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Anonymous No.58048324 >>58048345 >>58048566 >>58048571 >>58049634 >>58049670 >>58049713 >>58050441 >>58051202 >>58051359 >>58052303 >>58053162 >>58053210 >>58056894 >>58057264 >>58057332 >>58058079 >>58058330 >>58059224 >>58059683 >>58062339 >>58063096 >>58065889 >>58066563 >>58068987 >>58071174 >>58071682 >>58071815 >>58074602 >>58087775 >>58091837 >>58099314
You've been transformed into a Lucario. Would you still go to work? What would your girlfriend think?
Anonymous No.58048332 >>58048426
>/vp/
>work
>girlfriend
Anonymous No.58048345
>>58048324 (OP)
Well my gf is white so she would probably like dog cock
Anonymous No.58048426
>>58048332
I was being generous with my assumptions.
Anonymous No.58048566 >>58048774 >>58048859 >>58049503 >>58050820
>>58048324 (OP)
i go get a weavile gf
Anonymous No.58048571 >>58048760 >>58049654 >>58057262 >>58059051 >>58062040 >>58074294 >>58078477 >>58078604
>>58048324 (OP)
IRL your life would simply be over.
>hounded by the media trying to interview you
>hounded by furries trying to find out how you transformed and if they can do it too
>hounded by furries wanting to fuck you or at least see your dick
>hounded by half the scientists and researchers of basically every scientific field and probably quite a few governments too
>get tons of questions when you're trying to do basic tasks like buying groceries and such
>shat on by anti-AI guys just assuming you're roleplaying via AI
>shat on by various groups who think you're just in some realistic fursuit and they want to rip it off of you to make fun of whoever's inside
>get sued by Nintendo for using their IP without their permission
>get roped into doing publicity work for TPC assuming Nintendo doesn't assassinate you
>don't have thumbs anymore so you probably can't do your job or a lot of basic tasks
>at constant risk of dying because your biology is so different that a lot of medical technology and techniques simply wont work on you
>at risk of accidentally using an attack and blowing a hole through someone's house
>probably get yanked around by every govt trying to buy you out so you can use your aura shit to spy on other govts
>probably get pulled into a van and dissected in some hidden lab somewhere
>everyone's afraid that you'll read their minds/emotions
>schizos might try to kill you so you don't read their minds/emotions
Anonymous No.58048760 >>58049634 >>58060345
>>58048571
Assuming you remain in the real world, you'd become an instant celebrity and could probably live your whole life on easy mode.
I don't think furries, criminals, schizos etc would be a problem because Lucario can just punch a hole through them.
Anonymous No.58048774
>>58048566
Weavile only dates catmen
Anonymous No.58048859
>>58048566
Based evil shortstack enjoyer
Anonymous No.58049503 >>58049585
>>58048566
Anonymous No.58049585 >>58049669
>>58049503
Thats a boy!
Anonymous No.58049634
>>58048324 (OP)
I probably complain how I turned into a karate jackal, but then walk it off. This isn't Look Outside, so the transformation happened but I retained my sanity.
I'd probably live this >>58048760, and when I drop from FOTM, I go back to my old job, and work like if nothing happened. This will probably go back on his own.
I hope.
>GF
Good one anon, but I have more chances of finding a girlfriend as a dog than now.
Anonymous No.58049654
>>58048571
Yeah it’s not worth it unless you go to the Pokemon world too
Anonymous No.58049669
>>58049585
Only of you want it to be!
Anonymous No.58049670
>>58048324 (OP)
>Would you still go to work? What would your girlfriend think?

Nigga I'm going to become a lab rat
Anonymous No.58049713
>>58048324 (OP)
I'd commit suicide by High Jump Kick out of my window.
瞬間 No.58050441
>>58048324 (OP)
I would rape her. Just like that Leaf fag raped his wife.
Anonymous No.58050454
>get transformed into lucario
>nintendo sues you for all your money for the rest of your life
Anonymous No.58050473 >>58051194 >>58051949
My wife would be all in. She's already drawn her OC taking various pokeknot. Why do you think I married her?
Anonymous No.58050820
>>58048566
this but fire monke instead
Anonymous No.58051188 >>58058855
I wouldn't do shit. Who gives a fuck?
Anonymous No.58051194 >>58056638
>>58050473
You get cucked by fictional men, holy shit.
Anonymous No.58051195 >>58051336 >>58054585 >>58057270
Would I still be a girl? I don't think my girlfriend would mind :3
Anonymous No.58051202
>>58048324 (OP)
Wouldn't need to work. Just sell feet pics on Only Fans, I'd be a millionaire easily. Don't have or want a gf, I'd just train my aura all day to get goku stronk.
Anonymous No.58051244 >>58051254
I’d just play with my butt all day.
Anonymous No.58051254 >>58051357
>>58051244
You do that now
Anonymous No.58051336 >>58051353
>>58051195
That would imply that you're one in the first place. I think you know the real answer to your question.
Anonymous No.58051353 >>58051392
>>58051336
/vp/ is one of the more feminine boards
Anonymous No.58051357
>>58051254
Yes, but now it’s bigger, blue, and bouncier.
Anonymous No.58051359 >>58051367 >>58051493 >>58054098
>>58048324 (OP)
Damn this thread was a lot less sexy than I was hoping.
Anonymous No.58051367
>>58051359
What do you want people to say? They'll whip it out and start jacking it in front of the mirror?
Anonymous No.58051392
>>58051353
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1faGNp9xvNQ
Anonymous No.58051493
>>58051359
Should have used Braixen/Delphox, Meowscarada, Gardevoir, or Primarina instead.
Anonymous No.58051949 >>58056638
>>58050473
ayo dis ytboi get cucked by dogs
Anonymous No.58052303 >>58053178
>>58048324 (OP)
>Your girlriend
>girl
>friend
OP, I'm a borderline gay zoophile for a reason…
Anonymous No.58053162 >>58055171
>>58048324 (OP)
Always wanted to be a superhero, so I'd dedicate my life to fighting crime and making the world a better place. And if there are other people who transformed into powerful pokemon, someone has to reel them in if they step out of line.
tfw instantly accused of racism after foiling a convenience story robbery with a force palm to the black suspect's face
Anonymous No.58053178 >>58054182
>>58052303
This is gay, man. Also do you imply that you are "zoophile" in terms of intellect rather than in terms of shape? Or else what's the problem with friend?
Anonymous No.58053210 >>58053217 >>58053246
>>58048324 (OP)
Can I be tf'd into something else?
Anonymous No.58053217 >>58053225
>>58053210
You are gonna be an assdog and YOU ARE GONNA LIKE IT
Anonymous No.58053225 >>58053267 >>58056058
>>58053217
Can I at least be a Riolu?
Anonymous No.58053246 >>58053252
>>58053210
Yes. You're now a female Lopunny in heat
Anonymous No.58053252 >>58054253
>>58053246
>Female
Gross, nevermind
Anonymous No.58053267 >>58053291
>>58053225
sure, why not
Anonymous No.58053291
>>58053267
Yay, now I get to bottom for sexy Fighting types
Anonymous No.58054098 >>58055171
>>58051359
Anon, not every Lucario is going to be absurdly horny. Same goes for a Lucario who was formerly human, despite a lot of furries definitely having the hots for him.
Really wish I had the time to write out a longer post tonight because I really like these sort of threads. Hopefully this one is still up tomorrow night.
Anonymous No.58054182
>>58053178
Not saying anything more because I don't wanna get ridiculed again for never having sex or even talking to a femoid without being spoken to at 35.
Anonymous No.58054253 >>58055235
>>58053252
A female Lopunny is life on easy mode.
Anonymous No.58054585
>>58051195
12.5%
Anonymous No.58055171 >>58055182 >>58058044 >>58061046 >>58082622
>>58053162
>>58054098
I hope you do, Anon.

>You were like a kid again.
>A kid times…
>A hundred?
>Boundless energy didn’t come close to describing this feeling.
>You sped up.
>In minutes, you’d gotten used to dashing as fast as a car.
>You dodged past branches and hopped over divots and cracks faster than thought.
>The t-shirt and shorts you kept on clung to your lean, muscled form.
>The lingering human part of your brain insisted you wear something.
>You wish you hadn’t; you could go even faster.
>The sharp, iron spike on your chest already bore a hole through the fabric.
>Had this happened to others?
>Surely, it had, right?
>You hoped so.
>Others needed to experience this.
>The few people out this early bore no changes.
>No one saw you coming.
>You sprinted silent as a cat and faster than the wind.
>The few who did turn their heads only saw kicked up leaves and grass clippings as you bounded further out of sight.
>Racing down the sidewalk was too easy.
>Turning on a dime, you leapt over hedgerows into a backyard.
>Two steps after landing, you leapt again over their fence.
>Three bounding steps this time, before leaping over another wooden fence.
>A stray cat froze in place as you cleared a swimming pool.
>The scent of chlorine made your nose crinkle, but it passed within a quarter-second.
>Twisting in mid-air, you avoided crashing into a child’s sandbox filled with toys and a castle.
>Looked professional. Budding architect here.
>Seeing the two-story Victorian home on the corner gave you one final, big hurdle.
>And a chance to really test your legs.
>You landed low to the ground and bent your knees.
>You didn’t jump.
>You launched.
>Up you flew towards the roof.
>And past it.
>Panic set in.
>You underestimated your own strength.
>You flailed, barely grabbing the roof’s ridge with an outstretched hand.
>You felt like you had thumbs. Sort of. Gripping was weird.
>Maybe should’ve practiced more at home before doing this.
>It wasn’t enough to stop you.
Anonymous No.58055182 >>58057086 >>58058044 >>58059627
>>58055171
>You sloppily slid down the roof, bracing your pawpads against the bumpy tiles.
>Your small claws dug white furrows into the roof as you slowed.
>You raised your tail, awkward as it was poking a hole through your shorts, to keep balance.
>Though slowed, momentum took you past the edge.
>But not over.
>You gripped tight.
>With wide, red eyes, you hugged the top of the roof and rested your chin against the gutter.
>Damp, old leaves stuck in there flooded your nose.
>Your legs kicked uselessly, just too far from the house to get any leverage.
>Could you survive a two-story fall?
>Making a big mistake, you looked down.
>Lord have mercy, it looked far.
>Pulling yourself up too fast, you felt the gutter creak and give.
>A bolt popped off, pinging against the side of the house.
>In terror, and without conscious thought, your hands glowed bright blue as you scrambled to regain your grip.
>And exploded.
>Roof tiles blew away, the gutter blew out, wet leaves splattered, and the wooden frame of the house splintered as your aura flared strong and bright for the first time.
>You’d have been prouder had you not been thrown into the flowers below.
>…
>It should have hurt more.
>In fact, the prickly thorns irritated you more than the fall.
>You rested a moment, getting your bearings and checking every part of your body.
>Dogs barked from inside the house.
>Squinting your eyes just right, you the outline of an angered man in a bathrobe storming towards the front door flashed in your vision.
>This was something else…
>It hurt to flee.
>Some deep, instinct told you to make things right.
>To apologize and fix this mess.
>A sense of duty stronger than you ever felt when human.
>You climbed over the fence, hearing a cascade of curses behind you.
>You’d make it up to him later. It wasn’t a good time.
>The world was changing. You could feel it in the air.
>Sense it.
>The glow around your hands flared up again.
>And you had way too much energy to burn.
Anonymous No.58055235 >>58055501 >>58056111
>>58054253
But I want my dick
Anonymous No.58055501 >>58056099
>>58055235
Not like you use it properly anyway.
Anonymous No.58056058
>>58053225
no, it's a lame pokemon
Anonymous No.58056099
>>58055501
Untrue, I wag it for fun
Anonymous No.58056111 >>58056146
>>58055235
Why would that matter? You'd be a Pokémon capable of superhuman feats, surely you see the bigger picture.
Anonymous No.58056146
>>58056111
Superhuman feats are nice, but the small things in life make it worth living I probably shouldn't say "small things" in this context
Anonymous No.58056638 >>58058119
>>58051194
>>58051949
Some of the girl x monster fetish guys are the 'i want to see a girl fucked by nonhuman partners', some are the 'I want to see a girl humiliated by being used by some creature and her dignity ripped away', and yeah some are the 'giwtwm' type cucks who let their raceplay get out of hand. But you can't always assume which one someone is.

