Thread 58160568

What would you say to your wife if they walked through the door looking like this?

>>58100696

where's my dinner bitch

>>58160568 (OP)
>wife
All Lucarios are male sweetie

>>58160568 (OP)
>i knew youre a furry iono

I honestly prefer the nightmare version where the pokemon you get is completely random. Everyone wants to turn into a humanoid good pokemon like lucario. But nobody wants to turn into Luvdisc, or qwilfish, or jigglypuff, or unown, or dunsparce, etc.

Like if you got to pick how many people would either be legendaries or otherwise powerful mons with psychic powers or hands.

>>58160575
theyre 100% female though

>>58160757
>theyre 100% male though
FIFY
Everybody knows that Lucario is in the "femboy pokemon" category, just like Cinderace and Zeraora.

>>58160764
nope lol. 100% female.

>>58160755
Okay I'll roll a random pokemon right now and answer the question.
Yeah I'd fuck it. Is there a problem?

>>58160568 (OP)
On the floor, hoe

>>58160755
Jigglypuff wouldn't be TOO bad. I'm actually still thinking about what the underwater world would look like in my information age Mystery Dungeon setting. How do you build homes and mod cons for fish?

>>58160764
As one anon put it at the end of 2023, "Lucario's introduction made every shut-in nerd want to larp as a big-booty twink furry with childbearing hips".

Gotta admit, it worked on me. If you think about it, they actually have an ideal combination of masculine (large paws, powerful legs, spikes, piercing eyes) and feminine (thin, waifish waist and arms plus large hips) features, which helps explain why they're so popular among a wide variety of sexual preferences. Funnily enough, if you look at Renamon, who is popular in the exact same way, you'll realize they have almost much the exact same combination of features.

Everybody wants the curvy twink. And there's nothing wrong with that. Whether that twink has a cock or a pussy is kind of immaterial to be honest. It's the character design itself that draws people in. You can even push it in a slightly more masculine (Pokken) or slightly more feminine (most fanart) direction without going drastically off-model, so it's even better placed for broad appeal.

Shillmon or not, one must admit that a lot of thought went into this design.

>>58160787
Heh. Krook's not too bad either.

>>58160568 (OP)
I’d ask her if she needs anything to pep her up, she’s clearly tired
and then I’d cuddle with her on the couch

>>58160809
>information age
>How do you build homes and mod cons for fish?
You don't. The terrestrial pokemon would drive them all to extinction.

>>58160787
>>58160755
Great... So it looks like I get to be fap bait. At least I got one with semi decent stats and move set.

Not sure what I would do. Just hang out in the water with the other water types I guess.

>>58157379
>"He'll owe me one when he gets back," you thought to yourself after your colleague drove off in search of a door and left you with the lizard with a mental breakdown.
>Instead of ruminating over it, you decided to take off your rust-covered gloves.
>Unfortunately some dust ended up on your hands anyway; it looked like your hands were covered in Cheeto dust.
>You went to the bathroom to wash them.
>Once you opened the door, you noticed the mirror was completely covered up with a piece of cardboard and duct tape.
>You peeled just enough of it to see underneath.
>The mirror was shattered yet still attached.
>She must have tried to destroy it.
>The rest of the bathroom looked as normal as it gets, except for a chair that felt a bit out of place.
>Her size must have made it difficult for her to reach higher objects in the cabinet, and her mental block prevented her from just climbing up the wall.
>You decided not to think about it for now and focus more on helping her.
>Once you returned, Salazzle was lying on her side with her tablet, seemingly trying to distract her mind.
>You took a seat next to her and thought about how to best approach the situation without causing another relapse.
>You overlooked what she was doing on the tablet.
>She was watching videos of pokemon appearences.
>You weren't sure if it could make her spiral further in or out of her current state, but you decided to leave her to her own devices.
>She was watching several seconds of a video, maybe a minute, and playing the next one.
>She went through the Brionne videos, Snorlax traffic jams, random sightings, and the Aggron and Aron live stream, but she stopped at the footage from the Aggron and Lucario incident.
>She paused the video at the moment when you were escorting the Lucario and pointed at you in the frame with the hope of confirmation that that was you.

>>58161243
>You confirmed her suspicions that both you and your colleague were present during the event.
>This seemingly made her open up again, and she started writing something on the tablet.
>"What happened to the blue dog?" she asked.
>The way she asked made you know that she didn't know much about pokemon, as the names of both Aggron and Lucario were in the title of the video, and she didn't know which was which.
>"We don't know," you answered, "we tried to find it after we escorted the Aggron and Arons to the junkyard but couldn't find it."
>The way you identified the pokemon by their names made her return to her tablet
>"What am I?" she held up the tablet with her arms slightly shaking.
>"Someone who turned into a Salazzle," you answered.
>She returned to her tablet with another question.
>"What is going to happen to me now?"
>"For now you'll stay here, where you'll be safe," you said.
>"The rest will be determined after we replace your door," you continued.
>"Do you have anyone you could trust with your condition, family, or friends?" you asked.
>She shook her head before typing something on the tablet
>"My parents didn't have a great relationship with the rest of their respective families before dying, so they didn't keep up contact with them. I moved here from the other side of the country a year after their death, as this was their house. My old relationships didn't survive the distance, and I didn't have enough time to make new friends here between work and renovations."
>"And your neighbor? He was the one who called us to perform a wellness check on you, so he seems to care about you in some regards."
>She returned to typing
>"He is a kind man, but I didn't even know how I would approach him about it. I can't speak, and he doesn't know how to open or write a text message. Besides that, I don't know how he or his wife would react if they saw me in this form."

>>58162167
>"My parents didn't have a great relationship with the rest of their respective families before dying, so they didn't keep up contact with them. I moved here from the other side of the country a year after their death, as this was their house. My old relationships didn't survive the distance, and I didn't have enough time to make new friends here between work and renovations."
Damn, sounds like things weren't great before all this went down.

>>58162167
Protag has that inexplicable main character magnetism. Guess it makes sense considering he was literally transformed into the shonen protagonist Pokemon.

>>58162191
Classic case of Stepford Smiling I suspect - that ultra-sunny disposition her neighbor spoke of is only a mask. If she can learn to embrace her new form, maybe she can learn to embrace a healthier emotional balance too.

>>58162167
I’ve forgotten, how old was the Salazzle before she turned? Was she an older lady? Or was she a young adult?

Continuing the Lucario story from the previous threads.

Here's the story so far:
https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se

>>58159427
>If there was a trail, it went cold days ago.
>That was a big if.
>Because you weren’t seeing anything.
>The trail started and ended here at the house.
>Despite the horror movie interior, the outdoors looked fine.
>The tall, wooden fences likely hid the broken backdoor.
>Jumping to the rooftop, you hoped a new perspective might help.
>It didn’t.
>The shattered glass on the patio twinkled in the evening light.
>Aside from that…
>The outdoor furniture might have been knocked around a bit…
>Or it could have been left that way for months.
>Crawling to the edge of the roof, you braced against the gutters and looked down.
>A couple trampled flowers at the edge of the house stood out.
>But with woodchips surrounding the plants, making out a footprint was out of the question.
>What other signs do hunters look for, you wondered.
>Nothing else seemed amiss.
>Birds flew away from the maple tree, chirping in warning as you approached.
>You ran a paw-hand across the bumpy texture, circling the trunk.
>It looked untouched and intact.
>Fences stood fine.
>The little vegetation with bite marks was probably rabbits.
>The bedroom smelled unique.
>Something inhuman certainly had a hand trashing it.
>It didn’t mean much out here; all you smelled was fresh air.
>If it was a lady who transformed, she didn’t seem keen on marking her territory.
>She got out. Probably fast.
>Neighboring yards bore no obvious tracks.
>Whether it was by luck, or intentional, you couldn’t tell.
>She could be anywhere.
>She could have gone in any direction.
>And, you had no idea what she even was.
>You sighed.
>Even if you knew what she was, you probably couldn’t track her.
>This was a days old trail and you were no bloodhound.

>>58163638
>Halfway home, you had an unsettling revelation.
>You gave yourself ample time after the 911 call, but the police never arrived.
>Unfortunately, you imagined they had their hands full.
>Night fell by the time you climbed through your bedroom window.
>Aura helped you navigate, but it wasn’t built-in night vision.
>That’s what you get for checking out that grocery store again.
>You were really hoping to see that Machamp.
>They seemed to have their wits about them.
>Maybe you’d see them on social media.
>Opening the refrigerator, you grabbed an apple and…
>Well, what else?
>Eggs.
>You still had plenty.
>And unfortunately, no butter.
>Part of you was relieved.
>Growing used to working with a hot stove did not mean you fully trusted yourself.
>Admitting it felt childish, but those bright-orange, burning coils scared you on a deep level.
>Well, it was time to test your body’s digestion system.
>Carefully, you tapped the first egg against the counter.
>The shell cracked, but the membrane held.
>You tapped a little harder and splashed egg white over it.
>Not your best egg crack.
>Using both hands, you pulled the halves apart and dumped the egg into the bowl.
>Lucky you, there were fewer shell bits than usual.
>Sloshing the bowl around, you stuck a paw-finger in and slid the few hard bits out.
>Satisfied it was free of shell, you stared down at it.
>You hadn’t done this before.
>It had to be safe.
>Grandpa did it with milk.
>Shaking some salt and pepper in there seemed right.
>Now seasoned, you pressed the bowl to your lips and tipped it up.
>…
>The white was bland and slimy.
>It was like salt and peppered mucus.
>The yolk was also slimy, but actually bore flavor.
>The silky texture broke apart in your mouth quickly.
>It reminded you of a cream-filled chocolate egg.
>The yolk tasted rich compared to the white.
>A bit buttery, funny enough.
>You swallowed everything in one gulp.
>Pleasantly inoffensive.

>>58160568 (OP)
I know she doesn't really like Lucario so she'd probably be pretty bummed about it. I don't care about it either but it'd be fine. Honestly the biggest problem would be the chest spike. I love hugging my wife tightly, how can I do that with that stupid spike on Lucarios chest?

>>58163643
>After cracking the rest of the eggs, you sat down with the apple and checked your phone.
>You’d been gone all day, and there was plenty to sift through.
>And a lot of messages asking how you were.
>A flood of “I’m still human.” posts clogged your feed.
>Not wanting to sift through the posts, you handed the texts first.
“Yeah, good here.”
Send.
“Saw a weird fox one today.”
Send.
“Is that magnemite stuck to your grill?”
Send.
>Choking on your apple you reread the message again.
>Your coughing fit only got worse.
>You pounded your chest with a fist, careful to avoid hitting your spike.
>”Honey, your dad and I will be driving through tomorrow!”
>”See you in the morning!”
>”: )”

>>58159648
>How do we know he isn’t going to run away again?
A stern talking-to, a long grounding, and a leash.

>>58159931
>I want to join... this looks fun.
>I don't trust my writing abilities
We're all having fun here. Hope you try it out. Only way to become a better writer is practice.

>>58161243
>>58162167
Keep it up, Policeanon.
Might want to upload your story somewhere so new people can enjoy it.

As always, it's fun reading your comments. Please keep those suggestions coming. You have some great ideas.

