she ventured out of.>A tinny, reluctant rumble came from the braver aron. >Along the tracks it charged, fast as its beady, little legs allowed.>Which wasn’t fast.>No quicker than a toddler.>You respected its bravery. >But not the recklessness.>The children must learn too.>Whatever animal intelligence drove it needed to know.>There was order to things.>There was hierarchy.>Grabbing it by the scruff of the neck was child’s play.>The metal shell on its back was a perfect handhold.>You let it scramble, kick, and nip.>Letting it tire itself. >This one needed correction most.>An attitude like would not do.>It could cause serious damage were it the size of its mother.>The haughty, confident attitude changed to confusion, then distress.>It looked up, wondering why you were toying with it.>You glowered back, firm and unpleased.>It ran straight into the hands of a predator.>The other aron, was still frozen and shivering.>It closed its blue eyes and buried its head in gravel, hoping not seeing you would somehow ward you off.>You picked up the limp aron as easy as its sibling.“Don’t do this.” You warned.“Ever.” >You pointed the little ones at the trashed railway.>You prayed they’d understand.>This was a harsh lesson.>It would take hours of hard labor from railroad workers to fix.>They’re lucky it wasn’t worse.
>>58308405>Were these three of sound mind, you’d have made them assist the rebuilding.>Mama aggron was terrified.>On her back, unable to raise her half-ton bulk, and seeing her babies in the grasp of a brutish hunter. >It might have been from the beating.>Or maybe it was just the light rain.>You weren’t sure if aggron could cry.>Looking hard enough, she was.>You released the babies on her upturned belly.>Immediately, they scrambled to her head, nuzzling and licking her chin.>She winced where they stepped over her bruises.“I’ll be watching.” Was you final warning.>And you did.>Unlike the poor policeman tasked with monitoring this lumbering leviathan, you could actually do something about her.>It was a long walk back.>Out of sight, you watched.>Her aura was fearful.>And thankfully, remorseful.>Perhaps there was intelligence beneath that metal dome.>But you had to make sure.>Twice, you let her see you.>A reminder.>Not one step back.>Or else.>It took hours.>Past crops, trees, ditches, and creeks.>She retraced her muddy steps.>She reentered the hole she tore through the chain-link fence.>Pure luck averted this disaster.>Hungry, filthy, and tired, you limped home.>Aggron was lucky.>A thrashing was the worst she got.>At least she wasn’t starving.Updated pastebin: https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4seLove reading your comments and other stories. Share ideas for more short stories if you have any!>>58304458benis :DDD>>58303591>>58303600>>58303608Imagine the L4D or TF2 frying pan sound effect over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and...>>58302803>>58303008>>58303175Interested to see what you've got in store here, keep it up!
>>58245998>Do you ever think about how some Pokémon, if they could talk and think like humans, could just join society as if they used to be one?They don't want to join society they want to do pokebattles
>>58303608>*huff* *huff*>You drop the small handmade hammer.>The huge pile of scrap is bright red and smoking.>It's so hot, it even lights up the area around it.>Just need to let it cool off now.>You walk a few meters and sit down on the ground, exhausted and out of breath.>You feel a wave of relief as you finally get a break after that intense workout.>Which is surprising since you were never really into sports or physical activities.>In almost an instant, your brain goes from 200% to 0%.>And you quickly fall asleep.>...>But while you're asleep, a few blue flashing lights illuminates the area.>Then flashlights.>It looks like someone has been alerted by your presence.>Quite the understatement, in fact, hour roided up caveman behavior has woken up the entire neighbourhood with all that noise.>Two men in police uniform are investigating the scene and shines their flashlights on you.>"Is that one of those things? Looks weird." Says one of the officers.>They quickly equip face masks. Just in case your contagious.>"Looks like a... Little girl creature. And it seems asleep. What do we do? We can't just arrest it for trespassing can we?" Says the other, a taser in hand.>"I'm gonna be real with you, I have no damn clue. And it's not like the CDC would be useful, they have like... Mountains of work right now so, y'know.">The duo slowly and quitely walks towards you and begins to take a close look while whispering to each other.">What about animal control?" Says the clueless taser dude.>"Dude, I really have no clue. I don't think they'd want to risk it with a potentially dangerous beast. They're like scared shitless these days.">The first policeman takes a few seconds to think about what to do next.>"I guess we could stick it in the car and keep it at the station until the CDC has time for it?" The officer says.>"Alright.">"If it tries to bite, you tase it!"