Unless the monsters are giant insects like I like, then you know for sure it's option 2
Anonymous No.58056888
This is what happens to those with poor posture.
Anonymous No.58056894
>>58048324 (OP)
Im gonna squeeze every last bit of money out of this scenario as I can, may as well take advantage of the situation.
Anonymous No.58057086 >>58057234
>>58055182
Please continue, anon.
Anonymous No.58057234 >>58058630
>>58057086
Thanks. Got any suggestions?
Anonymous No.58057262
>>58048571
Man the real world sucks.
Anonymous No.58057264
>>58048324 (OP)
I would probably go insane I'm guessing
Anonymous No.58057270
>>58051195
TITS OR GTFO
Else. YWNBAW
Anonymous No.58057273 >>58057338 >>58061110
Finally I can die eating chocolate as a Riolu
Anonymous No.58057332
>>58048324 (OP)
After establishing that I am indeed not just in some stroke induced hysteria of existance.
Feel my new body, I now have short blue fur, bones made of metal like wolverine, large ears that can probably hear better then I ever could at my best youthful days.
Feel my new and now Canine like skull.
Experience what it's like to have a tail this sudden new limb that just kinda does whatever but I can also control.
Try to speak and see if this new mouth can actually formulate human speech.
Realize, yes this is me now, my mind is not experiencing a hallucination of the highest order.
Sit and meditate for a bit to calm my much faster heartbeat and try to come to grips if it's just me, or if I am some cosmic fluke of manifestation, given the unlikely hood that A. This actually happened, and B. I just so happened to become one of the most popular creatures creates by mankind, and not something else.
Anonymous No.58057338 >>58061110
>>58057273
Boke, is that you?
Anonymous No.58058044
>>58055182
>>58055171
This has a very American Werewolf in London feel to it.
Anonymous No.58058079 >>58058096
>>58048324 (OP)
Can I be transformed into something more badass instead? Like a Sceptile or a Krookodile?
Anonymous No.58058096 >>58058123 >>58058301
>>58058079
The topic was you wake up and you are a Lucario, not you wake up as your favorite.
Anonymous No.58058119
>>58056638
>'I want to see a girl humiliated by being used by some creature and her dignity ripped away'
Yepparoo that's me all right
Anonymous No.58058123
>>58058096
I mean yeah but like... it'd be cooler...
Anonymous No.58058301 >>58058322
>>58058096
The topic is bait, and OP is baiting. HE knows Lucario is hated in veepee
Anonymous No.58058322 >>58058335
>>58058301
I like Lucario, he's cool. How can you hate Furry Goku?
Anonymous No.58058330
>>58048324 (OP)
Well, thread's still up, so let's give it a go.
I guess I'd be sleepdrunk enough to not notice until standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom, so that would be a nice surprise to start with. Once the initial panic has waned a bit, try to get a feeling of this new body, try not to scorch anything with Aura at this point. Try using a phone (hope you lot aren't using face ID or fingerprints for that) so I could contact my brother in an attempt to explain what has happened. With some luck, I don't scare anyone else away right then. I'd attempt going through the normal notions of daily life and work after a few days in that case.
Even if some other people would get TF'ed at the same time, things would get pretty awkward from that point on, even if you are still able to do almost everything your former human self could. Of course, you'd have a shitton of furries lusting after your Lucario self, the bigger issue would be some shady agencies who would do not very nice things to get that precious Aura of yours. So you'd probably be on edge all the time.
On a somewhat more positive note, you'd be able to read minds of people up close, which would either help you a lot sensing danger or would just drive you utterly insane, no in between.
On the bright side, you got some really nifty Aura powers and a good arsenal of moves to fight with, so that balances it out as long you keep yourself sane enough. I'd think I would keep myself sane enough, while at the same time being overly obsessed with getting a Mega Stone as soon as possible. Because let's be honest, that extra power is too good to ignore, and it looks even better.
And perhaps I'd meet another formerly human Anon down the line, which most likely would be less awkward than being the only former human in a social group of humans.
Anonymous No.58058335 >>58058348
>>58058322
Ok latinx
Anonymous No.58058348 >>58058368
>>58058335
I'm Black
Anonymous No.58058368
>>58058348
wew lad
Anonymous No.58058630 >>58059627
>>58057234
Building on that "the world is changing" line, I'd suggest. Does that suggest other people are also transforming? Does it suggest someone kind of disaster the protagonist will attempt to intercede in, but will run into further complications because they're still inexperienced with these new powers? Or is it a more introspective thing, where the world is not literally changing, but rather the protagonist's perception of it is, and we follow how this initially directionless need to run, to focus their newfound energy on something, coalesces into some new sense of purpose? Maybe it's all three?

Either way, regardless of the specifics, you write really well. I just want more, DESU.
Anonymous No.58058855 >>58058915 >>58077652
>>58051188
only good reply for this thread
Anonymous No.58058915
>>58058855
Samefag
Anonymous No.58059051
>>58048571
Yeah no if I was stuck on Earth I'd blow my head off with an aura sphere. This fascism and paranoia fueled hellplanet isn't compatible with joy and whimsy.
Anonymous No.58059224
>>58048324 (OP)
Use my Aura to hunt down any Zoroarks in disguise (and maybe breed with them depending)
Anonymous No.58059627 >>58059636
>>58055182
>>58058630
>”I’m telling ya’, Dylan, ain’t seen nothing like it! Right over the farm.”
>”Just a HUGE hawk. Way too big to be from ‘ere, y’know? They get that big in Canada? Fly off from the zoo maybe?”
>”And there you have it, folks. That was our fourth caller today. Called in a few minutes ago, can you believe that?”
>”So, listeners, place your bets, are we getting punked again? Jame, you remember when-“
>You’ve heard enough.
>Nothing on social media or the news.
>But local radio couldn’t stop talking about it.
>Enough to warrant a check.
>You stuck to rooftops and backyards, leaping above power lines and over trees.
>Being midday, you were overly cautious at first.
>But so few people look up, it was almost cheating
>A combination of speed and heights kept you well out of sight.
>Silently, you landed on each roof before scuttling to the far edge and bounding to the next.
>Not as fast as sprinting, but you were fast than the vehicles shackled to the streets below.
>A bystander might assume you’d done this for years.
>It only took four falls from yesterday, but you got the hang of this.
>Reminded of the gouge on your leg, you paused your travel.
>Leaning against a warm, red-brick chimney, you examined your arms, legs, and paws.
>Unbelievable.
>You laughed and checked your body again.
>Not a scratch in sight, much less a scar.
>You’d expected they’d have stuck around for weeks.
>After treating yourself to a long, deep, breath of air, you continued.
>This just got better and better.
>Riding high from the adrenaline, it pained you to pause at the highway.
>Getting across would be no issue, but you’d certainly be seen.
>Train tracks ran across the highway a mile down, you played it safe and took the detour.
>You’re glad you did.
>The tracks ran through a forest and you took full advantage and tore down the path.
>Gravel flew into the air behind you, pinging off the metal rails and clacking into the wooden crossties.
Anonymous No.58059636 >>58059646
>>58059627
>Nothing but the sound of your paws hitting the ground and the rush of wind.
>In minutes, you covered miles.
>And you felt invigorated.
>It would’ve taken hours to walk here, and you didn’t feel a shred of exhaustion.
>The tracks ran right next to the reported farm.
>Excited from your runner’s high, you looked up to the clouds and…
>…
>Well, what were you expecting?
>You leapt up the highest tree.
>After balancing on the highest, shaky branch, you brought a paw to your forehead to block the sun.
>You’d driven past the old barn there before.
And there’s the farmhouse
>You recognized the livestock there. A few horses were in that field.
>Chicken coop there.
>Apple tree.
>Hedges.
>Cornrows.
>…
>If there was a new hawk here, you didn’t see it.
>You sighed.
>At least coming out here was good exercise.
>Thoughts of heading back were dashed when you saw an old tree stand.
>You couldn’t be so impatient.
>Your old responsibilities were a thing of the past; you had all day.
>The stand groaned with every movement you made, but it would do. The view was nice.
>A great place to wait.
>And a great place to practice.
***
>You gasped, needing a breather.
>The trip here barely fazed you, but this?
>This was hard!
>Moving your…
>You didn’t know what to call them.
>Dreads? Sensors? Appendages?
>It was exhausting.
>You’d panicked yesterday, flaring your aura.
>But summoning it when you wanted it was a Sisyphean task.
>You were moving muscles you didn’t know existed.
>Your hands would glow for a second at most before sputtering out.
>Rest was cut short.
>A sharp cry startled you.
>From the other side of the farm, you were sure.
>Not human. Not earthly.
>With renewed vigor, you dove from the window and barreled towards the farm.
>Crouch-running down a drainage ditch kept you low and fast.
>Hugging a grain silo, you slunk behind a tractor and…
>Majestic.
>You could hardly believe it.
>A magnificent creature.
>The beast held its head high, lording over its domain.
Anonymous No.58059646 >>58059653 >>58079662
>>58059636
>The undisputed ruler of these acres of farmland.
>A braviary.
>It ruffled it’s red and dark blue wings, perched atop the chicken coop and stared down at its subjects.
>Cocking its head to the side, it eyed every hen and chick below with cold, avian curiosity.
>The hens scrambled, bumping into one another.
>Those too far from the chicken coop huddled together against the walls of their closure.
>They weren’t clucking, they screeched in terror.
>The breviary readied itself, lazily stretching its wings.
>Taking its time.
>Part of you wanted to let nature play out, but the other wanted to tackle the thing and wrestle it for answers.
>Thinking kept you frozen.
>Was that thing human?
>Ever human?
>You presumed other Pokémon would be sapient like you, but…
>What happened to you was bizarre enough.
>You were lucky, yes, but were you extra lucky?
>Fortunate enough to remain sane?
>Maybe it was a bird before? Some other animal?
>What if it was still someone who simply didn’t care?
>A farmhand loading a shotgun shell brought you back.
>Not for you. His ire was directed toward the raptor threatening his flock.
>Your hand was forced.
>Though you sounded far different, your voice still worked.
”Wait, wait, wait!” You shouted.
>Charging a man with a gun was a foolish idea.
>But you could do it.
>It felt like bullying, in a way.
>Mid-reload, he didn’t have a firm grip.
>The old man approached retirement.
>And looking in your direction put the sun in his eyes.
>He noticed you at the same time he realized you plucked the shotgun from his hands.
“Just gimme a sec, alright?” You asked without asking, tossing the firearm far to the side.
>The poor man backed away in terror, putting his hands up defensively.
>He only lowered them when you stealthily crept away towards the chicken coop.
>He scratched his shaking head, puzzled.
Anonymous No.58059653 >>58059677 >>58060201 >>58063669
>>58059646
>With the braviary wholly focused on finding the fattest hen, you got frighteningly close.
>It was far bigger up close; the bird came up to your chest.
>And perched on the henhouse, it looked down menacingly.
>You whistled.
>Whipping its head around, wide, brown eyes bore into yours.
>Sizing you up.
>Judging you.
>And stared back.
>On instinct, you were in a fighting stance.
>In a heartbeat, you could launch yourself away or press the attack.
>The stare lasted all of 2 seconds.
>Screeching, the braviary too flight.
>Its huge wings blew dust into your fur.
>You stood still, watching it fly off. Perhaps it flew toward its nest.
>You wouldn’t pursue.
>Animal eyes.
>Animal instinct.
>Animal thoughts.
>”Hey!” The farmhand shouted, walking towards you.
>Armed, but pointed to the ground.
>”The hell’re you?” He asked.
>Still human, you thought, leaping away.
>Part human.
Anonymous No.58059677 >>58059687 >>58067344
>>58059653
I was working on a Diancie one like this, but my writing style is far too introspective, and doubt people want to read a fan fic that reads like damn Dune.
Anonymous No.58059683 >>58059707
>>58048324 (OP)
>Girlfriend
Also instant suicide if there's no way to turn back, I refuse to live as a subhuman beast.
Anonymous No.58059687 >>58059699
>>58059677
If you enjoy it, there's some people out there who will too.
I'm one of those weirdos who read Dune and its sequels.
Anonymous No.58059699 >>58059705
>>58059687
It was all about adapting to the mental changes, as each wave of "energy wrapped the world, and how the protagonist was trying maintain their sense of self as more and more "diance thoughts" started to surface.
Anonymous No.58059705 >>58059720
>>58059699
Sounds like a winner in my book.
Anonymous No.58059707 >>58059986
>>58059683
Good, dumb "le pokemon are le inferior" retard.
Anonymous No.58059720 >>58060063 >>58061009 >>58061046
>>58059705
Well where I landed at a wall was trying juggle the protagonist, and trying to get the readers and protagonist to a place that would explain why this all happened.

But honestly a Lucario would be better for this plot I had.
Diancie is too slow to really write a story about traveling miles.
if you are curious I can tell you.
Anonymous No.58059986 >>58060088
>>58059707
They are. I'm sorry that the slaves made for cockfighting are inferior to their human masters. That's just how it is.

It'd be the same for anything that isn't human. I have no desire to be something that isn't me.
Anonymous No.58060063
>>58059720
Or not.
Anonymous No.58060088 >>58064083
>>58059986
cool retarded opinions, now leave this thread then, it is clearly not for you
Anonymous No.58060201 >>58060239 >>58060874 >>58063669
>>58059653
Loving this so far. Protag has abandoned his human responsibilities in favour of fully exploring his new potential and satisfying the wanderlust that the boundless energy the Pokemon form has engendered in him. Understandable reaction, but one does wonder if that might lead to consequences later. What's he eating? He's avoiding engaging with people, which is understandable, but has he been fast enough to escape getting caught on CCTV? Will he be become an urban legend, perhaps? What IS the deal with that Braviary (great choice of mon, by the way. Not totally unfamiliar, but a little outside the usual suspects and "safe" anthropomorohic choices. Good balance) and will protag see them again? What other small adventures (and perhaps grander ones in the future) will this new lease on life see him get into?