>>58163685
Welp, our only options are to come clean or pull some sitcom shenanigans. I guess we did just meet a new friend who could help hide us.
Wonder what mom and dad think about all this. So far we've mostly heard from people who know what Pokemon are and people who have transformed. Unless they're huge nerds they'd have the most normie perspective yet.

Do you still dream of yourself as a human or when you dream you’re whatever pokémon you were transformed into? Maybe it changes over time based on how much you accept it or how long it’s been? When black and white tvs went mainstream, some people complained they could no longer dream in color.

>>58163685
>>58164218
I hope we get to see Hal again. Could he illusion our Lucario friend into his human form for the weekend? Nothing could disguise the intense emotions he’s going to feel. The Zoroark self image question fascinates still me. Also, are you thinking a pet leash, or one of those human child leashes? Except for having a wife and kid he’s just like me fr fr.

Also, great to see that policeanon has become a very minor local celebrity. I’m sure that’s totally what he wanted. I wonder if he was ever featured on an episode of COPS?

>idea for K9 officer turned into a Midnight Lycanroc and his “partner” a Midday Lycanroc
>realize this is kind of just ripping off the two existing stories
An idea will come I just can’t force it. I do want to explore the idea of someone just saying fuck it and living their regular life.

>>58164218
Oh god, imagine the confusion.
>“Is this our fault for buying you that Japanese GameStation as a kid? Your cousin is a veterinarian, do you have his phone number in case you need it?”

>”So son, bet all the ladies love you like this eh? I assume everything is still in working condition? You know everyone loves puppies.”
>”Dad what the hell are you saying?”

>>58163638
Hmm. Oh, you know what? She probably turned into something that can fly and dusted off as soon as she was out of the house. Yeah, that'd be my guess.

>>58163643
I'll betcha he could even shotgun those eggs whole with the shells still on if he really wanted to.

>>58163685
Dangit, I wanted to sift through posts...

>>58164218
>>58164246
Sitcom shenanigans would inevitably be painfully unfunny. Given the very public Machamp, I actually think coming clean is the better idea.

>>58164266
Given that it'd be all anyone in the news or on social media would be talking about, they'd be a LITTLE BIT mentally prepared for it. But yes, their reaction is sure to be interesting. I definitely want that more than the sitcom shenanigans.

>>58163643
Lucario better keep up his diet and nutrition. He’s been gifted such a body, he might not now how to maintain it?

>>58165164
95% of Pokemon don't know how to maintain a human one. Why would it be any different?
>>58164266
So the father is a disgusting freak?

>>58165164
>>58165688
At least his body seems to have a better idea of what it itself wants to eat than ours do. Ultra-processed foods smell like poison to him now.

>>58166433
It smells like poison to me now.

>>58162167
>You sat there thinking.
>You were out of options for finding people who could support her.
>No family, no friends, and not being comfortable getting the neighbors involved.
>At this point there was no doubt that the only two people knowing about her condition were you and your colleague.
>The Salazzle clearly didn't know what to do as you returned to your thoughts.
>She grabbed a TV remote and turned on the TV and jumped between stations.
>One had Pokemon reruns, but she skipped it.
>She stopped at a news station, which got your attention.
>Something might be happening after all, however small the chances of that might be.
>She was shaking again like she was expecting some bad news.
>There wasn't much new since you last checked the news.
>Some cases of people all over the country scalping toilet paper like early Covid.
>Florida man apprehended after trying to organize illegal pokemon gyms.
>Some videos of seemingly friendly pokemon interacting with humans.
>A report of several people ending up in hospitals after agitating some pokemon; fortunately, nobody has died, at least for now.
>The news anchor was repeating the pokemon code of conduct of "do not approach and call 911" every segment.
>The news of people getting hospitalized because of pokemon didn't sit well with her.
>She was definitely afraid of hurting someone on accident.
>Not like she couldn't be dangerous in specific circumstances.
>After all, you entered her house in a gas mask, and the unhinged, orange dust-covered door spoke for itself.
>All you could do at the moment was to reassure her while at the same time thinking about how to best assure her well-being.

>>58163685
>Squinting your eyes, you reached for the nightstand.
>Hadn’t slept this bad since you were human.
>This was misery.
>There was the edge…
>Sliding your hand up, you touched something round and cool.
>Too far, that was the lamp.
>It had to be closer.
>And it was.
>Wrapping your fingers around it was difficult with one hand, but you managed.
>You balanced the phone’s edge against the table, too groggy to lift it.
>This would hurt.
>The screen hit your eyes like a flashbang.
>It happened so fast you couldn’t see the time.
>The glow behind your eyelids slowly grew tolerable.
>Finding the strength to open then, you peeked at the phone.
>2:17 AM.
>Great.
>Two straight hours of tossing and turning in bed.
>Ever on the edge of sleep and unable to fall into it.
>This wasn’t working.
>Staying in bed.
>Your mind screamed stay.
>Your body screamed no.
>Sitting up, you looked at your phone again.
>Mom didn’t fall for the “I’m sick” play.
>Just a quick hello. Won’t be more than ten minutes.
>Good to know they weren’t in the “It’s a contagion” crowd.
>You flicked through social media.
>If you weren’t falling asleep, you might as well learn.
>People were duking it out on social media, already tribal about the situation.
>The few days of everyone feeling united were woefully short.

>>58167987
>For some, this was a new pandemic.
>Masks were back.
>Some city health departments recommended them, some outright ordered them.
>Some people listened, and others gave a threw a middle finger right back.
>Grocery store aisles were picked clean.
>Conversations about supply lines fired up again.
>Nobody could agree which Pokémon were safe to approach and which to steer clear from.
>And mixed in were the real crazies.
>Some crackpot lady opened Pokémon card packs, saying the holographic ones divined what was in her area.
>Conspiracy nuts were divided on whether it was Game Freak, Nintendo, or the Pokémon Company brought this about, and what they were trying to cover up by doing so.
>Some Japanese guy performed a bizarre ritual in hopes of making a bizarre anime reality, and nobody was sure if it was an elaborate joke or schizophrenia.
>Chris Chan fans swore this was the dimensional merge he talked about, and people legitimately wondered if he was on to something.
>A few holdouts still insisted this was a well-orchestrated prank being on them.
>Feeling sleep tug at your consciousness, you set an alarm earlier than you wanted.
>Now, while your mind was clear, might be your only chance for shuteye.
>Just don’t think.
>Just.
>Don’t…

>>58167991
>Conspiracy nuts were divided on whether it was Game Freak, Nintendo, or the Pokémon Company brought this about, and what they were trying to cover up by doing so.
Game Freak made Pokemon real to cover up Mega Victreebel's goofy ass

>>58167615
The Pokemon are so common already that the advice to call 911 is accomplishing nothing other than paralysing the emergency services. As such, we can fully expect the authorities to keep the policy in place at least a week longer than they should.

Honestly, policebro might HAVE to approach the neighbour, come hell or high water.

>>58167991
I'm sure people will be doing stupid, random shit to try go control what Pokemon they ultimately transform into as well. I still think protag should face the music when it comes to his parents.

>>58167991
>>For some, this was a new pandemic.
>Reports that pokemon meat was already being sold in a Chinese wet market weeks before the first reported case - actually just horse meat dyed with antifreeze
>Local “internet comedian” turned into a Jynx terrorizing unsuspecting Zoom meetings
>In order to prevent the risk of having someone turn into a pokémon inside a prison and damage the infrastructure, bail is set to $0 and inmates set to be released within 30 days will be let go early, making theft de facto legal
>major metropolis encourages impromptu census measures by having people text images of local pokemon to the authorities - only for the system to be flooded with dick pics, both human and pokemon
>literally everything is sold as a cure to return to humanity, from pills and prayers to add thyme to your food

>>58168459
>I'm sure people will be doing stupid, random shit to try go control what Pokemon they ultimately transform into as well.
Guy who keeps trying get transformed. Everyone around him keeps changing and freaking out about it and the only guy that actually wants it keeps getting passed over.

>>58160568 (OP)
I believe sex will turn you back into your body.

>>58168585
Then of course there’s that one guy that got transformed and is enjoying it entirely too much
>>58168595
Would you do so knowing the risk that she could accidentally turn you into a pokemon as well?

This is all well and good but what happens when someone inevitably transforms into Arceus? Do they just become the defacto god of the universe?

>>58169824
I think, and this is just me, Arceus is the cause of it.
Ever heard the expression a God only exists because it has people that believe in it?

>>58170207
Counterpoint: Sayings like “Arceus Damnit!” or “What in the name of Arceus?” in pokemon fan fiction are cringe and retarded.

kill all furfaggots

>>58170220
Trvke
'gods dammit' has the same energy

>>58170228
It’d be a lot easier to do that if you were a Pokemon, anon.

>>58170220
Sure, but only because they don't roll off the tongue very well. The trick is to come up with original religious expletives that sounds better, like how you have "Emperor's Teeth!" and similar in 40K.

For instance, Arceus is often symbolized (at least in fanon) by the golden wheel attached to his midsection. Thus, "by the wheel!" could be a possible expletive. Pokemon would have a concept of judgement (as it's Arceus' signature move), but not in the western sense of god determining whether you are worthy or heaven or condemned to hell, as the Pokemon afterlife is completely different and, to all appearances, much more Shinto-like. Thus a statement like, "may you suffer Judgement..." is beseeching Arceus not to find your soul wanting after you die, but rather to physically come down and personally kick your ass for being a douche, right here and now (much more direct even than the whole god striking you dead thing). That also fits the Pokemon mindset - they like to settle their differences right away (rather than hold grudges and manipulate) and are well-equipped to do so. In context of my information age PMD setting, there's no harm in challenging your annoying co-worker to battle. The likelihood of lasting injury is very small and even if you lose, you've spent your aggression and might just grow closer with them in the process.

For those who favour someone other than the chief god, a simple "praise Dialga!" rolls off the tongue extremely well - a common refrain among those who work long and/or grueling hours, I'd wager. Palkia is tougher, but "honour Palkia!" or "glory Palkia!" might work. As for Giratina, though the Distortion World is NOT Hell and should NOT be substituted as such, since Giratina represents antimatter, "hope you distort..." could be a roundabout way of saying you hope somebody dies or kills themselves.

Not saying these are necessarily great, but you get the idea - you gotta exercise a little more creativity with this sort of thing.

>>58160568 (OP)
Stop assuming this garbage board userbase have a wife or a girlfriend because none of them have one and if they claim they do they are lying

>>58167991
>”No.”
>You opened your mouth to protest but thought better.
>Hal noticed your ears droop.
>They said more than words could have in that moment.
>”Understand, this is not coming from a place of annoyance.”
>He was 100% annoyed you showed up this early.
>The sun was barely up.
>The morning air cooled your muscles in your sprint here.
>You were still huffing and puffing when you asked him.
>”I most certainly owe you a great deal from yesterday.”
>”But I say no because I literally am not capable of what you are suggesting.” The zoroark assured you.
>You huffed, pinching the bridge between your eyes.
>Lack of sleep made you irrational.
>This was a dumb idea.
“Yeah, yeah, I remember your disguises… Not working all the time.”
>”And that’s when it’s just me.”
>”Making you look like your old self…”
>Hal pointed at you.
>”Mimic your mouth…”
>Hal made his hand ‘talk’ like a duck.
>”Follow you around…”
>Hal made his two of his fingers ‘walk’ on his palm.
>”No way I’m doing that without breaking concentration.”
>Nodding your head, you accepted the explanation.
“Thanks anyway.”
>The zoroark understood the desire to remain hidden.
>There was the slightest hint of pity in his voice.
>”Need breakfast?”
“Nah, I’m good. They’ll be here in the morning, so…”
>”Mmm…” Hal grunted.
>”Look, saying the obvious here, okay…”
>Hal mulled his thoughts a moment.
>”Rip the band-aid off.”