>>58308583>The two officiers carefully pick you up and carries you to the back of the police car, trying to not wake you up.>But once you get sat in the car and the door closes, you wake up.>You feel kinda dizzy, a bit disoriented and wondering where you are.>A car?>There is a large glass separating the back seats and the front seats.>And those lights outside.>Police car?>Did you get arrested?>You think you might be in trouble.>The two policemen are still outside.>Oh this won't do!>You remove the seat belt and try to open the door.>But obviously, you can't open it from inside.>As the two officers check for more Pokemon around the area, a metallic noise coming from the car alerts them.>And they witness you straight up ripping the car door out if it's hinges.>And that door is armored too.>"Jesus fucking christ, tase it!" Screams one of the officers, panicked by the display of strength you just did.>The other struggles to take his taser in noth of his hands.>But you just happily walk back towards the pile of scrap with your happy Tinkaton face, ignoring the officers entirely.>The duo looks confused.>And there it is, the fruit of your labor.>The scrap cooled down and looks now like a perfectly normal Tinkaton hammer.>You grin and grab the handle and raise the 200+ pounds weapon with little effort.>Then begin to swing it around, not being affected by the inertia at all.>The officers briefly look at each other, their mouth agape seeing you casually lifting off such a heavy item with ease.>Your eyes shine towards them as you turn your head in their direction.>"Let's fuck off." One says.>"Agreed." Says the other.>And they begin to run away as quick as they can, screaming for backup in their radio.>As you walk with your brand new weapon on your shoulder, you go towards a car that has been sitting here for a while.>And you SMASH IT with your hammer, flattening it entirely.>"This is where the fun begins!" You say, happy with your craft.
>>58308418>metal pipe falling sound effect.mp3>metal pipe falling sound effect.mp3>metal pipe falling sound effect.mp3>metal pipe falling sound effect.mp3
Quick bump
>>58304458I'd love to see the neighbour call the cops on VetPhox, only for then to show up and be left scratching their heads when they find a little kitsune mage lounging with her feet on the table, calmly asking then whether it's illegal to smoke in her own home.>>58308418I could definitely see protag running into trouble (wether physical, psychological, or both) from trying to shoulder too much responsibility solely on their shoulders coupled with whatever fallout arises from the kid having discovered where the hero from the original Aggron footage lives.>>58308583>>58308599These two posts were are bit rougher than your previous, but there's some fun ideas here - the cops being acutely aware that nobody really knows how to properly deal with these things, the implication that tons of people were calling animal control about Pokemon at first, but now they're flatly refusing to dispatch on such calls and maybe even added a cute little "if you are calling about a Pokemon, please hang up and dial 911" message to their lines, and Tinkaton just having full retard gremlin strength. She should probably beat it in case they next send someone with real firepower though. The perspective's a little weird since you describe things happening to Tinkanon while they're asleep and wouldn't percieve those things, but it gets the point across.I feel like they were being driven entirely by instinct in this scene and when the human half reasserts itself and really considers what she's done that could be pretty interesting/amusing as well.
Eyes refused to open as he gradually awoke from his nap. In spite of his blindness, however temporary, he could still feel his bed beneath him, and he found its current, almost deflated state to be very lacking. A soft chuff of hot air escaped his nose as he lifted his head up and then some, only to turn into a startled squawk as he finally opened his eyes.The world around him, a world he used to be the master of, was in tatters. Long, singular claw marks tore their way through his walls and dressers and shelves. Wood splintered on the floor, while his curtains were naught but ribbons. Even his hand, when he caught sight of it as he tried to crawl out of his bed-crater, wasn't as it should be, for a white, razor-sharp claw jutted forth from his purple wrist. Further up his slender forearm, a long fin was seemingly tacked onto it, given that it pointed awkwardly outwards like a shark's, and not downwards like a bird's feather. Though he couldn't see much of his own body, his thighs did have two small white spikes poking out of them, and while his feet were a bit thick, they had nothing on what must have been his tail. Fat, round, and stubby, the fins at its end were, of all things, not unlike a plane's tail fins, though he doubted that he could fly like one.After all that, maybe it was no wonder that he curled himself back up, gawked as he saw his red belly, and fitfully tried to get some sleep.