Very much here for it so far. Would be great to read more.
Anonymous No.58060239
>>58060201
Wonder if any other humans got affected.
That seems to be what he's hunting.
Anonymous No.58060345
>>58048760
>just kill people that annoy you
That's a good way to fast track yourself into jail, then disappearing from the jail to end up on a surgical table in some country you haven't heard of while they remove your organs one-by-one.
Anonymous No.58060874
>>58060201
It might be interesting if there are other people transformed how they’re responding. If you got turned into a Buizel/Floatzel, are they doing the equivalent by becoming a beach bum and exploring the ocean?
Anonymous No.58061009 >>58061264
>>58059720
>if you are curious I can tell you.
Please do
Anonymous No.58061046 >>58061264
>>58059720
Different anon that just woke up. Yes please.
>>58055171
I love those bits that express the emotion and sense of freedom from being athletic beyond normal means. That same kind of feeling that made early man imagine what it was like to fly.
Anonymous No.58061110
>>58057273
>>58057338
Anonymous No.58061264 >>58061999
>>58061046
>>58061009
An experiment with multiworlds theory and trying to peer into super position of subatomic particles, is suddenly thrust into the absurd.
>The first one that appeared looked like a particle, untill it blinked and grew in size. >Then another, and another as if some wellspring had been tapped into, these things appeared.
>Each hour they double in number. One of our researchers tried to touch one and was repelled like he had been yanked on a wire. He showed no outward affliction he mentuoned it was like an invisble force had formed and rebounded him away.
>Our instruments are starting to show insane readings of photons and electrons, equivalent to a small nuclear weapon, yet the radiation level is actually even below that of an old radio transmitter.
>We can only look in the chamber as these things spin around a core of photons attempting to cut the power has not worked, with this phenomena not only is it meta-stable but increasing in intensity and ever more numbers.
>Something that can not be explained is happening if we have doomed this universe to something like false vacuum decay, it should have been faster.
> There are voices now faint but we can hear something coming from the chamber the instruments are now reading the impossible, negative energy, with sudden spikes into levels that should be vaporized the entire facility.
>I had read as a teenager of eldritch beings being unwittingly summoned from another dimension, the voices, the lights, static charge on everything.
>It's happened, a wave of intense energy just erupted from the chamber many of the more sensitive instruments have short circuited, I fear the first of many of these waves, what it means I can not say. strange shapes are everywhere, light is bending, the chamber is a kelidiscope of color, two researchers have vanished, just gone, raptured.
>It's too late for us now, the voices are everywhere, the shapes bleed through everything they stare at me, unblinking ever spinning.
Anonymous No.58061999 >>58062298
>>58061264
Go on? How does the pokedemon core get him to being a Diancie?
Anonymous No.58062040
>>58048571
Living in highly populated areas would render you insane in a month or less.
Anonymous No.58062298
>>58061999
The waves of energy of the Unown is "reprogramming" our reality, protagonist is just a causality hence the "two researchers have dissappeared" they had their reality rewritten though the Diancie is just a random suburbanite.
Anonymous No.58062339 >>58062358 >>58063121
>>58048324 (OP)
>mfw becoming a Lucario isn't considered a valid reason to skip work
I should have just ran into the wild like that other Anon.
Anonymous No.58062358 >>58062388 >>58062452 >>58062778
>>58062339
What shit work do you do where being a Lolcario isn't basically the end of your career?
Anonymous No.58062388 >>58062395
>>58062358
>"And so the Courier, who had cheated death in the cemetery outside Castelia, cheated death once again, and the Orre Wasteland was forever changed."
Anonymous No.58062395
>>58062388
You can't carry a box without a thumb, dude.
Anonymous No.58062452 >>58062778
>>58062358
Do they make keyboards and mice that work for giant fluffy paws? How do you type with 3 fingers on each hand?
Anonymous No.58062778 >>58063333
>>58062358
Working as an archivist, which isn't a job with that much social interaction, or at least in my position. Guess it would have been more of an issue if I worked at the reception instead. At least I don't have to work on the smaller more delicate objects anymore, given how I was already a klutz to start with.
>>58062452
Frankly enough, it didn't change my way of typing that much when using a keyboard. Apart from getting used to type really lightly, because putting anywhere above what I'd formerly considered ''normal'' typing pressure now essentially obliterates the usual keyboard. And those get docked from my salary, and it adds up after the first few times.
Anonymous No.58063096 >>58080127
>>58048324 (OP)
I want to be Lycanroc instead!
Anonymous No.58063121
>>58062339
Mr. Shekelberg is relentless.
Anonymous No.58063333
>>58062778
You don't have thumbs. Are you sure you can carry objects and folders without thumbs? try to carry a document without using your thumb.
Anonymous No.58063669 >>58063680
>>58059653
>>58060201
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>Again.
>Again.
>Again.
>…
>…
>Again.
>And...
>Again…
>Again…
>Again…
>…
>Okay…
>Finish strong.
>Again!
>Rearing your weight back one final time, you punched.
>You rotated your hips and shoulders, putting all your remaining strength in one final blow.
>You followed through.
>The wrist spike gouged the makeshift punching bag, tearing a hole and dragging an old, discolored shirt partly out.
>It wasn’t a strong punch. Not compared to those you were throwing hours ago.
>But that would’ve hurt.
>The duffel bag stuffed with clothes swung back and forth on the branch.
>Huffing, and puffing, you rested a hand against the tree.
>Last week the most exercise you did was a light walk.
>Today, you spent the entire day throwing punches and palm strikes.
>You listened to the birds sing as fatigue left your muscles.
>Nothing out of the ordinary.
>Nothing like that huge braviary.
>As you took the bag down, you winced.
>The pink pads on your finger-paws were raw.
>You’d been so focused you hadn’t noticed.
>As the sun set, you leisurely headed home.
>You tugged the old shirt out of the bag.
>You…
>Lord, you needed a bath.
>That was a lot of sweat.
>And that made you remember how heightened your sense of smell had become.
>The highway fumes to the left, some industrial buildings across town, the taco place a few miles on your right; you smelled everything.
>Especially yourself.
>Didn’t need a supernose to pick that up. Eugh.
>Not horrible. But still gross.
>At least that wasn’t too different from being human.
>If you didn’t think of the scent, you got used to it fast.
>You got used to everything. So fast.
>The change changed your brain.
>By how much remained to be seen.
>You simultaneously were, and weren’t, the same person as before.
>Everything was still there, you were sure.
>But the brain was off.
>Improved, you’d say.
>You were far more observant.
Anonymous No.58063680 >>58063685 >>58064099
>>58063669
>Without thinking, you planned out escape routes and avenues of attack, planning fights against imaginary, possible assailants.
>Pain tolerance was off the charts.
>And your focus, good Lord, your ability to concentrate was off the charts.
>You could barely read for a whole minute straight last week.
>Saying you were laser-focused today was an understatement.
>You knew how to punch. How to position your paws. How to strike with precision. It shouldn’t come so naturally yet it did.
>…
>Had you lost memories?
>You’d gained instinct.
>Did something have to leave? To make room?
>You made a game of avoiding the fallen leaves. Hopping from paw to paw made you feel like a riolu aga-
>…
>That was weird.
>Weird enough to make you pause, balancing on a single foot.
>Was there more to that thought?
>Like you woke up and the vivid dream from seconds ago blew away as if dust.
>…
>You continued.
>If you’d lost memories, you wouldn’t remember what you’d lost.
>Probably.
>Family and friends.
>Old teachers.
>Embarrassing falls and triumphant victories.
>It felt all there, but it was so… distant?
>Almost alien.
>Moving through the suburbs, you spent time recounting your life.
>It all seemed there.
>From your earliest memories around Kindergarten to now, not a thing felt out of place.
>You still had a life story.
>Maybe you should reexamine your home. See if there’s a story behind everything.
>After a bath.
>Slinking in through the unlocked window, you headed straight to the bathroom.
>On the way, a buzz interrupted you.
>Cringing, you walked over to the vibrating phone.
>Another text and a mountain of notifications.
>The pit in your stomach told you to be responsible.
>You closed your eyes, sighed, and walked to the bathroom.
>People will find out, eventually.
>They don’t need to know yet.
>This was too new and exciting. You weren’t soiling this.
>At least the bills were on autopay. Thank God you set that up.
Anonymous No.58063685 >>58064537 >>58066491 >>58067213
>>58063680
>The thought of checking social media for new Pokémon sightings melted away the moment you turned the water on.
>No thinking.
>Relaxing time.
>You crawled into the tub and stretched, moaning as the warm water sloshed over your muscles and through your fur.
>You lied back and closed your eyes, loving every moment the water rose higher.
>Opening your eyes ruined it.
>The water was not the right color.
>You were dirtier than you thought.
>Grains of sand and rock pooled at the bottom of the tub.
>Brushing your hands over everything knocked all the more filth loose.
>Without soap, you were far cleaner already.
>You needed a rinse. Maybe two.
>And not soap.
>Shampoo.
>As the water drained, you became aware of how lean you were.
>The fur really added some bulk in places.
>Shaggy manilla chest fur normally hid your toned abdomen beneath, now the wet hair highlighted the muscles.
>Your black haired parts were short enough there wasn’t much of a difference.
>The blue fur was longer in a few places. Really fluffed your thighs out.
>As the tub refilled, you had to check the mirror out.
>You breathed a sigh of relief; looked better than expected.
>No scared wet dog.
>It became clear fast shampoo was going to be a problem.
>Manipulated the bottle with your paw-hands was difficult.
>And you needed a lot.
>Sudsing yourself was rewarding, if time consuming.
>You were very off-white and bubbly by the time you began rinsing off.
>The amount of water you used was ludicrous, but you needed it.
>Soap was rubbed in deep.
>Bathing had taken an hour, and you hadn’t even dried yourself yet.
>That made you sigh.
>You found your first big downside of being lucario.
>Where was that hairdryer?
>This was gonna take a while.
Anonymous No.58064052
Anonymous No.58064083 >>58064096
>>58060088
>Pokemon literally exist to be ordered around and fight in battles, being shoved into space-distorting shrinking balls all the rest of the time
How about you play the fucking games or get the fuck off this board, tourist?
Anonymous No.58064096 >>58066794
>>58064083
pokemon can leave their balls. You are the actual tourist.
Anonymous No.58064099 >>58065240
>>58063680
>>Without thinking, you planned out escape routes and avenues of attack, planning fights against imaginary, possible assailants.
I-is that not normal?
Anonymous No.58064499
haha
Anonymous No.58064537
>>58063685
Seems protag may be struggling to retain his humanity a bit. Hopefully he can find away to reconcile the competing senses of identity. The "reality ensues" of people trying to get ahold of him (think maybe the cops will show up for a wellness check?) coupled with the gentle slice of life moments of protag discovering progressively more about his new self have me intrigued to see where this is all going to end up going for him.
Anonymous No.58065240
>>58064099
Pretty normal for guys. I know I do it.
Definitely a male thing.
Anonymous No.58065889
>>58048324 (OP)
>Would you still go to work?
I don't go to work anyway.
>What would your girlfriend think?
Probably disappointed 'cuz neither of us like Lucario but a good knotting might make her like it more.
Anonymous No.58066491 >>58066514 >>58067213
>>58063685
I know people joke “what do they eat” but genuinely how does being a blue karate dog affect your diet?
Anonymous No.58066514 >>58066657 >>58066665
>>58066491
That sounds like a fun write. What would you recommend?
Anonymous No.58066563
>>58048324 (OP)
I'd just kill myself
Anonymous No.58066657 >>58066665 >>58067213
>>58066514
Finding out if you are a carnivore or omnivore.
Anonymous No.58066665 >>58067213
>>58066657
>>58066514
Figuring out what kind of food you’re hungry for would be a good way of finding out how much of your human mind remains and how it’s influenced by Lucario instincts and physiology. The extra sensitive smell might mean certain things are more or less attractive than they used to be.
Anonymous No.58066794 >>58066807 >>58066835
>>58064096
>Ashnime
In the games, they cannot. The games are and always have been the primary canon.
Anonymous No.58066807
>>58066794
Terapagos says hi.
Anonymous No.58066835
>>58066794
the games are canon and BW specifically mentions it. You lost, return to reddit, redditor.
Anonymous No.58066943 >>58067409
I don't know what the fuck this roleplay thread is but it's kind of entertaining
Anonymous No.58067013
Isn't there a whole comic about this, with a guy turning into an Eevee girl and then later into a Sylveon girl?
Anonymous No.58067213 >>58067216 >>58068426
>>58063685
>>58066491
>>58066657
>>58066665
>This was poison.
>You slammed the cereal box on the counter.
>Yeah, you could eat it.
>You used to. All the time.
>Last week, you might have said it was your favorite.
>It smelled fake.
>The fake was always there.
>You hadn’t noticed it until now.
>Maybe you could stomach less sugary cereal, but not this.
>Scowling, you slammed it into the trash.
>The opening and closing lid wafted its revolting bouquet up your oversensitive nose.
>Stale energy drink.
>Old brownie.
>Oily, packaged cookies.
>Crusty condiments.
>It viscerally offended you.
>Clamping your paws around your nose barely helped.
>When it gets dark, you’ll empty that can.
>So much food smelled like chemicals.
>Some part of you knew it was all edible.
>You hadn’t had any digestion issues yet.
>You could probably drink literal poison and be fine with it. You were hardy.
>But this was not a life and death situation.
>On your way out of the kitchen, you grabbed the last banana.
>Spotty, brown, yet inoffensive.
>You sat on the couch too far back.
>In your frustration, you forgot a tail was back there.
>Scooching forward, you peeled the fruit and had your breakfast.
>Past its prime, but better than fake food.
>But you needed protein.
>And you’d run out last night.
>Training preoccupied you so much you forgot what a sorry state your pantry was in.
>Your body screamed for meat, eggs, milk, someth-
>Milk!
>Duh, you had a little left.
>No cereal, but it’ll do.
>When was the last time you had a glass of milk?
>Eh, forget the glass.
>Straight from the jug saves clean up time.
>Drinking was awkward. You needed both paw-hands to hold it steady.
>It hit the spot. Like those times you wanted water for hours before finally getting some.
>Now sated, you could think.
>What was the delivery time on fresh food?
>You could probably order something online and have it shipped.
>One of the local stores did that for sure, but you needed to pick it up in person.
>Which was a problem.
Anonymous No.58067216 >>58067344 >>58068426 >>58071184 >>58079662
>>58067213
>…
>…
>You sipped noisily.
>…
>Could kill a deer.
>It made sense the more you thought about it.
>It’d be easy.
>They come out at dusk and dawn, they’d be resting now.
>Figure out what they smelled like, find one resting… You ran quietly…
>And…
>Oh jeez, the blood would be a nightmare to get out of your fur.
>Eugh.
>And you couldn’t store it all in your little freezer.
>No, that would disrespect the animal.
>Do you even have to tools to properly gut it?
>You’d leave a blood trail right to your home.
>No, no, no... Bad idea. Be reasonable.
>…
>A roadside stand!
>You had cash still, you’d just have to find one of those.
>You’ve driven by some on the county roads nearby.
>Grab a few dozen eggs and veggies, leave the cash and you’re good to go!
>You smiled at the simple genius of it.
>It wasn’t meat, but it would do for now.
>Maybe you could head to a river for fish?
>Yeah, you could do that…
>Stand in the river, strike fast, get something tasty.
>Where was your phone?
>You instinctively reached a paw to the pocket it was usually in.
>Might take you a while to unlearn that behavior, you thought.
>You could even call the farmer, make sure they had what you needed before running out on your errands.
>They couldn’t tell what was up with you by your voice.
>Carefully, you poked your phone with your oversized fingers.
>You’ve been ignoring this.
>That was a lot of email, texts, and a couple voicemails.
>Well, text to speech should work fine.
>Some of these messages were friends and family. They deserved a reply.
>There were others you relished not responding to.
>That was a powerful feeling.
>But first, a farm with one of those roadside stands…
>Three times you had to backspace, fat-fingering the wrong numbers.
>Four…
>No.
>Six dozen eggs oughta do it.
Anonymous No.58067344 >>58067389
>>58067216
This was great. I can't think of any ideas how but I'd love a continuation.
Are you the same guy who was writing the greentext story in /ruse/?
>>58059677
The introspection is my favorite part of stories like these tbdesu
Anonymous No.58067389 >>58067462
>>58067344
Are you the same guy who was writing the greentext story in /ruse/?
Damn, it's that obvious?
Anonymous No.58067409
>>58066943
Imagination!
Anonymous No.58067462 >>58067740
>>58067389
My aura can see through your disguise.
Similar sentence style, plus you were asking for ideas for a continuation in that thread too. I don't know if you plan to but I'd like to see more of that next time we have a /ruse/
Anonymous No.58067740
>>58067462
Do you believe in 『G R A V I T Y』 ?
I’m another anon that’s been frequenting the /ruse/ threads and missed it the last couple weeks but there’s just not enough for a weekly thread.
Anonymous No.58068426 >>58071184
>>58067213
>>58067216
Very interested to know what he'll do about his relationships and about money (unless protag has significant savings. What do we suppose protag's job was prior to transforming, anyway? It's probably a fair bet he's already been fired by this point).
Anonymous No.58068979 >>58070313 >>58071184
Aren’t Lucario fairly short? Did anon stay his same height or did he shrink?