>>58172878
>Your trip back was as basic as it could be.
>To any onlooker, it would have still looked spectacular.
>For you, this was slow and safe.
>Your leaps were laid-back and your speed was comfortable.
>You needed to focus.
>Why was this visit stressing you out, exactly?
>Was it some deep desire to play-pretend superhero?
>Like you had a secret identity?
>Maybe you should have made yourself a costume before jumping around in public.
>You weren’t some shape-shifter.
>You couldn’t disguise yourself like Hal.
>You’d already shown yourself to a crowd, uncomfortable as it was.
>It was only a matter of time until people found out.
>No, it wouldn’t be pleasant.
>But it would be inevitable.
>Lucario was one of the most popular Pokémon.
>There were probably dozens of people trying to narrow down where you lived.
>Some in law enforcement, and some nerds on the internet.
>There was a real chance some people in town already had an idea where because they happened to look up at the right time.
>Neighbors might wonder what all the inconsistent banging on their roofs were too.
>You landed on a grocery store.
>Smells of fresh donuts and warm pastries flooded the rooftop.
>Were you a good host, you might buy some for your parents.
>But you didn’t bring money.
>More importantly, the thought of walking among humans petrified you.
>…
>You spent a minute sitting and smelling the bakery below.
>People learning who you were and where you lived was unavoidable, but it didn’t make it tolerable.
>This didn’t feel right.
>it wasn’t quite you.
>The old you.

>>58172883
>You knew there were changes. You weren’t the same, but…
>The dissonance was unbearable.
>You wanted to see Mom and Dad.
>You should feel that way and it was there, on some level, somewhere.
>Buried beneath emotions that weren’t entirely yours.
>Like having a thought you didn’t feel was your own.
>Oh…
>Where did these come from?
>You sniffed back mucus and wiped your eyes.
>You could stay here a bit.
>You know you had time.
>You were breathing so heavy.
>You could take a few minutes.
>It was there and gone again.
>Some unobtainable memory forever beyond your grasp.
>Ghosts of lost passions and emotions snaked by, and you felt the ends of their tails.
>You…
>You wanted to see your pack again…

Please keep the discussion rolling. Love reading your ideas and incorporating your suggestions.

>>58167615
Keep it up, policeanon! Love your story.

>>58171516
Pretty creative ideas.

>>58170220
I also have to agree with "Arceus dammit" making me grimace.

Not quite the same, but I read a PMD story years ago where the writer incorporated the stairs literally into the story. The characters came to stairs in the middle of some woods. The characters walked up above the trees and... were on the next floor of the area. I'm not quite sure why he wrote it that way instead of the more reasonable "they're going further into the forest" angle.

I dunno, something about interpreting a game mechanic so literally made me seethe so hard I stopped reading, but it stuck with me well over a decade since reading it.

>>58170207
If there's one thing I don't want to do, it's explain what and why it exactly happened.
It's fun seeing people speculate.

>>58172921
Oh god. I never even thought of it going the other way. This actually brought a tear to my eye.

>>58160788
In a way I hated that from the anime whenever it happened. If Pokemon are their friends why couldn't they share food with them at the table? Sure there were instances where there was no table available or any table at hand was too small but I'm sure things could be sorted out beforehand from writers themselves but instead they are left like literal animals at floor level

>>58172921
Oh poor guy. If it were me next bit would be a more fleshed out "flashback" to his time with the pack. Really explore what other memories are knocking around in there. Though I guess you did just call it unobtainable. Maybe later on he'll have to try to meditate and properly make peace with the other memories in his head.
>stairs
I could buy the stairs thing in a story if the author tried to make the dungeons actually mysterious. You step into one and the rules of the normal world stop applying.

>>58172921
Poor lucario. Maybe they'll meet again, somehow, some way, but there's nothing he can do to make it happen.

>>58172878
Bless ya buttons, Hal.

>>58172883
To be fair, the more of you there are, the less remarkable you'll seem, Lucario or not. I still REALLY wanna know what that very public Machamp's deal is and if they've spoken to the cops...

>>58172921
Aww geeze. So seeing his parents is spiking the psychological dissonance between the human and Pokemon halves? Protag needs hugs badly... and yet he's STILL gotta do it...

>Pretty creative ideas.
I'm sure I can do better if I thought about it more, but thanks.

>>58172921
>>58173024
Regarding the stairs: like anything, it depends on the execution. The excellent PMD: Another Perspective webcomic uses extremely literal interpretations of the game mechanics very well both for comic effect and to REALLY hammer home the protagonist's culture shock (also, crucially, unlike your example they made the function of the stairs actually make some degree of sense). It's easily my favourite Pokemon webcomic, with an interesting premise and fantastic protagonist and partner... too bad the artist's perfectionism killed it stone dead... : \

>>58173020
Seating arrangements are definitely something my information age MD setting has had to contend with. Came up with (I thought) a good solution for the parliament, but I didn't even think about how restaurants would do it...

>>58172921
>Be forever alone anon
>Get transformed into a Pokémon and suffer through that
>Get saddled with the instincts of said pokemon and schizo your way through that
>Get cursed with false memories of the happy family your Lucario self started and can never return to
>The damn blue dog had a better life than you and now you’re stuck with the anguish of losing something you never even got to experience

>>58174315
Even then I still wouldn't want to change back.

>>58173205
Years down the line he sees another Lucario and there's a spark of recognition...

>>58175445
He wonders why that Lucario's aura looks so familiar even though the face isn't. He was a riolu.

>>58167615
>"Can I ask a question?
>She nodded her head.
>"Why do you drink coffee? I ask because you don't look comfortable doing it."
>She quickly returned to the tablet and wrote for a longer while.
>"Strange as it might seem, it reminds me of my childhood. When I was little, I wanted to have a taste of my father's coffee, and he gave me some of it using the spoon he used to stir it. I remember it being extremely bitter. A bitterness only a child could experience. After all the years, coffee lost that bitter taste up until the day I turned. I tried some coffee with the hope it would wake me up from a nightmare. When I tried to drink it, I immediately spat it out, but the bitter aftertaste reminded me of my childhood, and in a way it reminded me of my humanity. So I kept forcing myself to drink it even if it tasted like poison, and the bitterness never went away despite my hopes," she wrote.
>"Do you think I should stop drinking it?" she asked while showing you the tablet.
>"If your body refuses to accept it, then maybe you should. At least for a while. It might help you to feel better." You suggested.
>"On a related subject, what did you eat during all this time?" You decided to shift the conversation to something less depressing.
>"Mostly meat. Eating fruits, vegetables, grain products, or mushrooms, or drinking milk makes me feel unwell. At best they are just being added as spices." she wrote.
>"Do you know what Salazzles eat?" she asked you.
>"Insects," you answered.
>She looked at you with a mix of disbelief and disgust at this fact.
>"I'm not eating bugs." she stated on the tablet.

>>58175955
She's trying so hard to hold onto her humanity, but also there's a salazzle that's fused with her and has to be going through a lot too. But you can't just encourage her to care for that side of herself because it'll hurt the human side.

Maybe if we can get her more at peace with her human side, she'll be more comfortable trying a diet more suited to her body?

>>58175955
I hope this doesn’t end up with policeanon “taking work home” with him. It’s a kind gesture this time and the girl needs someone to help her adapt, but what happens the next time he goes on a call out like this?

>>58175955
you will eat ze bugs, and you will enjoy them.

>>58175955
>"If eating meat doesn't cause problems, then you don't need to," you said calmly.
>"But if you wanted to, you could try eating some shrimp, crab, or lobster to spice up your diet," you continued.
>You didn't want to go full-on Klaus Schwab on the subject of eating bugs, as you didn't want to alienate her with her own body any more than there was need to.
>However, this small amount of food talk seemingly managed to help her open up again, as you could see her smiling.
>"Do you like seafood?" you asked.
>"Yes, but I rarely got an opportunity. I guess that now I have an excuse to eat some, don't I?" She showed you her tablet with a smile.
>It was progress, even if slow.
>She clearly enjoyed talking about food and didn't mind you.
>You spend some more time talking about food and the different ways to prepare it.
>All of a sudden your phone started buzzing.
>It was your colleague.
>"Did you get the door?" you asked.
>"Yeah, about that. I had a bit of a delay here. The car was almost out of gas, so I took it to the nearest gas station to refuel." he said.
>"So you are calling me because you had to refuel?" you asked.
>"Let me finish. So when I was about to leave the gas station, some guy in a Toyota Corolla pulled in. And let me tell you, this guy was shitfaced like you wouldn't believe. So I had to arrest him and drive him back to the police station." he followed up.
>"Any problems beyond that?" you asked.
>"No, I should be going soon. Should I get you something on the way?" he asked.
>"A bag of shrimp would be nice." you followed up.

>>58172921
>Punching would feel good right about now.
>Heck, getting punched wouldn’t feel too bad.
>Shame that machamp wasn’t working below.
>Might be able to knock some sense into you.
>Heading towards home, your mind buzzed with family that never was.
>No faces.
>No names.
>No memories.
>Only a fondness and tenderness that you yearned for.
>The knot in your stomach compromised your movement.
>Leaping over a wooden fence, your toes caught on the pickets.
>Tumbling, your eyes went wide and your limbs flailed.
>Cursing, you brought up your hands in the nick of time.
>You grabbed the edge of the birdbath right before smashing your muzzle into the sculpted granite.
>It didn’t stop your momentum.
>The birdbath came down with you, spilling the liquid across the grass you skid across.
“Aw… jeez…”
>Dumb.
>That’s what you get for sleeping at the wheel.
>You had to be more responsible.
>The manilla, creamy fur on your back didn’t feel muddy.
>It was undoubtedly stained like a white shirt after a soccer practice though.
>Your butt got the worst of it.
>That was a lot of mud and dirt.
>And that meant a bath.
>You sloughed off as much as you could from your mucky backside.
>After wiping your paws in the grass to clean them, you set the hefty birdbath aright.
>You hadn’t lifted weights to train, but your leg muscles made getting it back into place tolerable.
>You sent up a silent prayer, thankful the residents were still asleep.
>Humiliating.
>But you got what you wanted.
>Deserved it too.
>What kind of man let his emotions have such a stranglehold like this?
>The last twelve hours of your life were ruled by petty fear.

>>58176297
>If you wanted to play superhero, you had to act like it.
>With the power this body wielded, you had obligations.
>Your aura blew off the roof of a house when you panicked.
>Lord knows how powerful an aura sphere would be, once you mastered it.
>You could cause serious damage if you fell to baser instinct.
>Social media was abuzz with pokémon doing exactly that.
>You are not some beast.
>You are human in mind and spirit.
>Start acting like it.
>You slammed the bedroom window open.
>A trail of pawprints followed you to the bathtub.