>>58309321Likewise
>This cigarillo is almost better than sex. >Just one problem.>New lungs, Who Dis?>I'll get used to the coughing eventually. Hell, not like that's the worst shit I've inhaled.>Ever seen a burnpit overseas? Yeah, those things smell like they look.>The hammock sways in the breeze and the air feels great.>Even half closed I feel the presence that is me drift through the house, settling on the Tv remote.>I love smart Tv's, especially when you rip out the trash installed and get a custom OS on there with jailbroken apps.>Music, free of ads, drifts through the apartment as my headache recedes. It's getting easier to deal with an fainter the more I exercise that 'muscle'.>I stub out the cigarillo and just vibe while half watching clouds go by, the occasional firework makes me flinch but that's small beans now.>I'm almost back to sleep when I hear, over the music, the pounding on my door.>Apparently my rendition of Green Lanterns dick, delivered Lobo style, was a bit much.>I pop the door, "Guten Tag, Officers.">They both recoil slightly while I produce another cigarillo and light it off the tip of my finger, and then hit them with the 'problem?' look.>"We... have reports of you causing a disturbance?" Comes the almost brain-off-just-answer. Reply.>I... sigh and rub the bridge of my muzzle between my eyes. >>58309387Stay out of my head lmao.
>>58310221>"I apologize." Mentally hitting the remote I drop the volume of the Tv a few levels, "Here, by the way." I hand over my ID, My Veterans ID and shrug, "Woke up like this.">They both take a few minutes to regroup, take the ID's and step away. The Fact I'm cooperating has them on the backfoot. One turns back to me, "So you're -">"A Delphox. Fire and Psychic, No, I would like to not go with you. Ya'll've got more issues than a pair of cats fuckin' in a sock, if the news's to be believed. I just want to smoke a cigar, drink a beer and lounge on my hammock in the back.">The hand does come off the taser, thats progress. but of course, it's now resting on the gun.>My eye's drop to half lidded and for a moment, time slows down.>Apparently I come with my own bullet time.>Good for me, Not for them. By a longshot.>The old adage, 'have a plan to kill everyone, and two escape routes at all times' flashes through my mind.>And then the hand comes off the gun and time resumes as normal. My heartbeat however, does not. Just... breathe, normally. Fucks sake. >"In the future, please, don't chase your neighbors with a smoking phallus, Ma'am.">I let my ears speak for me a bit by pinning them back and looking down at my foot as I cough, "Err.. I won't, Sorry about that.">My ID's are returned, "Well...call this in, you're cooperating and we're swamped as it is.">The door shuts after they take down some additional information and deliver a 'please don't leave the country, or cause any more trouble' speech.>I glance out to the balcony as the music goes back up, I reach into the fridge and float a bottle of water to me. >I lied about the beer. I would love one though.I drop back into the hammock and continue working on my control.>The stick wobbles in the air as I trace glowing lines in the air.>While pointedly grinning towards the lady across the courtyard.>She's very much not happy. And I very much don't care.
>>58309387Yeah I wrote it on my phone while at work. Wanted to keep the part aboit the cops to give a bit of extra world building since it would've been pretty illogical for cops to casually talk about Tinkanon and what to do after briefly detaining it. If you could point out to some of the parts badly worded, that'd be useful.>>58308599>You wake up to the nice and annoying sound of your phone alarm.>Your mattress feels... Harder than usual.>But it's not exactly a bad sensation. If anything, it's betters, feels like a massage.>You try to reach for your phone, but... It's not here.>You turn your head.>Why is your shelves so close to your bed?>You turn your head to the other side.>Why is your... Bed here?>You look at your hand.>Pink."Oh.">You're sleeping on the hammer.>Still in a dream?>This is really like Inception now.>That's... Odd.>And why did you sleep on that ha... Your hammer?>You decide to brush it off.>Time to turn on the computer and check for news.>...>Oh right, you can't really reach the keyboard now.>You raise your office chair height and turn on the computer.>You decide to go to your favorite imageboard, /v/.>...Oh.>Oh god.>There is a nuke siren sound effect playing on the catalog https://youtu.be/qf8GGfWZw5Q>And a pinned thread with a picture of Chris-chan that says "THE MERGE IS ON!">Pictures of Vegeta kneeling saying "I KNEEL">Half of the threads have a picture of Chris that says "APOLOGIZE">One saying: "Imagine living in a world with people turning into Pokemon and you're still stuck as a human" with a picture of Sonichu attached.>You decide to not go to your favorite imageboard today.>/x/ is doomposting.>/pol/ is /pol/>And you can't even begin to imagine what's being posted on /b/ and /trash/ right now.>...>You decide to go grab a snack.