I would also love some backstory investigating the line
>Maybe you should reexamine your home. See if there’s a story behind everything.
Anonymous No.58068987
>>58048324 (OP)
Never leave the house. Start selling nudes online. Everything works out just fine.
Anonymous No.58069464 >>58069557 >>58070592
What if the transformation is short lived and occurs occasionally at random. Sometimes it lasts a weekend or a month while the gap can be a few days or a few months.
Anonymous No.58069557 >>58070592
>>58069464
Basically a werewolf without the predictability. Maybe if you tied it into how ambiguous Aura is. Like you come across someone or something with a really strong aura and it triggers you into changing.
Anonymous No.58070313
>>58068979
I like this. Another idea is to examine that newfound sense of justice. Maybe there's another transformed human using their powers selfishly. Something he might not have bothered to try and stop before but bothers him now.
Anonymous No.58070592 >>58080127
>>58069464
>>58069557
>The transformation kicks in whenever another former human or a Mega Stone gets in a certain range of you if you did manage to regain your humanity somehow
This includes Ghost-types and Zoroarks, so it can feel like the transformation can happen out of nowhere
>It takes longer every single time to change back, but for some, it is already a permanent transformation after the first time
For some reason, I like lycanthropy the most if the affected human gets stuck in his/her new beast form while keeping most of their sanity, but no way of turning back into a human.
Anonymous No.58071174
>>58048324 (OP)
I'd become a prostitute, I bet many girls would pay generously for furry sex.
Anonymous No.58071184 >>58075353
>>58067216
>>58068426
>>58068979
>Did that include the ears?
>Distracted by the thought, you paused your research.
>You took a minute and practiced wiggling the tall ears atop your skull.
>You’re still getting used to rotating them to listen better.
>Being on top of your head still throws you for a loop. Your favorite music doesn’t sound the same.
>Still good, but everything’s got a strange quality to it.
>It reminded you of swapping headphones. The bass and tones were all a bit off.
>High pitches were more noticeable.
>Any buzzing insects near you received a swift and merciless swatting.
>You skipped a song before looking through the internet tabs again.
>You forgot how short lucario are.
>You bet it didn’t include the ears.
>Three foot eleven.
>2nd graders would tower over you.
>You were taller at 8.
>Hard to imagine this whole transformation being even more awkward.
>Memories came back of difficulties reaching snacks in high cupboards, getting cups and plates after hopping on the counter, your feet not reaching the ground on chairs, and blindly reaching for clothes in too-high dresser drawers.
>Everything would look so big; glad you didn’t go back to that.
>You felt the same height.
>Ears definitely added some inches.
>That put you solidly in “Alpha” territory, according to this chart.
>A nice confidence booster that made you sit a little straighter.
>The rest of the information was a decent refresher.
>Hard to know how much to trust the game’s pokédex entries.
>Everything about aura seemed like magic, but this last week proved the existence of magic as far as you were concerned.
>Aura lets lucario read emotions, thoughts, and movements.
>Aura emanates off even invisible creatures, letting lucario see them.
>Aura helped packs of lucario hunt prey.
>Lucario can detect people from half a mile away.
>Lucario can crush boulders to dust with aura.
>You needed to practice more with aura, that’s for sure.
Anonymous No.58071188 >>58071197 >>58072166
>All your physical, superhuman feats barely held a candle to what it could do if you learned how to control aura.
>No.
>When.
>When you learned how to control aura.
>You blew up the corner of a house by accident.
>Imagine how strong you’d be when you learned how to control it.
>Apply it exactly when and where it was needed.
>You had to get back to protecting people.
>…
>You shook your head and the aura on your hands flittered away.
>Start.
>Start protecting people.
>From…
>Uh…
>You’d figure that part out later.
>Whatever you’d end up doing, it’d be something meaningful.
>You were sure of it.
>Something no one else could do.
>Not like your last job…
>You were replaceable.
>No doubt already replaced.
>Hadn’t missed a day. Always on time. Got along with most people.
>But ultimately a cog like any other.
>They’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.
>You skimmed through comics that had lucario in them.
>”A most gallant-looking creature.” One line read.
>Again, you sat upright and puffed out your chest.
>The anime had plenty of lucario.
>And a whole movie.
>The high seas let you acquire those for free.
>Had to be careful with money. Only so much to go around right now.
>Sitting still for so long made you restless. Exercising while watching made you feel more productive.
>None could talk like you could. The one in the movie used telepathy, which came close.
>If you could use telepathy, you hadn’t the slightest idea how.
>You talked like Meowth. Maybe these others could’ve learned to talk too if they tried.
>At the end of the movie, that noble lucario was taken before his time.
>The cartoons got the maneuverability and strength down.
>Not much you weren’t aware of already, save for a few moves you’ll have to try yourself.
>Dark pulses, psychic blasts, metal claws…
>Heck if any of that was possible, but your aura was real. You wouldn’t be surprised.
Anonymous No.58071197 >>58071742 >>58071752 >>58074956
>>58071188
>There were plenty of clips, but watching these shows got you more exhausted than the actual exercise.
>It was dark enough outside.
>Getting to bed now would mean an early wake-up.
>Could train outside with less risk.
>You kneaded the bed with your paws.
>Seeing cats and dogs do it was always funny.
>But you tried going to bed without kneading yesterday and you couldn’t fall asleep.
>Yawning, you slipped under the covers.
>Only then did you remember you needed to plug the phone in.
>Eugh.
>The nightstand and charger were right next to you, but your paw-hands made it cumbersome.
>Plugging your drained phone in, you flicked over to social media.
>Hadn’t looked there yet today.
>Couldn’t check your phone during the movie when you were instead doing sit-ups and bicycle kicks.
>The infinite scrolling loop caught your attention, same as when you were human.
>Funny video. Painful fall though.
>Cool video game. Might not be able to play it with paws.
>Great animation. Give it a like.
>Bodybuilder giving tips. You’d win in a fight.
>Day ending in y, another politician lying or something.
>Cute animal video. Lotta kittens.
>Dog saves a life. Man’s best friend indeed.
>And…
>And a blue-albino squirrel in a park…
>…
>That’s a pachirisu.
Anonymous No.58071682
>>58048324 (OP)
>work
ha.
>girlfriend
haaaaaaaaa.
Anonymous No.58071742
>>58071197
Pachirisu :D
Anonymous No.58071752 >>58073104 >>58074956
>>58071197
We knew from the Braviary that there are other pokemons, but this was still surprising. Thanks for your writing anon!

One more thought, how is our guy dealing with the cartoonishly large spike jutting out of his sternum? Has he perforated his mattress yet?
Anonymous No.58071815
>>58048324 (OP)
Assuming I'm still wearing clothes, I'd ditch them. Not like I'd need them, plus I'd probably be comfier without them.
Anonymous No.58072166 >>58073349
>>58071188
Hmm. Bro seems more at risk of losing himself when he taps into aura. Maybe he needs human friends to ground him? For now, though, a Pachirisu might be something he could actually catch. even if it's not a transformed person like himself, he ought to still be able to figure out how to communicate with it.
Anonymous No.58073104 >>58073349 >>58074559
>>58071752
That's a good idea, I'll write a bit about that later.
If you have any other good ideas, please share.
Anonymous No.58073130
I would be super super happy with my new body.
i would have FLOOPY EARSSSS and A TAIL
i would be the most unique thing in the world too.
Anonymous No.58073349 >>58076252
>>58072166
Trying to communicate with a more animalistic Pokemon could be cool.
>>58073104
I think it would be neat to explore his memories a bit more. He called himself a Riolu once, does he remember actually being one?
Anonymous No.58074094
Anonymous No.58074274
>>girlfriend
Anonymous No.58074294
>>58048571
>furfaggots could never live their fantasies in real life
man the real world rocks!
Anonymous No.58074559 >>58076252
>>58073104
>Anon tries venturing further into the countryside and (almost literally) runs into another pokemon
>Theyre both mid-zoom and miss each other
>They both stuck pondering the implications
Maybe a Zeraora or something like that?
Anonymous No.58074602
>>58048324 (OP)
I don't have a job or girlfriend.
Transforming into a lucario would get me tons of white girls and give me a successful career as a Streamer/YouTuber.
Anonymous No.58074956 >>58074963
>>58071197
>>58071752

>No response.
>The video wasn’t viral, but did attract moderate attention.
>Mostly moms and grandmas commenting how beautiful nature was.
>And a few asking if it was AI, or saying it was well edited.
>And no one responding to your question of where the video was shot.
>Flicking through the comments assaulted you with obnoxious, almost painfully bright light.
>You squinted your eyes shut, but couldn’t find the strength to turn the screen down.
>Squinting wasn’t good enough.
>Burying your eyes into the pillow was.
>After a half-minute of groggy inactivity, where you balanced on the precipice of sleep and awake, the phone went black.
>Maybe you’d have found the energy if you’d gotten a reply.
>A loud ‘pop’ interrupted the blissful fall back into dreamland.
>Fight or flight flooded your veins.
>Within a half second, your body sprang up.
>You were on your toes and finger tips, teeth bared.
>Your tail, trying to get upright, was unable to push through the covers still draped over your back.
>Slowly, the killer instinct drained away, replaced with a groan at the foolishness.
>But you had heard something.
>Sometimes you heard bangs or felt like falling just as you went to sleep.
>This was too different.
>Your phone was fine, it hadn’t fallen to the floor.
>Nothing was on the bed, you didn’t kick anything off.
>Shifting a hand, you found the problem.
>It was only a matter of time.
>Your chest spike gouged the bed.
>It tore a hole through the sheets, the mattress protector, and bore into the mattress itself.
>You’d done such a good job of sleeping on your side and back you never considered it happening.
>An experimental poke reminded you how razor sharp it was.
>Merely bumping into someone could cause serious damage.
>Maybe time would blunt it.
>The thought of smoothing it down made you wince.
>Reminded you of those grinders in the dentist’s office.
>There were probably nerves and blood vessels in there, no way you’re taking a belt sander to it.
Anonymous No.58074963 >>58075353 >>58075403 >>58075672 >>58078233 >>58078479
>>58074956
>With no hope of getting sleep now, you made breakfast while thinking of solutions.
>Put corkboard on it?
>Maybe a tennis ball. Would that stay put?
>A sock might be good enough, if it could stay on.
>But if your t-shirts couldn’t stand up to the spike, could a sock?
>You put that thought on the backburner.
>Then put the frying pan on the burner
>Cracking eggs demanded your full concentration.
>You felt like a roi-
>Kid.
>A kid again.
>You had to relearn how to crack these, and still hadn’t gotten it down.
>Scrambled eggs it was again.
>You lapped the raw egg splatter from your paws, not wanting to waste anything.
>Would it be better to eat the egg raw?
>Felt natural.
>Humans did it. So could you.
>Cooking made it smell like breakfast though.
>That was one heck of a boon.
>And the salted egg smelled pleasant and tasted homely.
>With a warm belly, you slid out the window.
>The cool air felt refreshing.
>Dew on the grass moistened your paws.
>You indulged yourself, and wiggled your toes in the grass.
>A pleasant way to greet the dawn.
>Good thing you were close to the edge of town.
>You needed privacy to train your aura.
Anonymous No.58074992 >>58075353 >>58076252
I love this thread and never want it to end
Anonymous No.58075353 >>58076252
>>58074963
Could be interesting if he ends up experimenting with type strengths and weaknesses.
>Burns himself cooking and it hurts like a motherfucker
>Swatting bugs like mentioned >>58071184
>No longer interested in ice water after workouts, just room temperature

>>58074992
Dude chill
Anonymous No.58075403 >>58076252
>>58074963
You should save this.
Anonymous No.58075672 >>58076808
>>58074963
>Dew on the grass moistened your paws.
>You indulged yourself, and wiggled your toes in the grass.
>A pleasant way to greet the dawn.

I am legit jealous of how good this must feel. And no, doing that with my human feet would not end well, I can assure you.
Anonymous No.58076252 >>58077017
>>58074992
Glad you're enjoying it.

>>58075353
>>58074559
>>58073349
Some good ideas.