>>58175955
>>58176245
Keep the kino coming, writefren

>>58173442
>I still REALLY wanna know what that very public Machamp's deal is and if they've spoken to the cops
Might be a while before I'm able (maybe) to do that. Maybe you could take a stab at it.

>>58173020
In a Pokemon world, you'd have to accept there are places not meant for you. You might be too big, too long, too small, have too many legs, stand too tall, etc. Depending on your body, others might kindly but firmly tell you not to enter and they'd probably have good reason to say so.

>>58160568 (OP)
Are we just gonna have a fuckin' /tf/ general here now where everyone writes fanfiction about turning into lucario?

>>58176446
So, are you join the fun or...

>>58160757
>>58160764
You're both wrong. 87.5% male 12.5% female. So mine is the female. Or you could say my wife wasn't originally a Lucario so the ratio doesn't apply. But nobody here has a wife.

I'd be wondering what happened to her pants.

https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-3-wip
Had a busy week at both of my jobs (the one that pays me and World of Warcraft) so I didn't write much. I've got a little in-between section drafted up, so I figured I'd post it as a proof of life. Let me know what you think because it's still under construction.
>>58176329
Really looking forward to the conclusion of this bit.

>>58176081
This needs to happen now. For the shenanigans.

>>58176297
Nothing wrong with feeling your emotions strongly, but you still gotta get up and go to work in the morning (even if that works is self-appointed superheroing).

>>58176329
He's not wrong that a Pokemon needs to respect themselves and their power.

>Maybe you could take a stab at it
Oh jeeze, I wouldn't even know where to start. Do you maybe have a few author's notes about what their deal is that I could go by, at least?

>>58176446
I mean, why not? Better than yet more genwars and gooning.

>>58177026
I get that the complacency fits Ben's character, but I can't say it's particularly interesting. If the malnourishment he's suffering isn't enough to get him out of the house, some external factor's gonna have to shake things up.

>>58177692
>shake things up
Oh don’t worry, that’s happening literally next paragraph. I just wanted to give an idea of what ordinary days would look like for him now before the next plot point.

POV: You woke up and your pets look different
https://x.com/PokemonSleepApp/status/1947053913540296843
https://x.com/PokemonSleepApp/status/1949590623205667263
https://x.com/PokemonSleepApp/status/1952127344509915173
https://x.com/PokemonSleepApp/status/1957200771784855713
https://x.com/PokemonSleepApp/status/1959737482766877163

>>58179268
Would you rather have your IRL pet evolve into a clingy anthropomorphic beast, or a giant equally clingy quadrupedal beast?

The story is pretty cool, wonder if CopAnon and Lucario's path will converge again at some point

>>58177692
>Do you maybe have a few author's notes about what their deal is that I could go by, at least?
I had nothing in mind aside from 'haha scrawny, lanky shelf stocker becomes megabuff" and "oh God, everything breaks so easily"

>>58177026
For me, it's Helldivers 2.

>>58179268
Eevee and the sprigatito ones are the best.

>>58180340
Glad you like it, thank you for the compliment. Feel free to join in the fun!

>>58181119
>I had nothing in mind aside from 'haha scrawny, lanky shelf stocker becomes megabuff" and "oh God, everything breaks so easily"
And their reaction was the complete opposite of protag's, being basically "I gotta show this to as many people as I can!" instead of "I gotta avoid people as much as I can"? Hmm, okay, I think I have an idea of how I could go about it, but tell me this - can the Machamp talk, or no?

>>58181300
Something I wanted to explore was someone can talk a little, but their vocal cords have limited range. They have to offset it with body language and hand gestures.

But if you're seriously thinking of writing, and I hope you do have some fun with it, it's ultimately your choice. You're the artist.

>>58176329
>A lukewarm shower eased your thoughts.
>Much as you wanted to soak, time was not on your side this morning.
>Now that you thought about it, this was the first time commitment you had since turning pokémon.
>Water rinsed most of the grass and mud away.
>Unfortunately, you lost time thanks to how deep it was in the fur.
>You checked your back twice in the mirror before you were satisfied.
>Drying yourself was messy.
>You’re sure you knotted up your fur even more with the towel, but you had to move fast.
>A few minutes with the hair dryer were all you could afford.
>Though still a little damp, you had chores to do.
>If there was one good thing about guests, it forced you to clean up at least a little.
>Vacuuming was first on the list.
>Easy enough to set up, though plugging it into the wall was a novel and cumbersome task for your larger fingers.
>You should have expected the noise.
>No wonder dogs hated this so much.
>Your sensitive ears did not like the surprise.
>That stung.
>Ridiculous as it looked, you wrapped an old shirt around your head to dull the roaring machine.
>You went over everything.
>The carpet was especially bad.
>Had it really been that long since you vacuumed?
>Near your window entrance and exit, the pitter-patter of dirt into the machine’s innards grew loud.
>You cringed, thinking about what exactly you tracked into bed with your paws.
>Might have to wash those sheets soon.
>The place looked better already.
>Making the bed, you made sure to cover the parts gouged by your chest spike.
>Nobody needed to see that.
>You snickered as you fluffed the pillow.
>Stabbing the bed was, in a weird way, like wetting the bed. Worse depending how you looked at it.
>Any cups, dishes, and plates were rinsed and put in the dishwasher.
>You weren’t sure if frying pans were supposed to go in there, but it kept the mess out of sight.
>The garbage was…
>Smelly.
>Hopefully not strong enough for a human nose to pick it up.

>>58181522
>No way you’re taking the trash out in broad daylight.
>Using some cleaning spray, you were met with an unexpected foe.
>It smelled chemically.
>The citrus only did so much to prevent it from rankling your nose.
>You powered through, opening the windows to ensure it didn’t linger.
>The greasy oven-top and mineral spotted sink needed a good wiping.
>As did the bathroom.
>Plucking blue, yellow, and short black hair from the bathroom sink was a good reminder how careful you had to be when with the drains.
>Would you fluff up during the winter? Would you get a winter coat?
>You’d need to a brush.
>Satisfied with your work, you checked your phone.
>Half an hour.
>Decent timing.
>Amazing how easy it was for you to focus in this body.
>Perhaps you should meditate?
>Lucario did that in the show.
>Maybe it was normal.
>But sitting still and ruminating wasn’t something in the cards.
>This body was made for doing.
>You compromised.
>While planning for the difficult conversation ahead, you stretched and lightly exercised.
>Between push-ups you thought of how to greet your parents.
>During sit-ups you wondered what questions they might ask, and thought up responses.
>While doing handstands, you figured you should probably wear a shirt to appear more casual and human.
>One of them gave you a t-shirt last Christmas.
>You couldn’t remember whose gift it was, but wearing that might let them know you were still in there.
>Your voice was different.
>Answering questions only “the real you” would know might help a lot.
>Stretching your hamstrings, you wondered if they’d want to touch you.
>…
>You hoped so.
>Hugs sounded nice.
>They were family after all.
>They were your… pack?
>That thought came back again.
>Quad, butterfly, and calf stretches made you forget it.
>Your phone buzzed.
>It was time.

>>58181526
Welp, here we go

>>58181526
>>58181752
>Son why didn’t you just tell us?
You better have a darn good answer.

On another note, does anyone else find it hard imagining families or packs of pokemon? It always falls into this weird copy-paste of the “platonic ideal” model.

>>58182033
How would you tell your folks you are for all they know, infected by the new pandemic?
How could explain what is happening when frankly you don't really know yourself.

>>58182209
I’m not saying I would play dumb, but I wouldn’t “reveal my power level” and give a bunch more information to the point where it seems like I’m familiar with it. It really comes down to whether or not they saw the junkyard incident.
I personally would have let them know, around the time the Brionne story got big.
>Did you folks see that story of the little girl that got turned into a blue seal pup?
>Don’t be alarmed, I’m feeling fine and staying safe, but I think something like that happened to me.
>I seem to be some kind of anubis style dog on two legs, but I can still walk, talk, read, write. I’m still mentally the same as I always was.
>All the reports point to it not being contagious or working like a disease, but I’ve been keeping to myself lately just to be safe.
>Hope you and dad are keeping safe.

>>58182456
I wouldn't be so cavalier about something like this.
This is huge, for you, for them, for them, state of the world.
Most couldn't even begin to grasp what is happening our protagonist is very well balanced (probably because he is a lucario) and was able to rise to his "calling" how do you even begins to explain this to your folks, it really is like suddenly you are a super hero.
Some tact is going to have to be used an alot of confusing explanations.

How short do you think you could be as a pokemon before it starts being impractical? Is 3’11” (1.2m) too short? Dwarfism is usually defined as under 4’10” (1.5m).

>>58181317
>it's ultimately your choice. You're the artist
Sure, but when you're writing for someone else's universe, it behoves you to respect the existing canon and artistic vision. I think we're all thoroughly sick of modern productions that slap a recognisable name on a completely unrelated story.

Anyway, I'll take a crack at it soon.

>>58181526
>Floofy winter coat
Yes please

Protag made a shrewd choice there with the gentle exercise before his parents turn up. I've seen tasks that take up no thinking space, but prevent boredom because you're still technically doing something, referred to as "light meditation". It's perfect for composing your thinking, which is why "shower thoughts" exist. Dunno about a t-shirt, but a button-up would probably work.

>Hugs sounded nice
Awww

>>58181752
Bangin' Lucario, my man. Like the lean boy from the previous thread, this one's also pretty hot.

>>58182033
Considering IRL egg-laying species, depending on the Pokemon it's either going to be "abandoned before birth" or "wholesome as all Hell", with very little in-between. There'd be a lack of strong gender roles due to mostly very low sexual dimorphism and relatively low cost of reproduction to the female.

>>58182209
>>58182456
>>58182488
It's a circumstance that's so far out of left field from our typical experience that there's really no "right" answer you can pre-bake. All you could do, realistically, is play it by ear - do what makes sense to you while doing your best to minimise harm to yourself and others.

>wife
What's that, some sort of a BSDM sex toy or something?

>>58183331
It’s more like a Rotom Wash
https://youtube.com/watch?v=lyDuXeYosj8

Are the greentexts here getting archived somewhere? I'd like to read them but I wasn't here for the first thread

>>58183908

Lucario Story
https://pastebin.com/dNfCG4se

Litten Story
https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-1

And the policeman story needs a home yet, I think.

My good friend died today around 2 in the morning.
He was found just curled up against the wall unmoving.
Seizure that stopped his heart and breathing.

>>58184372
Jesus. I'm so sorry, anon. Are you one of our writefags? If so, we'll put a pin in what you were walking on.

>>58184391
I was working on something new for you all.

>>58184418
What were you working on, if I may ask?

>>58184372
Oh, jeez. My condolences, anon.

>>58184447
Different perspective of this "event" coming from a Digimon Fangirl and her surprising transformation.

>>58184515
Huh. Sounds neat. Well if you ever feel up to coming back, you know where to find us. Godspeed, anon. Hope you find peace.

>>58160755
>turned into a goblin
The god of irony has been looking at my porn collection. At least I am relatively humanoid.

>>58171516
In an unrelated fanfiction I wrote, pirates use 'Lugia's bollocks' as a swear.

>>58182488
>Mom, I turned into a fucking pokemon! This shit fucking rocks!
My mom is pretty cool though.

>>58184372
That fucking sucks. Take care of yourself man.