>>58310221>>58310256Phoxanon straight up not giving a fuck about anything will never stop being funny.>>58310776>Damnit, just noticed the "why is your shelves" instead of "why are your shelves"
>>58309431A story posted directly to the thread, but not as a greentext. That's interesting
>>58311011I don't green text because I already scrimp for every character for our 2000 limit as is
>>58311141I'm not saying there's a problem with it. I quite like it so far. I just haven't seen it here yet, most people are writing greentexts so it's different
>>58310840Not going to lie - would *you* arrest a behaving psychic/fire fox that just demonstrated control enough to light a fire off their finger, and turn the volume down with their brain? If animal control is wigging out - the police have got to be absolutely feeling overwhelmed here. I'd just go 'stop throwing dicks at people and behave' and promptly hope the rest of the shifts that calm, write my reports and hide under the bed at home lest a Drowzie climb through your open window and decide your dreams are lunch... while slowly suffocating you to death under it's weight on your chest.
>>58311598>tfw no drowzee to sit on your face in your sleep
>>58303175>You helped the Fedoark dislodge her arm from the partition wall.>Honestly, you just gave motivational speeches to her until she found a way to pull it out.>"Now what?" she asked.>"Feel free to go home or whatever," you replied.>Your colleague opened the back door locks.>The Zoroark took on human form and opened the door halfway.>Unfortunately for you, you got a call to immediately drive to somewhere near the train tracks.>The Aggron broke the premises of the junkyard and is now chomping down on the train tracks like on a Slim Jim.>You heard the back door closing shut.>"Drive there, now!" said the Zoroark .>"Change of mind?" replied your colleague.>"Yes. Now drive!" she shouted.>"I'd advise you to put on your seat belts. It will be a bumpy ride," he replied with a smile on his face.>The tires screeched as the car started again.>The street was clear of all other cars, so your car pulled a 180-degree change of direction onto the street and rushed forward with the lights and siren blaring.>This maneuver was enough to break the Zoroark's disguise again and put a fear of death into her normal half.>"Jesus Christ! You are going to kill us all!" she shouted.>"I told you to put on your seatbelts," he said.>Your colleague had pursuit training, so he knew his way with a car.>By the time you arrived, the Aggron was lying on the ground.>Defeated by an old face.>The captain noticed on the GPS that you were the first at the scene, and he radioed over to you.>Your colleague explained the situation to him.>In the meantime, the Zoroark recovered from the driving experience and crawled outside.>"This is a perfect opportunity; I'm going to follow it to its den," she said to you, talking about the Lucario.>"And what if it notices and tries to attack you?" you replied.>"I'll change the way I look or simply run away," she replied.>Before you managed to dissuade her from doing it, she was already gone.
>>58310221>>58310256VetPhox is just the ultimate vibe. It's glorious. Honestly kinda surprised the neighbour even remembered to mention the smoked sausage to the dispatcher after the surely hysterical, "there's a demon in my neighbour's apartment!" she probably lead with. Heh, a baptist preacher who still thinks Pokemon is demonic turning into a Morgrem would be pretty funny...>please don't leave the countryA high-powered business executive arguing with gate control that he HAS to be at his business meeting, regardless of the fact that he's a Pachirisu now.>>58310776Well, "it's betters" should be "it's better". Other than that and the mistake you already recognised yourself, not actually THAT bad for this post. 4chan being even worse during an event like this feels very accurate. Also, Chris coping and absolutely losing his mind when he doesn't transform. Ohhh dear.>>58311784This one may actually cause a continuity issue. I wouldn't say it's IMPOSSIBLE that the Houndoom incident, the Conrad incident, and the train incident all take place on the same day, but it feels kinda unlikely. Original writefag, what do you reckon?
>>58312577>Original writefag, what do you reckon?They're all days apart. Time is convoluted in Lordran.
>>58312754Yeah so that creates a slight issue with copanon's post at >>58311784 . I'm wondering if he could insert a scene with the Noivern and then pick the H-Zoroark thread back up again later.
>>58312784An unfortunate inevitability.Wouldn't stress it too much.
>>58312807Sure, but I fugure if it's possible to keep these things straight, we may as well.