>>58075403
Yes, I have it saved. Always write in a word processor and keep things saved locally.
I'll upload it somewhere eventually.
Anonymous No.58076808
>>58075672
I bet wagging your tail feels good as hell
Anonymous No.58077017 >>58077021 >>58080127
>>58076252
Might be interesting to determine if other parts of his personality got modified the way his childhood memories keep trying to. Are his sexual preferences any different, like is he still interested in human women, or are Pokémon getting him hot under the collar? Or are his thoughts preoccupied with justice like the little shonen he now is? No need to be explicit or sexual.
Anonymous No.58077021
>>58077017
>little shonen protagonist*
Anonymous No.58077652 >>58077737
>>58058855
Thank you
Anonymous No.58077737 >>58091936
>>58077652
>Still samefaggin'
Anonymous No.58078070
Not very comfy to think about but figuring out how you’ll get money to feed and house yourself is an immediate concern unless you want to hunt and go full “inna woods”
Anonymous No.58078233 >>58078237
>>58074963
>The calmer you became, the more vibrant it appeared.
>You closed your eyes
>Exhaling through your nose.
>Slowly.
>Like learning to ride a bicycle.
>More successful each try.
>No longer did you tumble and fall in seconds, gasping for breath with a fast-beating heart.
>Starting and ending felt easier than ever.
>The cool river gently flowed past your knees.
>Lapping water, wind-blown leaves, and chirping bugs hushed themselves.
>No longer did you feel the warmth of the sun.
>Unreality opened.
>A leaf ravaged by insects, darkened and fading away in your unsight, fluttered to the river.
>Startled by the disturbed water, fish scattered.
>Their green and blue auras, finding safety in numbers, rejoined the school.
>You felt their relief and comfort.
>Downstream they swam, past your statuesque legs and paws.
>Slowly, you inhaled.
>Through your mouth.
>You looked closer.
>Invertebrates of all sizes scuttled at the bottom.
>Hiding from fish and snapping at nymphs and larvae.
>The most aggressive flared red.
>Simple though they were, you felt their anger and hunger.
>Exhale.
>A slow, long exhale.
>Round the river bend you peered.
>Past the thick vegetation on the curved bank, a small herd of deer took refuge.
>Bucks in a bachelor group.
>The one with biggest antlers shone a bright yellow and stood guard.
>Inhale.
>You saw further.
>Sound became nothing and everything. Parts of your body felt blistered by moving water and frozen by the sun.
>You cared not.
>No distractions.
>Two concrete, straight lines; their surface free of aura.
>Whisps of life streaked back and forth along them.
>Cars, free of sensation, only highlighted the life of the occupants.
>Family vans were brighter, their colors vibrant and positive.
>Others were neutral, sullen, and dull.
>The fiercest human emotions shone brightest.
Anonymous No.58078237 >>58078243
>>58078233
>You gasped, falling backwards.
>No, knocked backwards.
>Your crimson eyes opened, staring up towards the bright, blue sky.
>Your legs kicked from under you.
>Mid breath, you fell back-first underwater.
>Mud and dirt plumed in the water.
>And that water filled your mouth.
>Something pinned you.
>Water dulled your hearing.
>The white noise of the river punctuated by your panicked flailing.
>You lashed out.
>Kicks broke water.
>Punches hit the air.
>Something slapped your stomach hard.
>More water in your lungs.
>But that slap focused you.
>You knew where to swing.
>You brought both knees toward your chest.
>The right knee crunched into something slimy.
>Amphibian.
>The momentum of tucking your legs launched you downstream.
>Away from your attacker for a precious moment.
>You needed to breathe.
>And you couldn’t have it.
>Not yet.
>Your head broke the surface.
>You had to get it out.
>You heaved water, expelling as much as you could in one painful cough.
>You kicked and scrambled away from the site of the attack.
>Still in the middle of the river, far from shore.
>Focus.
>Painfully, you inhaled.
>A good hurt.
>Short breaths minimized the pain.
>Focus.
>Water slowed you down.
>You were still on the defense.
>You planted your feet. Again, you were balanced.
>Focus.
>What was it?
>Where was it?
>Muddied water. Couldn’t see an inch down.
>Ripples and waves were still everywhere.
>Might be more than one.
>You exhaled slowly.
>You focused.
>Closed your eyes.
>And your aura appendages rose.
>It crept beneath the water.
>Submerged in the mud.
>Sluggish and determined, it came.
>Fins furrowed the riverbed.
>The water’s surface did not betray its location.
>But the anger did.
>You felt its annoyance.
>It wanted you gone.
>It wanted you to flee.
>You were a home invader.
>As the beast closed, you adjusted your foot microns at a time.
>The water would slow you.
>This had to be powerful.
Anonymous No.58078243 >>58078249 >>58078412
>>58078237
>Feeling emboldened by its first successful attack the creature lurched forward.
>Countering with a kick, your left leg sliced through the water.
>It slammed into your attacker with incredible force.
>You followed through.
>Water sprayed 30 feet into the air.
>The blue- orange amphibian wriggled uselessly as it sailed through the air, crashing into the tall grass on the riverbank.
>The water split when you pounded your paws into its surface, sprinting to the landing site.
>It was covered head to toe in mud, utterly filthy.
>Even beneath the grime there was no mistaking those immense fins, orange belly and gills, and blue body.
>A marshtomp.
>It clutched its side, gurgling.
>Seeing you looming above made it no less aggressive.
>Opening its wide mouth, it shot a high-pressure stream of dirty brown water.
https://youtu.be/WZE18XGWoQs?t=36
>It stung, grazing your shoulder.
>The surprise of seeing another pokémon caught you off guard.
“What was that for!?” You roared, grabbing the overgrown mudskipper under its arms.
>You hoisted it up like a toddler and held tight.
>The sticky, gooey film surrounding its body wasn’t enough to aid its struggles.
>It tried slapping your arms, but you held firm.
>Its little legs couldn’t kick you.
>You sighed, remembering the feelings you felt moments prior.
>Holding firm, you waited for it to tire itself out.
“I’m not gonna hurt you, alright?”
>The marshtomp stopped its flailing, opting to stare blankly ahead.
>You didn’t think it was the words.
>It was probably confused why you hadn’t beaten it to a pulp
“You don’t understand a word I’m saying do you?”
>It blinked its beady orange eyes, first the right, then its left.
>Hopefully you didn’t cause any permanent damage.
>You prayed this pokémon didn’t used to be human.
>You couldn’t imagine being reduced to this.
“Bad. Bad marshtomp. Don’t attack friends.”
>Dogs and cats might understand the tone and meaning.
>This thing… didn’t seem to.
Anonymous No.58078249 >>58078409 >>58081445
>>58078243
>But it knew enough to recognize who was in charge.
>Placing it in a mud puddle, the marshtomp turned into all fours and barreled into the water.
>In moments, it dug itself into the riverbed.
>You huffed and walked away.
>Lucky for you, that marshtomp didn’t reach your thighs.
>Barely two feet tall, you guessed.
>If that were a swampert, it might’ve suffocated you underwater.
>All the more reason to understand your new body.
>Further downstream, you dipped into the water and cleaned the mud as best you could.
>Another bath tonight.
>At this rate, you’ll run out of shampoo way sooner than you thought.
>At least you were going home a better man.
>Er, pokémon.
>You might have been the first to see a new species. How many could say that?
>Won’t go down in the history books for that, but you’ll know.
>It was only a matter of time until news got out.
>Probably a day or two of “there’s no way this can be real” and “gotta be a hoax”.
>Eventually, someone with a big reach would show it off and it’d sweep across the world.
>Would pokémon appear all over the world, or just here?
>You had a feeling this area was ground zero.
>Might be a lot more here.
>A yellow flash further downstream caught your attention.
>A sharp din echoed over the waters a second later.
>It wasn’t near the highway. Or the train tracks.
>Lightning? Without a cloud in the sky?
>Something else to investigate.
>You thought of using your aura sight, but there was the possibility that aggressive marshtomp was aching for a second round.
>Jogging down instead, you found some clues.
>Something had been here.
>Three dead fish floated on the water, sliding lifelessly into a rock at your paws.
>Their bodies were fresh, and their aura faded moments ago.
>Ozone stank the air.
>But you saw no bent plants or tracks.
>You heard nothing out of the ordinary.
>Whoever “fished” took off fast, you guessed.
>Shameful they’d waste food like this.
>Shameful for them, but lucky for you.
>This would be great dinner.
Anonymous No.58078409 >>58078474 >>58080127
>>58078249
His assumption he is ground zero is unfounded but given he has no frame of reference its possible. It could also be emergent and they are popping up every where but in such small numbers as to not draw attention.
The real question becomes if this emergence is "viral" or progressive.
Anonymous No.58078412 >>58078429 >>58080127
>>58078243
I don’t know which would be more existentially terrifying. Every pokemon he comes across was a human that lost their mind, or that the world is being filled with invasive animal species and anon is the only one that somehow merged with one or transformed into one
Anonymous No.58078429 >>58078479 >>58080127
>>58078412
Either way it's fascinating. It seems like that initial confusion in protag's sense of identity is already fading, possibly as a result of him starting to learn to take control of his aura powers rather than just letting them flare randomly. Fair enough if so, but if that is the case it'd be nice to see it acknowledged in the narrative.
Anonymous No.58078474 >>58078589 >>58080127
>>58078409
>Lucari-anon thinks he might be the only one in the world stuck like this
>Little does he know there’s a guy who turned into a Lycanroc halfway across town going through the exact same thing he is, also thinking he might be the only one in the world.
Also, it would be harrowing to discover where the line is for “this ‘mon has a human mind, this one is just an animal”.
Anonymous No.58078477 >>58079323
>>58048571
>Can't talk to anyone because all you can say is "Lucario".
Anonymous No.58078479 >>58078589
>>58078429
I'm not sure it's fading that much. He called himself a Riolu again in >>58074963
Anonymous No.58078589 >>58078611
>>58078474
A mixture of both approaches will be harder for anon to write, but definitely has a lot of storytelling potential.

>>58078479
True, but the four most recent posts give us, "a better man... err, Pokemon...", the human identity being emphasized first, without an instance of the Pokemon identity being emphasized first (unless I'm dumb and missed it). And just, coincidentally, when he happens to be tapping into his aura powers with the most focus and the most success so far. Like I said, I initially theorized that tapping into aura would make it even harder for protag to retain his human identity, but it would be interesting if it was just the opposite - by taking proper control he's able to reassert his sense of identity. Either way I hope to see that clarified moving forward.
Anonymous No.58078604
>>58048571
Would probably have to run into the mountains or something
Anonymous No.58078611
>>58078589
Maybe it’s more about mindfulness than Aura specifically. Being aware of yourself and those around you vs focusing on what you’re physically doing. Kind of like how you subconsciously stick your tongue out as a child while thinking hard about something.
Anonymous No.58079323 >>58079483 >>58079531 >>58080124
>>58078477
So just to clarify, writer anon, this Lucario can speak, read and understand human right? Has he tested writing?
Anonymous No.58079483 >>58079531 >>58079541
>>58079323
Imagine he tries to write but he can only write variations of Lucario, no matter the language, writing utensil, etc
Anonymous No.58079531 >>58079541
>>58079323
>>58079483
He phoned a farmer earlier, talking about how his voice wouldn't give the fact that he's a Lucario away.
Anonymous No.58079541 >>58079662
>>58079531
I wonder if it was completely unchanged, or if it was a bit rough/scratchy/dog-like and the farmer just assumed he was under the weather.

>>58079483
Another story I read did that really interestingly
>guy got turned into a pokemon
>goes to what he knows from memory is a pokecenter but he can’t read the sign out front
>he tries to write down “pokecenter” and he can read what he wrote
>but what he wrote down doesn’t match what’s on the sign at all
Anonymous No.58079662 >>58079876
>>58079541
He mentioned he could still speak here >>58059646 though looking back it's not clear the farmer understood him. He used text-to-speech to call for the eggs >>58067216
>Another story I read
What story?
Anonymous No.58079876 >>58080124 >>58081508
>>58079662
Even though it says “text to speech”, I interpreted it as “speech to text”, as in he would dictate all of his replies to the texts and emails instead of struggling with his paws.

Here was the story. Fair warning, it’s adult with a bit of lovey smut.
https://archive.transformativeworks.org/works/28793832
Anonymous No.58080124 >>58080875
>>58079876
Correct, that was supposed to be speech to text
>>58079323
Yeah, the protagonist can speak. Their voice is different from when they were human.

I've read enough stories where Tower of Babel speaking/writing flip-flop shenanigans happen. Fun stuff, but it feels a bit samey.
Anonymous No.58080127 >>58080607 >>58082622
>>58078409
>>58078412
>>58078429
>>58077017
I enjoy reading your comments and suggestions. Glad you're having fun with it. Making all this up on the fly instead of outlining everything is fun.