>>58184372
Terribly sorry to hear that.

>>58184372
Stay strong, Anon.

>>58176245
>"Thank you for treating me like a human," she wrote on the tablet.
>You didn't know how to reply to that.
>"No need to thank me; I'm just doing my job," you replied.
>She stared at you in a way that said, "You really had to use that generic ass line?"
>Fortunately, not soon after, a smile returned to her face.
>You had gotten an idea for at least a temporary way to help her.
>"How about we exchange our phone numbers or contacts on social media? So you could have some contact with someone you could trust." you sugested.
>She entered her mind to weigh the pros and cons of your suggestion.
>It took about a minute for her to make her mind up on the matter.
>"You won't give up easily, will you? I accept your offer," she presented it on her tablet with a smile.
>As you were about to shake hands with her, she jumped and put her arms around your neck in a hug before shortly letting go.
>She wrote her phone number down on her tablet, and you saved it to your phone.
>You called the number to check if there were no mistakes, and as expected, her phone started to ring.
>This made you remember something.
>You forgot to ask her if she has a way of supporting herself financially.
>"So... I forgot to ask you something. Do you have enough money to support yourself?" you asked.
>She waved her hand and started writing.
>"Don't worry, I still have some money saved up. And if push comes to shove, I can do some remote work," she wrote.
>"And besides, I'm now smaller, so I need less stuff." she added with a smile on her face.
>Well at least she seems to be more accepting of her situation.

>>58185429
>You continued chatting with her about random stuff, waiting for your colleague to arrive.
>Your phone began to buzz
>"I'm here. Come on over and help me with the door," he said.
>You raised yourself from the couch and went outside
>He has attached the door to the roof of the car.
>You helped him with getting the door off the roof and to the house.
>He returned to the car for the bag of shrimp.
>"Here are the shrimp you ordered. Why did you need those anyway? He said while handing you over the bag of seafood.
>"Well, she can't really eat most human food, and shrimp seemed to me as the closest to what Salazzles are supposed to eat." You answered.
>"Let me guess. Bugs?" He asked.
>"Bugs." You confirmed.
>"Either way, it's time to install this door."
>The Salazzle was looking at the two of you from the end of the corridor.
>You approached her with the bag of shrimp.
>As you approached her, her tail started to wag and smacked on the wall.
>She was a bit embarrassed and stepped on her own tail to stop it from wagging.
>"So where should I put this?" you asked her.
>She led you to a freezer.
>It was full of food, and in a way it was hard to find a place for those shrimp.
>As soon as you managed to fit it in, your colleague called you over to help with the door.
>He could have done it alone, and you kind of wanted him to do it solo because you did all the emotional labor today.
>Then again, he did need to arrest that guy for driving under the influence and drive him to the station.
>Either way, you already spent enough time here and needed to get going despite enjoying talking to the Salazzle about random stuff.
>"So... Uhh... Sorry for the door," you said to the Salazzle watching the two of you work.

>>58185677
>As you finished installing the door, you waved the Salazzle goodbye.
>As she shut her brand-new door and you went to the car to leave, you were stopped by her neighbor wanting to know what happened.
>You explained to him calmly that she was fine and just needed some alone time.
>The question about the door and gas masks was answered by your colleague.
>He just said something about spilled perfumes and the door being made of poor-quality materials in the most authoritative tone possible.
>In a way, the fact that some of those Salazzle pheromones stuck to your clothing supported this spilled perfume story.
>The elderly man didn't question your answers as he was just glad that his neighbor was doing well and went back home.
>You finally took a seat in the police car and drove away.
>The rest of your day was relatively pokemon-free with some exceptions.
>Like that case of a Pitbull turned Eevee or the case of a Smeargle doing graffiti.
>The Eevee's owner seemed responsible enough, and the Smeargle ran away before you managed to catch it.
>The worst case, however, was spending 3 hours in highway traffic because a Snorlax decided to take a nap.
>It got moved eventually as a military transport helicopter was used to fly it away somewhere else, but those were 3 hours of your life you didn't get back.
>During that time you listened to the radio with some announcement that schools were going to get shut down for the foreseeable future.
>That made you think that they would establish a curfew in the not-so-distant future.
>"Great, more work," you thought to yourself.
>As the workday ended, your colleague dropped you off at your house, and as you expected, the Snorlax was still in your driveway.
>"He is still there..." your colleague comented.
>"Yup," you answered.
>"If you want, I could pick you up tomorrow." he offered you.
>"Thanks. I'll call you, if he is still there tomorrow. See you tomorrow," you replied as you were leaving the car.

>>58185221
That's not too bad, honestly.

>>58185677
If I may ask, how might one attach a door to the roof of a vehicle that already has a light bar on the roof?

>>58185890
Wow. That is one gullible-ass old man.

Pffft. Snorlax is so chill it just lets itself be choppered around. I guess if they had to hit the highway then the Salazzle must actually live in a different town to protag, but like in the same county, or something?

>>58185890
Dang. How do these Snorlax keep moving around unnoticed until they become a blockage?
>>58185950
You mean your police department doesn’t have SUVs?

Is there a fanfic canon to follow when writing in these threads?

>>58187376
Well so far OG writefag's lucario story and policeanon's story are in the same continuity. Herding Cats might not be, but it's such a narrowly focused bottle story where Ben is completely isolated from the outside world that it could go either way honestly.

I'm sure nobody will mind if you want to write something completely unrelated to the existing stories, though. Just make it clear that's what you're doing so nobody gets confused.

>>58187376
There’s not a huge world Bible or anything, it’s just the info in the stories.
>>58187446
I’ve been thinking of Herding Cats as being in the same continuity, but I’ve got some stuff coming up that might break a few unwritten rules. If it has to be declared non-canon so be it.

>>58187376
Here's the rules I've been following.
>Unnamed city in the USA - Let the reader imagine its happening near them.
>Never explain why it happened.
>It will shake up the world, but it's not a world-ending threat. This is not the apocalypse. Most people and animals stay the same.
>Not everyone's the same after the change. Some are worse than others.
>Avoid legendaries.

Really though, at the end of the day... Who cares? Have fun with it. That's the whole point of the thread. If you have a great idea for a story or picture just go for it. Just don't force weird shit on other stories or mess with their characters.

>>58185429
>>58185677
>>58185890
>Snorlax camera set up for 24/7 live footage, like a hawk next camera
>Most that happens is a sleepy scratch and heavy breathing

>>58188391
>Unnamed city in the USA - Let the reader imagine its happening near them.
But theoretically it IS happening worldwide, not just in one relatively small area? Or no?

>Most that happens is a sleepy scratch and heavy breathing
Still gets tens of thousands of viewers on Twitch anyway.

>>58188753
Biggest stream in the I'm Only Sleeping category.

>>58188753
Yes, it's happening world-wide.
Maybe a bit more so in the story yeah, but yes.

>>58188851
Sorry, had a stroke
Maybe a bit more in the area the story takes place in.

>>58160755
>>58160809
A lot of people like Jigglypuff, furries will glaze Wigglytuff for the Mystery Dungeon games.

You could've picked Spoink to make your point

>>58181526
>The car leisurely pulled into your driveway, halting with a light squeak from the brakes.
>As the engine died, you reached out with aura.
>Against the inorganic car and driveway, Mom and Dad were brilliant suns.
>They planned this vacation last year.
>The intoxicating cheerfulness bled into your own mood.
>Reading happier auras consistently made you pleasant.
>Like stepping foot into a warm bath versus one scalding or ice-cold.
>Foul, bitter, or depressing auras couldn’t compare.
>But there was more.
>These were familiar.
>If only they could remain still for longer.
>You wanted to examine it like fine art in a museum.
>Beneath the feelings, looking at the essence of life itself, there was something undeniably familial.
>Words barely did justice to the magnificence of aura.
>It was like…
>Some characteristic look plucked from the parent and placed on a child.
>”Oh, you have your mother’s eyes.”
>”You’ll be big just like your old man.”
>“I could tell you’re their son by your face.”
>With your own kin so close, you saw traits only you could see.
>Only in the last month did you first perceive aura.
>It was there with Hal and his son.
>It linked Conrad and his father
>And here it was again.
>You could tell.
>You had their spirit.
>Two souls that became one flesh to make you.
>Joy leapt in your heart.
>Some part of you considered crashing through the door to tackle-hug them on their approach.
>They were family.
>They were herd.
>They were pack.
>The word did not matter.
>You were still human.
>You were their son.
>And it was a staunch reminder on how to handle yourself.
>Their emotions would mirror yours.
>If you came off depressed, it would depress them.
>If you came off like another person, they would treat you as such.
>If you showed acceptance, they would too.
>You smoothed your shirt and stood straighter.
>The doorbell rang.

>>58190560
>The fisheye lens of the peephole made them wide and distended
>Dad had his arm around Mom’s waist.
>Their faces didn’t show how great of a mood they were in.
>Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much a shock.
“Hi Mom, hi Dad.” You called through the door.
>Letting them understand you still recognized them would ease the news.
>They expected you to open the door after the loud ‘clack’ of the deadbolt was unlocked.
>It didn’t.
>You called to them again.
“Come on in, okay?”
>You backed out the entryway and stepped into the living room.
>Weird as it was, a freakout in the front yard might attract attention.
>Shaking your head, you waited.
>You should have told them this over text.
>”Hey, invite yourself in.” Was a lot less dramatic.
>”Hey, I look a little different now.” Would’ve lessened the blow.
>Too late now.
>You sowed.
>Now you reap.
>Maybe if you hadn’t spent the morning running across town you might have thought it sooner.
>Your parents looked at one another confused.
>After a moment of hesitation, Dad opened the door.
>”Hey… Everything alright?” He near-shouted into your tiny home.
>”We’re he-errrre!” Mom called, as if you hadn’t known already.
>The door creaked, shoes scuffed the floor, and unfamiliar walls were bumped and scraped.
“Yeah, good to have you over.”
“Uh, listen…” You said, trying to warn them.
>”You catch a cold, Bud?” Dad interrupted, walking toward you. “Sound stuffy.”
“Yeeeeaaaahhhh...” You dragged out.
>Your parents turned the corner.
>Dad came first.
>You stood with your hands on your hips, wanting to appear confident and nonthreatening.
>Mom, startled why Dad stopped in his tracks, peeked over his shoulder.
>Dad put out his hand, blocking Mom at the waist.
>Or, more precisely, putting himself between you and her.
>A small, defensive gesture.

>>58190565
>You hoped your smile looked welcoming.
>You practiced in the mirror.
>Just enough teeth.
>Not enough to show how sharp your canines were.
>Wide enough to be welcoming.
>Not enough to appear fake.
>You hoped they saw it as genuine.
>Because it was.
>”Yeah, I caught a bug.”

Would've written more but work kept me late.

Always a joy reading your comments. Please give ideas, thoughts, critiques, etc.

>>58190560
This was very cute.
>>58190576
I liked the practiced smile, that's a good detail.

>>58189553
So it is a hotspot, but more in the, "That could just be statistical noise" sense rather than anything more vlatant got'cha.

>>58190560
>>58190565
Wow. His parents are the most cartoonishly wholesome couple in existence. Fair enough - I'll take it.