>>58312577Oh gotcha, I thought it was stuff like entire sentences wrong.Yeah, it was funny to remember the whole chris crazy stuff and how it would be in this setting, funny little thing for a single short post.
>>58312893Well your previous had a lot more errors, but this isn't the nest format for me to believe giving your work full proofreading passes.
>>58312577>MorgremI'm...biased against most religious pastors due to..well the obvious as of late with all the hate, brimstone and fire rhetoric so..the outside matches the inside. Picrel.The lady across the way was 100% not at all inspired by the lady yelling at me when my kid tried helping her kid up and the local bullies saying it was my kid that hurt the little girl. Just imagine the most judgmental Karen watching a kid be wholesome and ignoring the evidence they're helping and the other kids are at fault..to yell at that kid. ... fuck I hated those apartments.
https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-4Ben relieves some good memories, has a pleasant dream, and eats a big dinner.Be honest with me about this one, because I'm pretty sure I'm at least gonna rewrite parts of this when I have a clearer head no matter what. Professor if you read this I hope you don't mind your little "cameo." I already knew Ben was a college dropout and when you started writing about a college professor it felt too perfect not to throw in an Easter egg.I haven't had enough time to reply to everyone's stuff, but I've been really enjoying it. It's cool that there are so many new people, makes the thread feel a lot more lively.
>>58312754>>58312807>>58312784Clover Guild fag here. We never fixed this issue and now the timeline is just a vague suggestion. I don't think it's gonna kill your guys' project, but if you can keep it from piling up it helps
>>58312577>>58312754>>58312807>>58312784Not a big issue. I kind of felt like I was rushing things forward with the Fedoark.I'm going to split that part in two and fill it with some stuff in regard to the current 3 transformed people in the story. Salazzle needs some attention, Derek needs to get home, and FBI agent Hisuian Zoroark needs a small training arc for the second part.Probably going to post it in the next thread, most likely.
Oh yeah, new thread soon. Maybe we should have a plan this time…
>>58314376I still don't have any better ideas than "Transformation General", with the current fics listed under the "We Were Pokemon-verse", so if anyone else has got more of a clue than I do, then by all means...
>>58314864Let's go Kumoko?I am and Pokemon now, So what?
>>58314376>>58314864>>58314913I woke up as a Pokemon, So What?
>>58315428Sound good.
>>58314913>>58315428>>58315793Seconding this.Can someone make a thread and link it here? I'm shit at making them.
>>58316212I have no clue if I did this right.NEW THREAD!>>58316473>>58316473>>58316473
It is for some reason important to me that the thread reach the bump limit properly.
>>58313865To quote the XCOM Councilman: Excellent. We look forward to seeing your progress.>>58313233Damn, Ben's carrying some heavy stuff, huh? We should all be so lucky that a girl like that would even exist in the real world. Not sure why he can't cry, though - I get only humans cry in response to emotional stimuli IRL, but Pokemon cry in the anime all the time.I guess him being chased by the Decidueye, besides being one of those debatably false Pokemon memories, is also symbolic of his trauma regarding his academic failures because Professor Decidueye and all that, but that point could probably stand to be made a little clearer.Far more concerning is that rather than beginning to take control over the "zone" and master his Pokemonness as he should, the opposite seems to be happening. Thanks to the other cats, circumstances didn't force Ben far enough out of his comfort zone to require him to attain said mastery and now his complacency is winning out SO completely that he's purposefully surrendering more and more of his self-control to his instincts. In so doing, his humanity is slipping away, once again just like that Pokerole supplement I mentioned.This is the first instance we've seen in these threads of someone actively and progressively losing themselves before our very eyes. No lie, things are looking REALLY bad for this guy. He's completely screwed if he continues on this trajectory, and he doesn't even know it, 'nor does he have any cause to change that trajectory.I said before that this story is hard to read in a good way, and that's definitely continuing here. Maybe he'll still turn things around somehow, but either way Ben's story serves as a good illustration of the diversity of experience associated with these transformations. Phoxanon and ProfD have great lives after the fact, but Mama Aggron and Ben? Not so much...
>>58316920Even more tragic possibility real quick: Ben actually IS aware that he's losing himself, and is deliberately allowing it to happen because he can't live with how selfish and pitiful he considers himself to be - psychological suicide. He'd RATHER be an animal without higher thought (the fact that Pokemon DO in fact have higher thought even if they aren't former humans is immaterial in this thought process) who need only follow his instincts and listen to his master's instructions and all will be taken care of.