>>58078474
>>58063096
>>58070592
Join in the fun. You can start writing too.
Anonymous No.58080607
>>58080127
It's remarkably coherent so far considering you're making it up on the fly.
Anonymous No.58080634 >>58080641
Might aswell join in. But I'm gona leave it to fate the last 3 or 4 numbers I get will determine the dex number of what I turn into.
Anonymous No.58080641 >>58080859
>>58080634
Fucking great, now I have to share a body with someone who hates me.
Anonymous No.58080859
>>58080641
Sounds like you already have the “hate your other head trait down. Just got to make sure you eat enough to be the dominant.
Anonymous No.58080875 >>58081470
>>58080124
>I've read enough stories where Tower of Babel speaking/writing flip-flop shenanigans happen. Fun stuff, but it feels a bit samey.
Any recommendations? I feel like I’ve almost never seen it.
Anonymous No.58080894
Turning into Lucario could give you a good job as someone who handles poison materials since there's absolutely zero risk to you.
Anonymous No.58081445 >>58081451
>>58078249
>Under the fin..
>Along the head…
>Follow the ribs, and…
>Well, it looked like an animal ravaged it.
>But that was edible.
>Slicing the scales away was oddly satisfying and thankfully easy.
>You slid the fish fillet off the knife.
>It splashed into a bowl of salt water.
>Using knives was challenging.
>The duller knife didn’t help.
>But your new fingers weren’t as dexterous.
>Flipping the fish over, you restarted the process.
>The intrusive thoughts came again.
>Just eat it.
>Bite its head off.
>Suckle the flesh from the bone.
>Save yourself the time and trouble.
>Another two fillets slid into the salt bath.
>Poison was nothing. Your body was hyper-immune.
>That wasn’t bothering you.
>What bothered you was that you remembered doing it.
>You hadn’t.
>Obviously you hadn’t.
>No where, when, or why.
>You weren’t some crazed, rugged survivalist.
>Or some hapless mook who did it for clicks.
>But you felt it.
>The scales on your tongue.
>Sinking your teeth in, biting hard, crunching bone, twisting, jerking, and yanking…
>You’d call it déjà vu were it not a daily occurrence.
>Once, maybe twice a day since the change.
>Salt and pepper would be fine.
>The long day, and the long bath, worked up your appetite.
>With extreme caution, you slide the tray of fish into your oven.
>It was far too hard to use oven mitts with your paws.
>Darn things wouldn’t slide past your wrist-spikes.
>It wasn’t vivid, but the feeling came again.
>You remembered them being shorter once.
>Nubs.
>The rational brain knew you didn’t.
>Kind of.
>As a boy, you hadn’t had them. No human did.
>Of course you remembered them bare.
>But as a riolu…
>Had you been one, that is.
>It felt like you had.
Anonymous No.58081451 >>58081470 >>58081508 >>58082631
>>58081445
>Digging in the closet might reveal some truths.
>The transformation might have stolen what you once remembered.
>A box of Senior photos from high school graduation.
>Lots of them.
>You recognized peers.
>Names came to mind you hadn’t thought of since leaving.
>There was your family and friends.
>Sooner or later, they’d hear what happened to you.
>You owed them that much.
>A photo with Dad drew your attention.
>Something rose deep in your gut.
>Father’s praise...
>Mastered techniques.
>Lessons learned.
>A new stage in life.
>The feelings swelling inside you were more than just a handshake at graduation.
>You felt pride over something you never did.
>And you weren’t sure over what.
>Such a strong feeling for something so unremembered.
>Stranger and stranger…
>You sorted through more items, collecting what little sparked the strongest memories.
>A smile crossed your face when you saw it.
>That Lego set you liked.
>You had to break some pieces off to fit it in the box.
>A favorite toy.
>Little bigger than this Lego man.
>You were sure of it.
>A gift loved from someone beloved.
>The rest of the closet was a pleasant trip down memory lane.
>Not everyone was able to keep so many cherished things.
>Your human side felt intact.
>But nothing else brought the intense longing.
>Chances are, something else would trigger it.
>You’d know it when you felt it.
>Maybe the memories were real.
>Another life, perhaps. Maybe reincarnation was real.
>Maybe they were real for someone else.
>Something shared across a void you had no hope of piercing.
>Maybe they were fragmented dreams your brain stitched together.
>Maybe a natural side-effect from whatever caused the change.
>The whys were many.
>Maybe they would help.
>Maybe they would fade away.
>But they were yours now.
Anonymous No.58081470 >>58081508 >>58081953 >>58082150 >>58085219
>>58081451
>The fish timer buzzed.
>Broiled fish stank the kitchen.
>You sighed, prepping yourself.
>Why were you so worried about this?
>You’d rather almost drown again instead of handling the oven.
>Weird memories you could handle.
>But the blast of heat from opening the oven washed over you, rising into your face, made you freeze up.
>You stepped back from the oven to psyche yourself up.
>Don’t think about it.
>You did this a thousand times.
>Just with bigger fingers now. No big deal.
>Slowly…
>Careful…
>Just a little-
>Your howl startled the neighbors.

>>58080875
Long forgotten. Couldn't tell you the titles if my life depended on it. Years of reading have smushed themselves together in my brain. The Zoroark one you shared was one I remembered.
Anonymous No.58081508 >>58082150
>>58081451
Oh hell yeah I've been waiting for the schizo arc
>>58081470
Lol, poor guy.
>>58079876
I knew it was gonna be smut but I was still surprised when she just started sucking him dry right there in the cave
Anonymous No.58081512 >>58081624
this dude has played this scenario in his head at least 20 to 50 times
Anonymous No.58081624
>>58081512
Do you not have plans in the back of your mind on what to do if you woke up as an animal or fictional creature?
Anonymous No.58081953 >>58082150
>>58081470
Stuff like this is why you shouldn't take on a transformation alone. Finding a trusted human to help you is important.
Anonymous No.58082150
>>58081470
>>58081508
>>58081953
Maybe the combination of needing help with certain things and both remembering having the normal human development under his human dad AND remembering training under his (possibly fanciful, possibly even real) Lucario dad will push him more towards finally coming clean. Or perhaps, as protag. speculated, the world will wake up to the presence of Pokemon in their midst and it'll become a moot point. Or maybe he'll just get wellness-checked.

Whatever the case, let's keep it rolling.
Anonymous No.58082622 >>58082687 >>58082776
>>58055171
>>58080127
What I like best is how you start in medias res. No worn out scene of someone waking up from a deep sleep to discover something feels strange until they look in the mirror and see themselves.
Anonymous No.58082631 >>58082687
>>58081451
>A favorite toy.
>Little bigger than this Lego man.
>You were sure of it.
What is this supposed to be saying?
Anonymous No.58082687
>>58082631
Supposed to be a vague (and fake?) memory of a favorite toy. Needs some tweaking.

>>58082622
Thanks. Probably can work for actual named characters, but yeah, it's common. The groggy character looking into the mirror reminds me of 90s/early 2000s movies.

Part of the fun of a self-insert story is filling in the blanks yourself. Build up the world in your head. Maybe (you) are the kind of guy who'd curl up into a ball and sob. Maybe (you) are the kind of guy who'd pump their fist and be overjoyed. Maybe (you) are the kind of guy who'd immediately do something inappropriate and unmentionable. I don't know. But they all fit.
Anonymous No.58082776 >>58083186
>>58082622
I’m working on two separate stories and I’ve been banging my head against this scene in both of them. I don’t think I can skip it in either case since the way the world was before the change is too important…
Anonymous No.58083186 >>58084248
>>58082776
It isn’t bad necessarily, it can be very effective, it’s just overdone poorly by casual writers.
Anonymous No.58083816 >>58083883 >>58084248
So we have a Lucario, a Zweilous, a Diancie, maybe a Zeraora, maybe a Lycanroc and maybe a Zoroark. Any one else getting cursed into the form of a Pokémon?
Anonymous No.58083883 >>58083959
>>58083816
Well my friends, in the hypothetical event we ever got transformed into Pokemon, wanted to be a Delphox, a Slowking, a Charizard, a Luxray, and a Meowscarada, if that counts.
Anonymous No.58083959 >>58084034
>>58083883
How do you develop a group of friends to the point where you have conversations like that?
Anonymous No.58084034
>>58083959
We're all passionate about roleplaying. Two of these friends (Delphox and Meowscarada) I met nearly 15 years ago when we were newly minted Bronies, if that gives you any idea of the headspace.

Delphox friend is raging lesbian who has always had Braixen as her favourite Pokemon. We like to stream games together and riff on them, but sometimes that turns into roleplaying through them together if we like the game. Super Mystery Dungeon was one such instance, which lead to a kind of extended universe where my Lucario OC and her Braixen OC have experienced various other video game universes together.

Meowcarada friend isn't as into furries as the rest of us (he was into pony, but kind of mentally compartmentalized that as being a separate thing), but he's a loli freak (bro's a HUGE Blue Archive fanboy and was an Azur Lane fanboy before that) under his polite, soft spoken exterior and isn't too hard to convince into other forms of freakdom, particularly when it involves cats, maids, or catmaids. He came up with the idea of a conspiracy nut Sprigatito obsessed with finding evidence of long lost "hoomans", and that's kind of stuck as his de facto Poke OC since.

Charizard friend used to do lewd DJing on Second Life before I met him. Since then he's GMed my Caitian engineer banging a Klingon NPC in his STA game and is generally the kind of person who is pretty much down for anything. He loves lizards and nostalgia, so when I queried what Pokemon he'd want to be in Mystery Dungeon, the answer was easy.

Luxray friend is a huge furry and loves harem and ancient Egypt aesthetics. His Pharaoh OC is not a Pokemon himself, but has numerous Pokemon in his harem. When it comes to actually PLAYING a Pokemon, he has no longstanding preference, but will pretty much play whatever you throw at him, and Luxray was just the most recent one I convinced him into.

Slowking friend is the quiet tagalong, who kind of just rolls with the freakiness. Fits the serene psychic type.
Anonymous No.58084248 >>58084372
>>58083816
I've got an idea for a Litten, but it's not gonna be SI if I get around to writing it.
>>58083186
>overdone poorly by casual writers
But doctor...
Anonymous No.58084372 >>58085285
>>58084248
SI?
Anonymous No.58084640 >>58084660
I would fuck so many white woman now that they're not scared of me
Anonymous No.58084660 >>58084674 >>58084851
>>58084640
A 4ft Bipedal dog creature that can punch a boulder in half, covered in spikes nah they scream and run and beg a man to shoot you
Anonymous No.58084674
>>58084660
White woman love dog cock anon that's the thing they will not be able to resist my red rocket
Anonymous No.58084851 >>58084929
>>58084660
Survey says: >>58054727
Anonymous No.58084929
>>58084851
Survey says: Trannies
Anonymous No.58085219 >>58085223
>>58081470
>No, you could still see through the fabric.
>Folding the red scarf over itself, you tried again.
>Tying a knot wasn’t necessary, thank goodness.
>If you folded it right at the back of your head, below your aura appendages…
>There.
>A perfect blindfold.
>The cornfield, forest, and countryside were good as gone.
>You spun around in a circle.
>Again and again and again and-
>It felt ridiculous.
>Hopefully nobody saw.
>Between the lack of a breeze and your inability to see, you hadn’t a clue which direction you faced.
>You could sense aura while standing still.
>Now you had to practice while moving.
>You exhaled.
>Slowly.
>Long and calm.
>Your aura sensors shivered and rose.
>Animals were easy to see.
>Their auras shine bright and beautiful.
>Plants were duller.
>Alive, but different.
>Without emotions to read, grasses blurred together.
>Trees varied wildly.
>Their ages, varieties, and heights all made gave them a unique pulse.
>Cautiously, you stepped forward, your paws outstretched.
>Fear made you lose focus.
>Auras smeared together as if a kaleidoscope.
>You paused.
>Only after refocusing did you take another step.
>The world bled.
>Step.
>The trees burned.
>Two steps this time.
>Your own aura hazed your eyes.
>It shone so bright you squeezed your already shut eyelids tighter.
>You tried taking another step.
>You only got half of one.
>In your haste to keep moving, you almost walked muzzle-first into a large oak tree.
>If you hadn’t had your paws out, you’d be in a world of hurt.
>Using your aura to map a path, you soldiered on.
Winding and weaving and circling the whole weald.
>It was not pleasant.
>Four times, you tripped.
>Took at least dozen branches to the head.
>Twice, you stubbed a toe.
>But you didn’t slam your face into a trunk.
>And you had navigated through the forest without real-sight.
>Any progress is good progress.
>Lifting the blindfold a crack, you noted of the sun’s position.
Anonymous No.58085223 >>58085226 >>58085428
>>58085219
>Difficult to see past the gathering gray clouds.
>You wagered you could get another hour of training in.
>Cutting your training short felt criminal.
>But getting caught in the rain meant drying yourself. That took forever.
>You exhaled though your nose and slipped beneath the blindfold.
>You’ve earned an afternoon off.
>You should watch something fun. Play a video game maybe.
>The second walkthrough was easier.
>Having honed your aura sense, you made good time.
>Remembering some of the divots, outstretched roots, and rock locations helped too.
>You neared the end of your second lap.
>Step.
>Should have brought the cell phone.
>Step, step.
>Timing yourself to see your improvements would really boost the ego.
>Step, hop, step.
>As you neared your imaginary finish line, you saw red.
>A scarlet aura appeared fast as you could blink.
>Immediately in front of you it stood. Just beyond your pawtips.
>The contrast of the dull trees made it shine all the brighter.
>You tasted emotion.
>Fiery and energetic.
>It all happened within a second.
>You hopped back, but the crimson blur moved towards you all the faster.
>It lifted your blindfold.
>Wide and curious blue eyes stared into yours.
>Fluffy yellow fur around the head and ears.
>Black, short-haired on its face and muzzle.
>Blue streaks.
>And a wide, toothy grin.
>”Hey, hey, Doggy!” She cried out.
>Taking a step back, the blindfold came undone.
>Her white claw held it as it fell from your eyes.
>The ends of the fabric, charged with static electricity, repelled one another.
>Zeraora.
“Jeez!” You screamed, taking another step back.
>You were a good head taller than she was.
>But you felt the power.
>Hairs across your bode rose.
“Holy…”
“You can talk!?” You exclaimed and asked simultaneously.
>The girl gasped, loud and long, bringing her yellow paws to her cheeks in exaggerated fashion.
>She stopped gasping, and took a deep breath.
>Then gasped again.
>”Yuppers!”
Anonymous No.58085226 >>58085232 >>58085428
>>58085223
>She twirling the red scarf in her claws, flicking the ends with her free hand as they whipped past.
>If she planned on striking you, she didn’t show it.
>”What’re ya’ doing with this?”
>”You were still collecting yourself.”
>Twice now you’d been snuck up on.
>You were ashamed you let yourself be so vulnerable.
>The surprise at meeting another pokémon with their wits about them almost didn’t register.
>”Hiding?”
>”Seeking?”
>”Pinning a tail somewhere?”
>Her voice was high and feminine, but crackled with voltage.
>Her eyes widened.
>She looked back at the long, frazzled ponytail drooping to her ankles.
>…
>And she kept staring.
>You tilted your head, trying to see what exactly caught your attention.
>Was something back there?
>Swiftly as her hair attracted the cat’s attention, she lost interest.
>She swung the scarf faster between both hands.
>Bright blue sparks flew between her blue paw pads and the fabric.
>Her eyes beamed when she noticed you had a tail.
>”Wow! Wish I had wunna those!”
>She circled round, staring at your backside.
>It allowed you a closer view.
>The zeraora was far leaner than you thought.
>The black furred forearms didn’t have much muscle.
>She only looked as big as she did because of bushy, static electricity hair.
“I was… practicing.” You answered, flustered by the feline’s intense focus on your tail.
>She clapped when you wagged it.
>And in the blink of an eye, she zipped in front of you again.
>She was faster than you.
>Way faster.
>”With yer eyes closed!? You must be crazy!”
>Maybe a little.
>You shook your head.
>Her antics distracted you.
>You hadn’t introduced yourselves.
>You opted to keep your actual name to yourself.
>Names are for friends.
“Lucario” You said, holding out a paw.
>That turned out to be one of the dumbest mistakes you’ve made.
>”Kat!”
>”With a K!” She cried over the electricity.
>Every muscle in your body seized as your paws clasped.
Anonymous No.58085232 >>58085233 >>58085237
>>58085226
>It was painful.
>And it was a battle of endurance to move your paw with hers as she kept shaking; enough to make you uncomfortable.
>”Woah!” She said, amazed.
>Once free, you wriggled your fingers and smiled through the discomfort.
>Did she mean to put that much juice into-
>”Y’er like the…”
>Her strained thinking face was cute.
>“Fourth…?”
>She wasn’t sure. She counted on her claws.
>“Guy… to not fall over from a li’l handshake!”
>She grabbed you again with both paws.
>You screamed as an ungodly current coursed through your body.
>With rapidly waning strength, you flicked your sizzling hand to the side with enough force to break the connection.
>The over-friendly feline was impressed you were still standing.
>You prayed she hadn’t greeted people like that.
>”Strong, Doggy!” She remarked.
>She was far too giddy to wield that level of power.
>Clutching your chest, you breathed slow.
>Bringing your heart back to a healthy rhythm.
“So, uh…”
“Kat.” You began.
>Your muscles worked through lingering static.
>Your whole arm felt numb.
“When did you change?”
>The woman’s eyes went from wide and eager to confused instantly.
>”Ehhhhhh?” She arched an eyebrow.
>Blue sparks zipped from her upturned brow and the blue conductor on her forehead.
“It’s been a week for me. When did you, you know, transform?”
>”Wha- whaaa?” Kat asked back.
“It, uh… Happened when I was sleeping.”
>You’d have thought she was pulling your leg.
>She seemed the person to do that.
>But you couldn’t fake those emotions.
>You sensed true confusion.
>”Awwwwrrrrreee, you pranking me?” Kat asked, grinning.
>”It won’t worrr-herrrrrkk!” She proudly sing-songed, thoroughly convinced she ‘busted’ you.
>You stood still with your hands on your hips.
>Pleased with herself, Kat started snapping the electric-charged scarf like a towel in a locker room.
>She struck dynamic poses with each thunderous whipcrack.
“You uh… Were human, right?”
“And changed into a zeraora.”
>”…”
>”A what?”
Anonymous No.58085233 >>58085236
>>58085232
“A zeraora. The species. That’s you.”
>”Oooooooohhhhhhh...” She nodded in understanding.
>She did not understand.
>”I’ve always looked this way, Doggy!”
>”Why? Hoping to upgrade?” She asked.
>”Tall, blue, and black…” She stated, hopping from foot to foot with her tongue out.
>”Ain’t bad on ya’!”
>She whipped the scarf towards you.
>You grabbed at the scarf but were already too late.
>The cloth snapped into your chest and was gone by the time your paw was even halfway there.
>You seized only air.
>The missing scarf didn’t concern you as much as her comments.
“You were human though, right?” You asked, rubbing the stinging spot on your breast.
>”Doggy, stop bein’ weird.” Kat said, confused yet energetic.
>”Maaaaaayyyyyyyybe I’ll forgive yer weirdness if…
>The zeraora wound the red shawl around her neck, tying it off with the skill of someone who’d worn one before.
>A detail you noticed.
>”You give me this scarf!”
>You nodded.
“Looks good on you.”
>Kat swooned, biting her lower lip.
>The patch of gray clouds drew ever closer.
>A streak of lightning lit the sky, and seconds later thunder rolled over you.
>The zeraora practically melted from glee. She hopped paw to paw with boundless energy and laughed.
>Between the gift and the storm, her day was made.
>Her aura showed pure ecstasy.
Anonymous No.58085236 >>58085285 >>58088316
>>58085233
>”You’re a good ‘un, Doggy!”
>She literally took off like lightning.
>The sound barrier wasn’t broken, but she came close.
>You immediately clasped your ears from the thunder.
>Bolting directly towards the thunderstorm took her into the cornfield.
>She did not deviate an inch.
>Her eyes were on the sky.
>Hard, dried kernels in the cornfield blackened, fried, burst, and popped as she powered through it.
>It reeked of ozone and a movie theater lobby.
>The heat of her dash lingered well after she vanished.
>She wasn’t lying.
>She hadn’t remembered being human.
>If she ever was one.
>That complicated things.
>She was dangerous.
>Excitable, carefree, and joyful.
>A treacherous combination with that kind of power.
>She showed no care for that farmer’s field.
>Why she sprinted to the thunderstorm, you weren’t sure.
>But she was overjoyed to see lightning.
>Being slaved to desire like that made you uneasy.
>You’d have to keep an eye on her.
>Best to prepare for the worst.
Anonymous No.58085237
>>58085232
Oh dear Arceus.
A Pokemon with a Pokemon Brain, not an Animal Brain or a Human Brain. And it's a Zeraora a pokemon that could probably single handedly end the Information age of humanity.
With the personality of a 12 year old tik tok'r.