>>58191230
Poor Lucario when he realizes how hard it is to get a hug in his new form.
With how sensitive he is to aura and emotions now, imagine how absolutely devastating it would be to sense all that parental love fade into fear or concern. Like if his mom screamed or they ran outside. It would be enough to make you want to kill yourself if you couldn’t clear it up.

My wife always looked like this, though. I like to compliment her appearance.

>>58193710
I like these photos where the pokemon are excited to see their as a pokemon too. It’s cute like they just got a friend they can play with.

>>58185890
>You investigated your front lawn.
>The holes were deep.
>Some of them had 3 visible parallel lines.
>Whatever did it seemingly had 3 claws.
>You didn't know if it had long arms or claws, but you hoped it was the former.
>As for now, you'd rather avoid dealing with Poke-Krueger.
>You went back home, threw your clothes into the washing machine, took a shower, ate some dinner, and ordered a CCTV camera off the internet in case that thing that destroyed your lawn returned.
>You heard your phone buzzing
>It was the Salazzle.
>She has sent you a series of text messages.
>"I'm sorry, please forgive me."
>"I didn't know and didn't want to."
>"It just happened."
>"I'm sorry."
>Your brain went into "what the fuck" mode.
>"What do you mean?" you wrote to her.
>"The mind control to get me shrimp," she wrote.
>Your brain just short-circuited at that moment.
>"Was she talking about the pheromones?" you thought to yourself.
>You didn't mention much about Salazzle biology to her beyond the things she was supposed to eat.
>She must have googled Salazzle and then connected the dots.
>You did have the gas mask on until the fresh air displaced the pheromones.
>Maybe the residual amounts were enough to subconsciously coerce you to get her food.
>But at this point you weren't willing to split hairs over a bag of shrimp.
>"Don't worry, you weren't mind-controlling me. The fresh air displaced most of the pheromones."
>"But the shrimp!" she replied.
>"I noticed you forcing yourself to drink coffee, and I was considering getting you some more adequate food. It was before I took off my mask, so you really shouldn't beat yourself up over the pheromones forcing me to get you some shrimp," you wrote.
>"Especially today, as you had a very stressful day, and need to rest after all of it," you added in the next message.
>"I thought you'd be angry at me. Thank you again. Good night," she wrote.
>"Good night," you replied.

>>58194737
>You finally went to sleep.
>You fell asleep almost immediately.
>Unfortunately this wasn't to last.
>At 3 in the morning, you woke up.
>You started hearing voices.
>"Hide, hide, I must hide."
>You started panicking.
>You were never showing signs of schizophrenia or anything related to this point.
>"Is this how it feels to turn into a Pokemon?" you thought to yourself in a panic.
>You had close contact with Pokemon yesterday and even spent hours in the home of one of them.
>You saw her instincts take over her human mind at times.
>In a panicked leap, you turned the lights on.
>Your skin was normal, but you weren't sure about the rest of the body.
>At that moment you ran to the bathroom, turned on the lights, and took a look into the mirror.
>Your face was still human, with no strange discolorations, growing fur, or additional body parts.
>A wave of relief washed over you.
>"Lights? Did someone notice? I must hide."
>At this point you knew that these voices weren't yours and that someone was in your backyard.
>Something was gnawing at the back of your mind with them.
>"Telepathy?" You thought to yourself.
>The voices continued.
>"Can't fly. I must hide somewhere."
>"A shed? It will have to do."
>You turned off the lights.
>"Lights off? Must have returned to sleep!"
>"I can't make a sound, or they'll notice and call the police or, worse, the feds."
>"I'll wait in the shed until they go to work, and then I'll escape."
>You couldn't risk it.
>You grabbed your gun, taser, and a flashlight and went outside barefoot to be as silent as possible.

>>58194737
If the pheromones work on anything, not just Salandit, that's gonna be tough to work around. Her fridge is gonna be full of shrimp.
>>58194888
>Telepathy
>Flying
I'm gonna guess Woobat

>>58188391
>Avoid legendaries.
There goes my 'I woke up as Kyogre' idea.

>>58197348
>Live 300 miles inland
>Whole community gathers together to save the beached whale
>And stop all the damn rain

>>58194888
>As you were sneaking closer to the shed, you felt the chill and wet blades of grass under your feet.
>Each step is similar to the one before, thought out and calculated.
>But your feet noticed something.
>The texture of the ground changed to be more rough.
>Like if most of the grass was removed in this place and left the soil underneath.
>Coarse and rough.
>You assumed it was the place that thing hit the ground.
>It was either moving fast or had some mass to deal this amount of damage.
>You couldn't make out the exact shape of this destroyed patch of grass, but it felt elongated on one side.
>You continued on your way to the shed with shallow breaths.
>At that point you were just a few steps away from your shed.
>"Something is coming; I can feel it," said the voice in your head.
>Your heart started beating with fear you might have been discovered.
>But as soon as you heard the voice, a car passed next to your house.
>"A car? Thank God it was just a passing car," said the relieved voice.
>You paused for a moment to let the skittering creature and yourself calm down and then continued your approach.
>Unfortunately it was a temporary sense of relief, and your heart started beating harder with each step.
>You put your finger to your neck vein to check your pulse.
>To say the least, you could feel your blood rushing through like after an intense workout.
>"What is that sound? Shit, someone must be outside. I must run NOW!" said the voice, now way more panicked than before.
>At that point your cover was blown and you were out of options.
>You crashed open the shed doors with a gun in one hand and a flashlight in the other.
>"FREEZE!!!" you shouted.
>You heard the voices again.
>"I-I can't see anything!"
>"Wait, light?! I see light!"
>"Am I dead?"
>"I must be."
>"Killed by a cop while hiding in a shed."
>"A pathetic way to die."
>You looked at the creature before you.
>A Noivern completely disoriented by your flashlight.

>>58190576
>Mom gasped.
>She too froze in place, and her eyes widened.
>”Oh my God…” She whispered, her lips barely moving.
>Her face grew paler.
>Her eyes stared into your larger red ones.
>You looked to Dad.
>The second of silence was one you wouldn’t forget.
>It forever burned into your memory.
>Rarely have you seen it happen so fast.
>The buildup.
>Unlike Mom, his face flushed pink, then red.
>His eyes were wide and alert, then focused and narrowed.
>Eyebrows furrowed with his intense gaze.
>You’d gotten the look in times past.
>Long ago.
>The concentrated stare of a furious working man.
>Sometimes, it was irrational.
>A result of a bad day at work bestowing a short temper.
>Sometimes, you fully deserved it.
>The growing knot in your stomach screamed you put yourself in harm’s way.
>The dam burst.
>A ferocious deluge spewed forth.
>”The hell’s wrong with you?” He said.
>It was in that distinct tone.
>You hated it.
>Yelling at a normal volume.
>The moment before Dad shouted, he always spoke like that.
>You weren’t wagging your tail anymore.
>Smiling stopped.
>Standing like a dope, you smiled without smiling.
>Your brain forgot to tell your mouth ‘relax’.
>Because your whole body tensed.
>The shock keeping Dad in place broke fast.
>”Hell’s the matter with you!?” Dad bellowed.
>His voice cracked from the volume.
>Despite now being the same size, an entire childhood of conditioning told you to fear this wrath.
>Your ears flattened against your head like a scolded dog.
>”This some kinda sick joke?!”
”W… Wh…” You stuttered like a fool.
>You’d so wholly expected, and wanted, positivity.
>So much so, it stifled any rational thinking.
>Why hadn’t you paid more attention?
>The transformation was almost month-old news for you.
>It was new for everyone else.
>Barely two days since the news broke.
>He gnashed his teeth, pushing your nervous mom backwards toward the door they entered seconds ago.

>>58199855
>His nostrils flared.
>You took a step forward, hoping to calm the situation.
>An accusatory stare and finger pointing locked you in place.
>”Jesus, what’re ya’ doing!?” He asked again, backing a little faster. “Stay! Back!”
>In a weak, defensive gesture you pathetically brought your arms up.
>”Stay back!” He commanded again.
>Mom shook.
>Dad was shaking too.
>Your heart beat faster.
>Mom gripped the door handle with a sleeve, fumbling madly at the door.
>Oh…
>Infectious.
>Contagious.
>Pathologic.
>The door shut with extra force behind it.
>Oh no…
>Why didn’t you tell them?
>Why…?
>Aura-sight flickered in and out.
>Unchecked, raw emotions flared your powers.
>The back of your head tingled, your sensors abuzz and electrified by the rush of sentiment.
>Both yours and your parents.
>Uncomfortable feelings of confusion, fury, distress, and betrayal polluted the air like a fog.
>You didn’t watch them pull out to the street.
>You couldn’t.
>Physically, you couldn’t.
>Your palms blazed with unchecked aura.
>it started with warmth.
>Then it started to hurt.
>It burned.
>You cursed yourself, being so unwieldy with aura made you feel like a child.
>Irresponsible in your training and lax in your communication.
>Oh, what were you thinking?!
>Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.
>You ran to the bathroom, grabbing the door frame for balance and singeing it with the unearthly power pouring from your paws.
>You fell to your knees in the bathroom, brought down through urgency and blistering hands.
>It was like you stuck them in boiling water.
>The shower curtain bore scorch marks as you threw it aside.
>Crying out, you turned the faucet on, letting cold water cascade down.
>You weren’t sure if it really helped.
>But it made you feel something.
>Water sputtered like oil on a hot frying pan, winding through your fingers.
>No matter which way you turned them, some other part stung

>>58199859
>There was noise.
>Music.
>Through the pain and frustration, you jerked your head up.
>Not music, a ringtone.
>It was them.
>It had to be them.
>You cursed, torn between what to do.
>Groaning, the red-hot ache almost won out.
>Actual fire might have been better.
>It would have killed your nerves by now.
>With tremendous effort and an angry cry, you whipped your wet paws out and buried them into your armpits, hoping to smother the purple-blue flame.
>It helped.
>The pain distributed itself.
>There was seconds before it went to voicemail.
>You tore towards the phone, singeing the screen as you swiped the green button.
>Mom.
>In the background, Dad swore up a storm.
>Mom stayed silent, neither greeting nor hanging up.
“Y-Yeah…?” You stammered between chattering teeth.
>Mom said nothing.
>Waiting.
“M-Muh, muh, Mom!?” You asked and pleaded.
>Try as you might, you couldn’t hold your voice together.
>You’d run through the haze of lingering feelings in the air.
>The aura burned hotter here.
>”When you said you were sick yesterday…” Mom began.
>This was intolerable.
>You had to get out of here, with the phone.
>With your fiery hands, you might scramble something inside.
>You couldn’t risk breaking it.
>So you didn’t think.
>You bit.
>”Oh, Honey…” Mom sighed.
>You weren’t sure if that exasperation was toward you or Dad.
>Maybe both.
>Saliva drooled over the phone.
>Knowing your luck, you might have acidic spittle now.
>But with the device between your teeth, you staggered back to the bathroom.
>”There’s being sick and then there’s this!” Mom exclaimed, almost hysterical.
>Her voice vibrated through your teeth and up your skull.
>And she heard you wheezing and panting like an animal. .

>>58199860
>”Honey, can you understand what I’m saying? I don’t-“
“Yes!” You screamed after spitting the phone out on the bathroom floor.
“Yes, I am human!” You yelled again, followed up by a whine of pain you hope the microphone didn’t pick up.
>You slid your hands beneath the water again.
>”Sweetie, when did… How long have you been this way? When did you catch it?” Mom repeatedly asked.

>>58199752
>>58194888
>>58194737
Keep the cop kino coming, Copanon. Enjoy your stuff!

>>58192154
You called it.
Suffah.

>>58197348
If you truly have an idea go for it and have fun!

Love reading your comments and discussion.

>>58199752
Damn, guessed wrong.
>>58199874
Brutal. At least we can reasonably tell them it isn't contagious. It's not like we were around anyone before we changed. Better not let them know we've been calling them our pack, though...

It’s easy to say in retrospect, but did he really think surprising his parents would be the best move? It’s not even the change, it’s the complete lack of notice or courtesy. You were so anxious you couldn’t explain it over text or the phone so you decided to spring this on them in person where they don’t have time to process it in private before reacting? You would warn someone if they’re visiting your home and didn’t know you had a pet dog. You wouldn’t throw the door open and say, “oh yeah, that’s Cujo, he’s real friendly”. I swear it’s like he never came up with contingency plans on what to do if he was ever transformed against his will.

>>58194737
Though the anxiousness isn't good for her psyche, I suppose this is better than Salazzle deciding to use her pheromones for nefarious purposes.

>>58196003
Gorgeous boy. I'd rub his fluffy belly.

>>58197348
>>58197771
Either than or he does get conveniently transposed to the ocean... whereupon he's forced to play cat and mouse with an attack submarine... No, I have no idea why I want that idea. It's dumb, and I wouldn't know how to write it because I don't know enough about submarine operations, but damnit, I still want it!

>>58199752
Huh. Oh yeah, Noivern does have Telepathy as a hidden ability, doesn't it? Well, if copanon can convince them not to do anything ultrasonic that they'll both regret, I guess that's one more for the future support group. And slowly the percentage of this town's population that's been transformed continues to creep upwards...

>>58199855
>>58199859
>>58199860
>>58199874
Protag is trapped in Hell. But, like, a personal Hell. A kind of Hell that perfectly suits the self-discovery and small-scale adventures that have typified this story up to this point. It's that special sort of painful where you WANT to hate the author for doing this to the character, but find you can't because it's so infuriatingly well-written. All you can do is hope they find the means by which to claw their way back out of the pit of suffering.

>>58200525
Gee, it's almost like normal people don't plan for this sort of thing or something.

Man, I really gotta get on to writing that Machamp thing. The slightly cumbersome sunshine of 'champ's newfound existence will contrast nicely against protag now being at what may prove to be his lowest point.

I can call my wife a bitch and it will be completely true

>>58201654
Could be worse. It could happen at work.

>>58202411
Finally, the confidence boost I need to ask for that raise.

>>58200786
Alright, wish me luck...

>You were awoken rudely, as always, by the screeches of a digital alarm clock, its cries harsh and grating compared to the more dulcet tones produced by your phone when you set an alarm.
>You needed it.
>The phone was always too quiet and you usually just slept through it, which made this piece of kit, antiquated though it might have been, an absolute necessity for you.
>Or perhaps you were just a hipster in denial...
>Either way, you blearily reached out to silence the racket, again as always, blissfully unaware in the moment that this would be you and the alarm clock's final moment together.
>You didn't entirely perceive what happened at first.
>You just heard cracking plastic, a faint metallic tinkling, and then the inevitably louder than one would think it should be impact of a small, hard object cratering into the floor.
>Peering groggily over the edge of the bed, you saw your alarm clock in pieces.
>The casing was completely smashed in, and more pieces had broken off and skittered away after it had hit the floor.
>Part of the electronics inside were visible, even giving off a tiny amount of magic smoke before the apparently damaged battery finally sparked and failed completely.
>You were still half-asleep, and so couldn't muster the proper amount of anger, shock, or upset for such a situation.
>Weird, you weren't normally THIS out of it when you woke up, much less when things were falling down and going boom like that.
>Trying in some way to make sense of what was going on and maybe wake yourself up properly, you slowly reached out with both right arms toward the shattered remnants.
>Both... right arms...?
>Your breathing began to quiver as both hands turned over to show the palms, fingers flexing and unflexing in perfect unison at your unconscious command.
>You tried lifting your left hand into view.
>Left hands.
>Same thing.
>Two hands.
>Moving as one.
>Grey.

>>58202763
>You stumbled heedlessly out of bed, foggy brain lagging, the gears in your head not really turning like gears should, but moreso spinning freely like hamster wheels, totally unable to make sense of what was happening to you.
>The remains of the alarm clock crunched heedlessly underfoot.
>Trembling fingers eased gently around the wood of the door (you were immensely glad in that moment that you liked to sleep with it slightly ajar), only for both of your hands to rip it open almost faster than you could see, the crunch of the doorknob smashing through the plasterboard and the hinges squealing in protest making you wince.
>In hindsight you'd go on to reflect that a doorstop would've been a good investment long ago, but you couldn't think about that right now.
>You couldn't think about much of anything.
>You were almost on autopilot.
>It carried you to the bathroom.
>Your gaze reflexively averted as you stepped tentatively over the threshold.
>You starred at your hands again.
>All four of them.
>Part of you didn't want to see - the rest knew you had to.
>Why were you so groggy?
>Part of you wanted it to be because you were drugged - the rest knew it wasn't true.
>Slowly, very slowly, your eyes traced upwards, taking in every inch of the pedestal on which the sink rested. The lip. The drain. The taps.
>Your gaze awkwardly hovered on the wall between the sink and the mirror for a moment.

>>58202765
>You snapped your head the rest of the way up all at once.
>Red eyes that were currently boggling at the sight before you.
>Head ridges.
>An almost beak-like mouth.
>The second set of arms disappearing into shoulders that were almost behind your head.
>Nothing on but black briefs and a wrestling belt.
>Finally, you started to process, actually accepting that these visual inputs were accurate (if still unclear on accepting their implications) allowing you to languidly begin to wave the fog away.
>You'd seen the news reports, of course.
>It was all anyone at work could talk about.
>You hadn't seen a Pokemon in person yet, but several co-workers alleged that they had.
>You'd even reflected on how funny it was that life could just sort of carry on as normal in the midst of all this.
>And now, here you were... a community college nobody with a crappy job and crappier prospects...
>Like this.
>Like that girl. What was that Pokemon called again...?
>You liked the series just fine, you guessed, but it wasn't as if you were a superfan or anything - hadn't played one in a long time.
>It didn't FEEL like a monkey's paw situation... it wasn't like you'd ASKED for this...
>And yet...
>Slowly, you raised both right hands. You only wanted one, but couldn't seem to will the second to co-operate.
>Tentative. Shaking a little. You touched your reflection in the mirror. Ran your fingers down the glass.
>You swallowed. You tilted your head at yourself a little.
>Then, to nobody's greater surprise than your own, you smiled a bit.
>Heh...
>Man, you were really, REALLY glad your roommates both had early starts today...

>>58202779
Welp. There we go. I can only hope it isn't TOO painful to read. I decided to go with no pictures to contrast copanon's meme images and main writefag's fanarts (good fanarts of Machamp are a lot harder to find anyway). Let me know if that's right or not.

Also, I need harsh criticism if I'm going to improve my writing, so don't hold back.

>>58202779
I like getting to see the perspective of someone who knew changed after the news broke. I never really though about it but Machamp's mouth does kinda look like a beak.

>>58176548
No, I'm already writing for Clover Guild, but I will probably lurk for a while. Mostly wanna see how long you guys can keep this going

>>58205137
What's Clover Guild?

>>58205186
>>58205137
Isn’t that the /trash/ thing where one guy was weaving an entire fucking epic making everything about himself and his OCs over the course of multiple years?

>>58205186
/pmdg/ shared universe group writing thing.
https://cloverguild.com/
>>58205410
Unless there's some really, really deep lore I don't know about, no.

>>58160568 (OP)
>they
*she

>>58205582
I had a chance to join in when that first started, and now I regret not taking it.

>>58206302
Never too late to submit a story. We love newfrens.

>>58206302
They had a new guy join, like, last week. They seem pretty welcoming to anyone that isn't trying to join as a legendary

>>58206316
Obviously. People racing to have the mostest specialest character kills collaborative writing. It only takes one sue to spoil the barrel.

>>58206316
This happened?

>>58206343
Twice, in fact.

>>58206316
>>58206361
Which legendaries were they trying to bring in?

>>58206387
If I remember properly, which I might not, shiny Arceus and Suicune.

>>58206485
Really? The Lucario story already has a Zeraora, (who knows if she ever comes back.)

>>58206564
haha zap weasel girl goes bzzzt

>>58206485
Well that's just silly. If you WERE going to go with a legendary, Kubfu, Type: Null, or a Shaymin that's stuck in land forme most of the time would all be way more interesting and have way more storytelling potential.

Figured I'd try my hand at writing. Going to try for something short, but I don't know exactly where this story is ending so I may overshoot it. Apologies for namefagging, but there are a lot of us now.

>I open the door to my home after a long day at work.
>She is waiting for me.
>My wife, Carolyn.
>My beautiful charming partner who makes all my stress melt away.
>When I'm with her, the harsh realities of the world seem unimportant. I'm able to relax.
>She welcomes me in. I sit beside her on the couch. It seems she was watching the news.
>The channel only shows a blank screen.
>This is not unusual. It's been happening a lot more often lately.
>At first it was only during big important stories, but now these blank segments have been showing up in the middle of stories about traffic, missing persons, something that happened involving a scrapyard.
>There's even a weather reporter who is always blanked out now.
>It makes the news hard to understand, but I don't worry too much about it. I don't need to see those stories, because pokemon aren't real.
>I watch the news now just to spend time with her.
>Eventually, she tells me to go make dinner, so I do.
>We used to both cook, but now I prep all the meals.
>It's a lot of work, but I don't mind. I never get tired when I am with her.
>For myself, I stack a simple sandwich.
>Her meal is a bit more complicated. We have to buy special ingredients from the pet store now. I mix them with water, and she lifts the meal from my hands.
>She's still sitting in the other room, but she was able to grab it. That's how incredible my wife is. I'm so happy to have her.
>Later that night, we wind down for bed.
>Laying down beside her, I find myself lost her eyes. Her perfect, beautiful eyes.
>Before turning out my light, I give her a goodnight kiss. Her lips are hard, smooth, and flat. I don't mind.
>Then I drift off to sleep.

>>58206878
>I take a sharp breath.
>My head stings.
>I lean up and rub my face. It feels dry, rough. My fingers are wrong.
>I quickly turn and flip on my light so I can look at myself.
>My hands green and covered in thorns like a strange cactus.
>Of course my fingers feel weird, they're gone!
>I turn over to shake Carolyn awake.
>Lying still in her bed is a mass of purple arms surrounding a massive red gemstone.
>My wife is a starfish.

>>58206881
Oh god not you.

>>58206934
Did that tripcode look like someone else's? I didn't mean to use it, it was just supposed to be Cacturne's pokedex number, and I forgot hashtags did that.

>>58206937
Sorry, I thought you were the Maractus autist with the fucked up fetishes.

>>58206970
>I thought you were the Maractus autist with the fucked up fetishes
My man, you can't just drop a line like that without sharing a story.