The plot thickens.
Anonymous No.58085285 >>58085314
>>58084372
Self Insert.
>>58085236
Wow, that's a huge reveal. Maybe anon is the only one who actually changed...
Anonymous No.58085314
>>58085285
Does this means the rest are basically leaking from some dimensional slip?
But Arceus needs a PC to experience it?
Anonymous No.58085377 >>58085420
Suicide is the only answer.
Anonymous No.58085420
>>58085377
How droll.
Anonymous No.58085428 >>58086322
>>58085223
>>58085226
Now things are really heating up. The world at large is DEFINITELY going to notice what's happening VERY soon at this point (Kat's dialogue even seems to imply she's interacted with multiple humans), and these pic rels lead me to believe this Zeraora could wind up being a love interest. Once the world notices, things will start moving incredibly fast, and protag will have some important and hard choices to make.

I also notice once again that the false(?) memories of being a Pokemon seems to intrude less when protag is training and focusing and concentrating. Very interesting.

Since this thread is now more than three quarters of the way to the bump limit, where you thinking of taking this story once the thread's over? This story is great so far - having it disappear with the thread would be a tragedy.
Anonymous No.58085731 >>58085994
Feels like it's something like reality warping where the world slowly turns into the pokemon world and people might think it's weird but eventually, they also get their perception changed and believe it was always like this.
Anonymous No.58085994 >>58086038 >>58086048
>>58085731
I know the first PMD was isekai into a world that only ever had pokemon, but didn’t one of them have a world implied to be rebuilt after a mass transformation of all humans into pokemon?
Anonymous No.58086038 >>58086596
>>58085994
Red/Blue hinted at something cataclysmic happening. You and the only other human mentioned both get pokemon'd.
Red/Blue had the decrepit lab and power plant friend areas. The power plant is 'long-deserted but still running' and the decrepit lab straight up says it was built by humans long ago.
Anonymous No.58086048
>>58085994
I don't think so, closest to it would be gates to infinity, but that's just because there's a ton of humans being turned into Pokemon so at least one manages to save the world, but when they die, they get sent back to their world.
Anonymous No.58086322
>>58085428
>Since this thread is now more than three quarters of the way to the bump limit, where you thinking of taking this story once the thread's over? This story is great so far - having it disappear with the thread would be a tragedy.
I'd suggest a Rentry, if not cleaning it up to host on ao3.
Anonymous No.58086596
>>58086038
I saw the human made structures in red/blue PMD's more of a expedition team via technology into another world. Hence why there is a lack of ruins. The humans still died out due to an event.
Anonymous No.58086825 >>58086992 >>58087220
Honestly i hope this get's archived, Or transfered good ideas all around.
Anonymous No.58086992 >>58087220
>>58086825
Might as well start a new thread when this one hits the bump limit, /vp/ isn't going fast anyway, so might as well have more fun with threads like these.
Anonymous No.58087191
wouldnt it be funny if you got turned into a shiny pokemon (female) and you had to lay a bunch of eggs forever haha just for laughs of course
Anonymous No.58087220 >>58087243 >>58088334
>>58086825
>>58086992
I've uploaded the story and all its parts to my pastebin. If you see any spelling/grammar errors, or spot anything that needs a rewrite (no doubt there's a bunch) please point it out. Hard to proofread my own writing.
https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se

I'll reformat it along with the Zoroark gf story and put it on AO3 in the near future.

Please share ideas for a title. 'Transformed Into a Lucario' feels too on the nose.

Please keep sharing ideas. You are all quite creative and I've had a lot of fun incorporating your thoughts into the story.
Anonymous No.58087243
>>58087220
>spoiler
Oh hell yeah
Anonymous No.58087741
Do Lucario howl? What about former humans turned into Lucario?
Anonymous No.58087775
>>58048324 (OP)
With my current area and that incredible power, I would live out in the wild. Keeping my house until the person I get to verify the documents no longer gets recognized by the IRS.
Anonymous No.58088316 >>58088320 >>58088512
>>58085236
>How could you play video games at a time like this?
>Good thing you checked your phone first.
>Your right paw twitched involuntarily.
>That, and you were in no shape to game at full strength.
>You were looking forward to relearning how to play video games.
>With your new hands, it might be harder than using aura.
>Once the twinging stopped, you spread the fingers apart and stretched them back and forth.
>Nice and easy…
>That thunderbolt of a handshake still made you spasm hours later.
>After fluffing the pillow you sprawled out on the couch.
>Tonight was one of those days that only come once.
>The energy had shifted.
>People noticed something big was going down.
>Once in a lifetime big.
>In a stroke of genius, you balanced the smart phone against your chest spike.
>Finally, a good use for it.
>A cursory look at social media told you everything.
>Pokémon was trending.
>It wasn’t at the top.
>But it gained steam each minute.
>No more were the little, peculiar videos seen only by enthusiasts and deep divers.
>No more were the posts and warnings limited to a dozen views.
>’Famous Cartoonist Claims His Cat’s No Longer a Cat’
>A headline like that would be at home in any tabloid.
>This was mainstream news.
>Equally untrustworthy, but you’d wager money on this one.
>”Big Ron” was now green, smelled of a floral shop, and still liked his favorite spot on the windowsill.
>The article might have come out days ago were it not so outrageous.
>The cartoonist hadn’t been able to get anyone to believe him.
>Even the writer commented they didn’t believe it until seeing Big Ron in person.
>Plenty of people called the video and pictures fake.
>Rightfully so.
>Lots believed it too.
>Maybe not because they truly believed, but because they wanted it to be real.
>”I want to believe.” Posts were everywhere.
>You’d have fallen into that category, you thought.
Anonymous No.58088320 >>58088325
>>58088316
>Had you not turned into a bipedal canine, you’d have been there with them.
>How could anyone rationalize this without experiencing it?
>You’d want to believe.
>You wanted to believe the braviary and marshtomp used to be animals too.
>You believed they were.
>It wasn’t rational.
>But it was better than some alternatives you’d imagined.
>A blurry cell-phone video of a deer was next.
>A buck with a lot of foliage on its head.
>And a pink flower growing in there too.
>The videographer lamented it wasn’t hunting season as the clip ended.
>The next video was from a woman in a national park.
>The area looked stunning.
>Within a second of the video’s start, a woman pointed her camera up a coniferous tree.
>The angle wasn’t great, but she held it steady.
>Focusing on the oddly large pinecone near the top of the tree, she swore up and down she could see a pair of eyes.
>You didn’t see them.
>Lots of commenters swore they could.
>Next.
>A video of… well, there was nothing but a gamer chair in the frame.
>Just distorted audio of a woman and a slowly shifting chair.
>She said she was there.
>Paper was scrunched to a ball.
>A mouse hovered left and right.
>A glass of water rose up.
>The water was slurped away with a purple glow.
>That was an iffy one.
>Nothing special effects couldn’t achieve but…
>You flicked your finger, moving on.
>An Asian-American woman looked overjoyed in the first picture.
>The following picture was her beautiful flower garden.
>You had to scroll down into the comments to see why so many people reshared it.
>There was a lovely ring of flowers, all connected by blue thread.
>With a small, little green fairy holding them together.
>You’d have missed it had people not zoomed in on it.
>You moved on.
>One with a concerned man caught your attention.
>People weren’t sure if this one was a new horror ARG or something real.
Anonymous No.58088325 >>58088626 >>58091793
>>58088320
>The man showed pictures of his rural homestead.
>Pictures of work he’d done, pictures when he first bought it.
>He noted where the trees were in each photograph.
>Then, with his camera recording, showed how things weren’t matching.
>He swore up and down trees in his backyard moved.
>Including a tree stump where there was none before.
>You swiped.
>The next one was a sandile.
>Clear as day, it was a sandile nipping at man getting close to the tiny croc.
>You couldn’t tell what language that man spoke.
>But he’d posted videos of it for five straight days. Only now did his latest finally take off.
>Video after video.
>Picture after picture.
>Comment after comment.
>Some convincing beyond a doubt.
>Some dubious, and others people trying to get in on the newest trend.
>This was too weird to be true for most of the public.
>But the thought was planted.
>Sometimes amazing things are in plain sight.
>Until you know what you’re looking for, you might not ever notice.
>Now that thousands of people believed new species might be all over, they were going to see them.
>Reading the comments was sobering.
>Lots of good advice and clever jokes.
>Some schizoid messages too.
>But a hint of panic was unmissable.
>Preppers sprinkled into every comment section.
>”Shoulda stocked up.”
>”Grab what you can.”
>”Expect shortages.”
>And the doomsayers offered takes of all varieties.
>”Pandemic 2?”
>”If that’s the Pokémon I think it is, run.”
>”I had to leave my house.”
>”Police didn’t know what to think.”
>”I couldn’t get a picture.”
>For unaware commentors, or those who weren’t so trustworthy, it must have felt like the whole world was playing a prank.
>Much as you wanted to keep scrolling, you had your limits.
>Rough and strange times were on the horizon.
Anonymous No.58088334 >>58088343 >>58088626
>>58087220
Think, what is actually happening in the story? The main character is figuring out his body, training to get stronger and master his aura abilities. Then turn that into a title. Call it Aura Farming
Anonymous No.58088343 >>58089519
>>58088334
Anonymous No.58088512 >>58091804
>>58088316
>>In a stroke of genius, you balanced the smart phone against your chest spike.
>>Finally, a good use for it.
Holy shit I love this. These kinds of tiny details are why I love pokemon and TF stories. Something you would only come up with by living in the body. Another example is that guy that draws the Zeraora TF and the electric paw pads inductively charge his phone.
Anonymous No.58088626 >>58089541 >>58091804
>>58088325
I want more of these rough and strange times. Doesn't have to get super grimdark or anything (the slightly whimsical aspect to protag's self-exploration is part of the appeal), but the culture clash as people try to adjust to this new reality has endless potential for interesting scenarios outside of that.

>>58088334
How about "We Were Pokemon"? Particularly if the plan is to introduce other transformed humans in the future. (realistically, Kat might be one too, just too young to understand what's happening or suffering a trauma response).
Anonymous No.58089519 >>58091109
>>58088343
Is this what the kids call “reasonable crash out”?
Anonymous No.58089541 >>58091473
>>58088626
Kat might also not have been as good at letting the Intrusive Riolu Thoughts win was anon has been (so far)
Anonymous No.58090214 >>58090401
Pictured: my girlfriend
Anonymous No.58090401
>>58090214
Pictured: a Picture
Anonymous No.58091105
Anonymous No.58091109
>>58089519
I think a certain other board call it "statpadding".
Anonymous No.58091473 >>58091507 >>58091668
>>58089541
Imagine how weird it would be for individuals that did let their false memories take over. How far would it go? The Zeraora clearly spoke English, but would it lose that if it went long enough? Or is it more like Interstella 55555 where everything stays and is just filtered to make it fit?
Anonymous No.58091507
>>58091473
Maybe she was speaking Pokemon, and anon just speaks Pokemon now. But it's interesting to think about either way.
Anonymous No.58091668
>>58091473
>false memories
Are they false memories? With the scenario so far, it seems more like Anon fused with a real Lucario, or maybe this is a sailor moon situation where he used to be a Lucario in a past or alternate life.
Anonymous No.58091793 >>58091798
>>58088325
>Now there were even more sirens.
>The sounds dimmed and amplified as the emergency vehicles whizzed past trees, large houses, and other obstructions.
>Sensing no aura ahead, you bobbed and weaved into an alley.
>Just what was going on?
>One or two vehicles was perfectly normal.
>This sounded like every available responder.
>Bounding off a dumpster and up an access ladder, you slowed yourself on a department store’s roof.
>You stopped not for need of rest, but to understand what you were running into.
>This felt bigger than a simple fire.
>Taking a deep breath, you zoned out the noise, entering your ether-sight.
>Looking ahead of the first responders, you saw the vague shape of commotion.
>You couldn’t make out individuals.
>This was far different from practicing in the forest on the odd fish or rabbit.
>Blurred together like soup, you saw the combined life and feelings of a great many people.
>The swirling pool of aura oozed disbelief.
>Colors of amazement peppered a few spots.
>And it was all underlaid with the hue of anxiety.
>What specifically was happening, you couldn’t tell.
>But it gathered a crowd.
>You picked up speed.
>These flat roofs made traversal so much faster than through the suburbs.
>You wouldn’t beat the vehicles there, they had too big a lead.
>But that was no excuse to take your time.
>The row of restaurants was ahead.
>Unique scents hit you after every jump, courtesy of each building’s ventilation.
>Old coffee and warm donuts.
>Stale fish.
>Musty books and cedarwood.
>Grease and beef.
>Cinnamon and vanilla.
>Corn and wheat tortillas.
>The speed and excitement had you grinning like an idiot.
>You couldn’t imagine using a car ever again.
>It was hard to take the situation seriously when navigating this urban jungle gym spiked your endorphins.
>You dove through a big ‘O’ atop a grocery story sign to save a half second of time.
>This was too fun.
>Remembering the large parking lot blocked your path, you leapt to the light poles.
Anonymous No.58091798 >>58091804
>>58091793
>You couldn’t imagine doing this a week ago.
>You kept your momentum, swinging off the first and bouncing off the next.
>Leaving wobbling posts behind you, you rolled atop a laundry mat.
“Ah, gross! Gross!” You cried out.
>Spider webs and dozens of caught, dead bug husks stuck to your arms and hands.
>You wiped them quickly against the roof’s HVAC system and kept moving.
>Even that barely dented your mood.
>What you saw leaping to the next building did.
>A massive, rough chunk of asphalt bowled through the air.
>You didn’t see it hit the ground.
>You couldn’t from this angle.
>You felt and heard it though.
>A proverbial switch was thrown.
>Now you heard panic.
>Lots of people moved in the opposite direction.
>And more than a few went forward, cell phones raised and recording.
>Police megaphones ordered people back behind lines.
>People in nearby stores hastily exited and moved away.
>Many were unsure what the commotion was even about, only acting cautious because everyone else was on edge.
>Police and paramedics hastily retreated alongside civilians on the road where the rock crashed down.
>You looked over the edge of a warehouse.
>Looked like a few people got hit with debris, but nothing serious.
>The boulder smashed itself apart after bouncing down the road, breaking a cruiser’s lights.
>Law enforcement was just as confused as everyone else.
>Fear welled in the crowd and the police alike.
>Last thing the situation needed was someone with a gun panicking.
>Something capable of hurling literal tons of rock wouldn’t respond well to bullets.
>And said bullets probably wouldn’t work.
>It took a moment to figure out where you were.
>Standing up high was drastically different than driving on ground level.
>There was a car dealership ahead.
>A big one too.
>”Wheeler’s Dealers”
>Save for the real high-end makes, they probably had it.
>They gave you a free oil change coupon.
Anonymous No.58091804 >>58091810 >>58091846 >>58092093 >>58093996 >>58094559 >>58095406
>>58091798
>Unfortunately, you had to change positions.
>Save for some parked, used cars, you couldn’t see what you were dealing with.
>It pained you to risk getting seen, but the situation demanded it.
>To cross the avenue, you sped behind a crowd with their backs turned.
>A loud, tinny roar from the car lot captured everyone’s attention.
>Something was twisting bare metal apart.
>Past the crowds, privacy bushes, and immaculately cared for trees, you got to the roof of the dealership.
>You didn’t need aura to know where the beast was.
>If the roar didn’t tip you off, the heavy grunts and stomps did.
>Crawling to the edge of the building, you peered over.
>It was enormous; both taller and wider than you.
>Gray, and armored with scuffed, scratched and gleaming silver metal.
>The monster was disemboweling a pickup truck with its claws and teeth.
>And eating it.
>It gnawed on an engine block, chewing through solid, treated iron.
>And at its massive, three-toed feet its young munched on the engine’s exhaust manifold.
>A mother aggron with her two baby aron.

Well, Anons? Any suggestions on what (you) would do?

>>58088626
Not a bad idea

>>58088512
Thanks. I love that guy's Zeraora picture too.
Anonymous No.58091810
>>58091804
Dive right in. I'm sure to win, my speed is superior.
Anonymous No.58091837
>>58048324 (OP)
start an onlyfans
Anonymous No.58091846 >>58091885 >>58092093 >>58092101
>>58091804
Better him than me, I’m not cut out for super heroics, I’ve got no ideas. How do you deal with what is effectively a force of nature? Try to lure it away? Reasoning with it seems out of the question. Is this going to come to blows?

Also, the potential implications of it having children are terrifying.
Anonymous No.58091885 >>58091891 >>58092101
>>58091846
And also troubling considering if we kill momma babies die too.
Anonymous No.58091891 >>58091912 >>58091913
>>58091885
But it sounds like it eats metal. There's nowhere good to try and lead it that would keep it away from civilization. Unless there's, like, an iron mine that still had iron in it but got abandoned for some reason nearby. This one's tough.
Anonymous No.58091912
>>58091891
Junk Yard, go Iron Giant with it.
Anonymous No.58091913 >>58092093
>>58091891
>Aggron claims an entire mountain as its own territory. It mercilessly beats up anything that violates its environment. This Pokémon vigilantly patrols its territory at all times.
>Aggron is protective of its environment. If its mountain is ravaged by a landslide or a fire, this Pokémon will haul topsoil to the area, plant trees, and beautifully restore its own territory.

FORGET ABOUT WHEELER’S, WE ARE CUTTING OUR LOSSES AND PULLING OUT.
Anonymous No.58091936 >>58091948
>>58077737
You will never be a real Lucario, schizobro
Anonymous No.58091948
>>58091936
Dear god shut up you wet blanket buzz kill.
Anonymous No.58092093 >>58092101 >>58092978 >>58093125 >>58093270
>>58091804
And suddenly it's a CYOA. Maybe you should put this on fiction.live if you're gonna go the CYOA route?

Anyways, this whole thing has given me capeshit vibes from the start, so I say embrace that and charge right in - trying to get the drop on momma. We're quad effective - we SHOULD be able to handle it.

>>58091846
>>58091913
Cowardice won't serve us here. Think about it - if the cops start shooting at the Aggron, it will rampage and probably kill a lot of people. This will immediately swing public perception deeply and perhaps irrecoverably against Pokemon. We will be seen as an intrinsic threat and will have to live as a pariah - ever-hunted. Whereas if we take the Aggron down now, there's a chance of being seen as a heroic protector instead and actually having a place in the world.
Anonymous No.58092101
Same anon as >>58092093 . Had another thought:

>>58091846
>>58091885
The nice thing about Pokemon is that the choice between fighting or reasoning is not either-or. You can make an opponent listen to you by fainting them. Happens in Mystery Dungeon all the time.
Anonymous No.58092978
>>58092093
Just be careful not to get banished to >>>/qst/
Anonymous No.58092995 >>58093003
A-Anons, am I a furry if I've been enjoying this thread?
Anonymous No.58093003
>>58092995
Hard to say for sure but you’re almost certainly a fag for typing like that.
Anonymous No.58093125
>>58092093
Wait a minute Aggron is 4x weak to Fighting. Anon bodies here.
Anonymous No.58093163 >>58093416
If I'm forced to become a furrybaitmon can I at least be turned into a Zoroark?
Anonymous No.58093270 >>58093309
>>58092093
>And suddenly it's a CYOA.
Always was, sort of. I laid it on pretty thick in that comment. I want people to have fun with it, shoot the shit, and throw around ideas for where to take it. I'm writing as long as there's an audience and some (you)s.

I gotta stress, I'm making this up as we go. If this were a professional story I'd be setting up locations, characters, ambitions, and the like up for big payoffs. I've certainly got ideas for where it could go, but the creativity well only runs so deep. Glad it's turned out coherent so far.

Definitely keeping it here on 4chan; I've never heard of that site and I have no plans on using it.
Anonymous No.58093309
>>58093270
Guess someone should make a replacement thread for this one in a bit, then?
Anonymous No.58093416 >>58094629
>>58093163
Sorry pal, all I got left are a couple Eeveelutions, a fat jobmon, and half a dozen Lycanroc.
Anonymous No.58093910
Anonymous No.58093996 >>58094006
>>58091804
Aggron is immune to bullets, we are presumably not. I don't think we can do much here, but if this is the first time the veil of normalcy is getting broken, we need to do something for the reputation of all pokemon. We should try to keep the aggron busy, while playing the crowd to get them to calm down and help them understand what is happening.
Anonymous No.58094006
>>58093996
If we're trying to avoid getting shot, maybe it's time to see if we can do an aura sphere. Get the Aggron's attention, draw her away from the car lot, take her out somewhere with fewer prying eyes.
Anonymous No.58094559
>>58091804
Ask for her hand in marriage
Anonymous No.58094629 >>58094862
>>58093416
I'll take the eeveelution tf thank you,
Anonymous No.58094862
>>58094629
Alright, but we're out of all the popular ones so you'll have to be Flareon.
Anonymous No.58095406 >>58095415
>>58091804
Something that just came to me: this is the exact kind of fight to introduce a new ally or friendly rival if we get overwhelmed.
Anonymous No.58095415 >>58095426
>>58095406
We already met her, and if she shows up here, it's sure to be trouble.
Anonymous No.58095426 >>58096399
>>58095415
I dunno if Kat is reliable enough to count as an ally, though it would be really funny if she had to bail us out of this.
Anonymous No.58096399
>>58095426
I imagine she’ll show up right after Anon finishes the fight. She congratulates him by clapping him on the shoulder and nearly paralyzing him again, embarrassing him if he’s still in front of the crowd.
Anonymous No.58096560 >>58096772 >>58098032
Didn't like what I wrote. Scrapped it and will rewrite later.
What's the post limit for /vp/ threads? I thought threads autosaged at 300.
Anonymous No.58096772
>>58096560
I think it’s 310? Most threads I use hit the image limit before the bump limit though, I may be getting it mixed up with /vt/
Anonymous No.58098032
>>58096560
I wouldn't mind being allowed to compare and contrast what you originally wrote with what you wind up writing for this.
Anonymous No.58098906
Anonymous No.58099314
>>58048324 (OP)
Why couldn't lucario save Cynthia haha
Anonymous No.58099597 >>58099812
I dunno why it's important to me that the thread reach the bump limit but it is.
Anonymous No.58099812 >>58099817
>>58099597
What if it isn’t 310? what are you going to do then?
Anonymous No.58099817 >>58099823
>>58099812
It is 310
Anonymous No.58099823 >>58099891
>>58099817
Finally... I'm free...
I hope somebody starts a new thread. I'd do it but I don't know what to put in the OP.
Anonymous No.58099891 >>58100647
>>58099823
Maybe posing a follow up hypothetical? "Transformed inti a Pokemon, would you seek a human trainer? Live for yourself? Try to use your powers for good, or just try to use them for personal gain? Do you try to dwell around people or fat away from them?"

Something like that I'm thinking. I can bake bread if nobody else wants to.
Anonymous No.58099993
Idk i'd probably just live my life,
the same for the most part besides my clothes getting torn and people trying to experiment on me or capture me
Anonymous No.58100275
>Get in contact with Nintendo and offer them an exclusivity deal to mascot for their events and promos.
>live rich and have to get the line of white woman and femboys vetted first before letting them get within lewding distance
>they aren't allowed smartphones or any devices in my retarded containment room Nintendo has for me so there is no explicit breach of the contract for conducting oneself properly
>continue to shutpost violently online under my internet personal as no one would know it's the location
>live a mostly neet life with a steady supply of big anon cock and pussy
Yay
Anonymous No.58100647 >>58100785
>>58099891
Bake mr baker
Anonymous No.58100699 >>58100785
>>58100696
Anonymous No.58100785
>>58100647
>>58100699
Looks like someone else beat me to it. I'm cool with that.