>>58206564
Mythical Pokemon are my cutoff.
Yes, I have story ideas for the electric gato.

>>58206881
>I splash water on my face and look in the mirror. It feels really good.
>A sewn mouth, yellow eyes, a thorny hat attached to my head.
>I'm a Cacturne. I'm not sure where in my head that information came from, I was never a fan of pokemon, but I'm sure it's true.
>There's a lot of stuff in my head I don't understand.
>She was messing with my head, but she can't any more. Those kinds of powers don't work on me.
>I laugh roughly. That confidence sounds misplaced, but deep in my thorns I know the most trustworthy things in this world are my own eyes and thoughts.
>I shut the tap. I don't want to wake her up. Not while I still have questions I can answer on my own.
>How long have we been like that?
>About a month. That's when her diet changed.
>What is she?
>I don't know. She's a psychic type, but no pokemon like that lived near my desert.
>My desert?
>I never lived in the desert, but also I always lived in the desert.
>In another life, I was never a human. I grew up alone, picking on trapinch and stealing water from traveling trainers until I evolved.
>Those memories are not pretty. I don't want to be that person.
>But those memories are more reliable.
>Figuring out who I am will take time. Right now, I am not safe.
>Whoever I am, this is not my home. Maybe it used to be if I was that human, but it's hasn't been since that starfish took over.
>What should I do?
>I could just run away. I can certainly live on my own.
>The plan is sound, but I can't do it yet.
>I need to know what happened to her.

>>58206970
There are two artists that come to my head when you say that, and I like both of them. :p

>>58199874
>Lie.
>For God’s sake, lie.
>A white lie wouldn’t hurt.
>Say you changed last night.
>They avoided social media.
>They might not have seen the footage of you.
>”Are you there?” Mom chimed in, interrupting your corrupt thoughts.
>Something beneath told you it would worsen the uncontrolled aura.
>You had to reel yourself in.
>Ground yourself.
>Gritting your teeth, you began.
“Last month, I…”
>”A whole month?!” Mom cried.
>Behind her, Dad’s rage filled the car again.
“No, no!” You half-shouted back, desperately trying to control your rising gorge.
>How dare she interrupt you.
>How dare she immediately twist what you said.
”Almost a month!” You resaid, immediately recognizing the difference of a few days changed nothing.
>Mom exhaled through her nose.
>You could picture her right now.
>Rubbing the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
>Oh, what you wouldn’t give to-
>Calm down.
>Just…
>Imagine training again.
>Breathe in.
>Slowly…
>”Honey. You were infected.” Mom annunciated.
>You bit your tongue.
>Breathe out…
>Slowly…
>”You obviously caught something.”
>She waited, hoping this time you’d respond.
>With no comeback but running water, she spoke a third time.
>”You know that, right?”
“Yes.” You loudly stated. “Obviously, yes.”
“Does that make you feel better?” You spat.
>”No…?”
>”No. It does not. No, it does not make this better.”
>Her anger rose, but she was just as confused as here in the house.
>”I- We’re worried! About you!”
>”Oh God, he probably can’t think straight.” She hypothesized to Dad.
>A small argument broke out between your parents.
>Good.
>It gave you a moment of respite.
>In…
>Out…
>In…
>The water no longer steamed away.
>It almost felt like washing your hands now.
>The dulled, purple flame around your hands still remained.
>”What if it’s like a fever?”
>”Maybe he’s delirious…”
>You appreciated your mother trying her best to come up with some manner of excuse.
>Whether she realized it or not, she was defending you.

>>58207520
>Dad wasn’t having much of it, by the sound of things.
>Part of you considered playing dumb.
>It would be so easy.
>Iron out so many issues right now…
>…
>And it would be pathetic.
>No, you couldn’t stomach that.
>You were not some simpleton.
“I’m me! I’m not some dumb animal, I think just fine!”
“My brain works.”
>”Works?!”
>”Boy, have you watched the news at all?!” Dad wailed over the phone.
>He was not near the smartphone.
>He screamed it across the car.
>Dad began ranting.
>Mom tried reframing what followed with less cursing.
>”They asked people to shelter in place.”
>Oh come on…
>”People who changed or, like, lived with someone who changed.”
>Is that so?
>”Honey, you know that, right?”
>You knew better than to say it.
>You did anyway.
“If you’re so worried, why’d you drive here?” You snapped.
>The venom lacing the question was unmissable.
“Gonna cower at home?!”
>Excuses and anger poured forth from your parents.
>”We planned this last year!”
>”The hotel said we could come!”
>”We need a vacation!”
>”The resort begged us not to cancel!”
>Oh, was it sweet.
>They just kept going.
>That delicious rage.
>The aura shift was enough to make your hands flicker again.
>Your eyes went half-lidded.
>Chuckling while burning was something you never thought you’d experience.
>Noise reached a blurry, fevered tone.
>B-Breathing, right…
>Maintain the breathing.
>In…
>Out…
>In…
>Out…
>Sounded like you only escalated their hysterics.
>Again, the aura was manageable.
“It’s not a virus.” You interjected.
>You weren’t sure what you interrupted.
>But you repeated it enough times to break the stalemate.
“It’s not bacteria, or viral, or whatever.”
“It doesn’t spread like-“
>”How do you know?” Mom asked back, interrupting you this time.
“Because I’ve been close to people, there’s no wa-“

>>58207525
>”Okay, but do you know?!” Mom repeated.
>”Nobody knows!”
>”Don’t pretend like you know.”
“I didn’t say I know, God!” You swore.
“It just happens.”
“I just woke up like this.”
“There’s nothing you can do.”
>”But you don’t know that.” Mom said back yet again.
>You’d be talking in circles if you pressed the point.
>And she was right.
>You didn’t know for sure how or why you transformed.
>You’re sure the news was filled to the brim with people offering everything from alternate dimensions to Japanese super-bioweapon.
>If it was contagious, you might have infected a lot of people in that crowd.
>If that old police captain woke up with feathers or scales covering him, you might agree it was transmissible.
>You let Mom have the victory.
>She continued talking about what the news said.
>And, to give her credit, it wasn’t something you were wholly familiar with.
>You weren’t online as much as you used to be.
>Mom explained the CDC cautioned everyone to steer clear of pokémon for worries of contagion.
>And safety.
>Some places already had problems with fire-belching monstrosities, inexplicable hauntings, and clashes with local fauna.
>International flights being shut down for all but essential travel.
>The stock market was nothing but down.
>Communities pointing fingers at one another.
>And a somber reminder of families being torn apart.
>She brought up a few stories so viral even mainstream news reported them.
>Changed pets devastating houses and injuring owners…
>An entire missing family…
>The brionne girl…
>It managed to calm down even Dad, who you were sure drove with a white-knuckled grip.
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“I’m sorry if I hurt y-“
>”If!?” Mom corrected you.
>Bad word choice.
>Hard to be entirely sorry.
>It wasn’t that big a deal for you.
>What was a big deal was the lack of support, and care, and...
>She should be apologizing to you…
“For not telling you.” You continued, remembering your place.

>>58207527
“I didn’t know it’d scare you so much, alright?”
>Mom sighed and sniffled.
>”Honey, I…”
>”One, our vacation is…”
>Dad said something incomprehensible behind her.
>”We can’t go on vacation. Not after this.”
>”I won’t be responsible for getting someone sick…”
>The desire to lash out was strong.
>You let her get her thoughts out.
>In a conversation with Mom, she liked doing the speaking and for others to do the listening.
>She had difficulty keeping the tears in.
>Dad decided they couldn’t go, and Mom agreed.
>It was their civil duty not to, they told you.
>And likely said it to make themselves feel better.
>As the conversation neared its depressing end, you were rocked from your pedestal.
>”We might die, you know.” Mom declared.
>She could no longer keep it together.
>You heard the tears.
“D-Don’t say that. Don’t…” You stuttered, taken aback by the dark turn.
>”What if I wake up a turtle?”
“Oh, c’mon, c’mon…”
>”Or Dad becomes a… I dunno, a kangaroo?”
“That’s not…”
“That’s not going to happen.”
>It was ridiculous.
>Most people in town were remained human.
>By a huge majority.
>…
>But there was the possibility.
>”And you…”
>Mom choked up merely thinking about it.
>”If you made it happen…”
>A soft bawling came from the phone.
>Then it abruptly ended.
>Staring at the phone, you watched the screen dim and sleep.
>The black screen reflected your own red eyes.
>More red than normal.
>Bloodshot and sore.
>Sprawling on the cool bathroom floor was unsanitary.
>It was gross.
>Animals did this.
>But you felt the appeal.

>>58207530
>You slid down, letting the running water break the silence.
>Cool tiles felt good against your fur, and especially pleasant on your smoldering hands.
>It felt like they should have been nothing but burnt nubs and blackened bone.
>…
>This was nightmarish.
>For those who changed especially.
>You can say, without exaggeration, it improved your life.
>Faster. Stronger. Powers you’d have called supernatural a month ago.
>How many others could say the same?
>If they even had the ability to speak, who among them would agree?
>How many people were gone?
>Either physically or mentally?
>…
>Blessed?
>Chosen?
>Lucky?
>Maybe you were all those.
>You had been force-fed crow and a slice of humble pie.
>Whatever led to this, you must never forget that.
>You were fortunate.
>You could still reason, speak, and feel.
>You flipped on your side, cooling the other half of your body on the ceramic.
>The cold floor stung your hands.
>You deserved it.

Always great reading your comments. If you have any ideas for what you'd like to see next, please share your thoughts. You guys get the creative juices flowing.

>>58206878
>>58206881
>>58207124
Interesting...
You have my attention. Can't wait to see what you have in mind!

>>58202763
>>58202765
>>58202779
A fun start, Anon!
Keep up the hard work. Not easy, but the end result is satisfying.

>>58205137
Well, at least make sure to leave a few kind words when people share art or stories. Best way to keep content coming!

>>58199752
>You just stood there with your gun and flashlight pointed at the creature in your shed.
>Like a deer in the headlights, it was staring into nothingness.
>Its continued monologue still reverberating in your mind.
>You didn't really like that feeling, as it felt like someone was shouting over your own thoughts.
>Either way, you needed to get to the bottom of this situation.
>"Calm down, you aren't dead. Just stay calm and don't try anything stupid." you said while turning off the flashlight.
>"Wha? Y-You can hear me?" the Noivern replied.
>"Well, I'm replying to you, so yes." you said.
>Whatever light was in the area made it possible to notice the movement of the Noivern's head towards your hand.
>"Please don't shoot me," the creature said nervously while backing off deeper into the shed.
>"I'm not going to shoot you unless you try to do something stupid," you affirmed while lowering your gun.
>"O-Okay..." it replied.
>"Now tell me what you are doing in my shed at 3 in the morning." you said with an authoritative tone.
>"Hiding. Trying to escape into the wilderness," it replied to your mind in a skittish fashion.
>"Why?" you inquired further.
>"Because I'm going to get hunted and dissected," the creature told you.
>The creature went into its thoughts, like something wasn't adding up.
>"Wait. How can you be so casual about all of this?" it asked in a confused tone.
>"Let's just say you aren't my first run-in with a creature similar to yourself." you replied.
>"What do you mean by that?" it inquired further.
>"Isn't that obvious? A Pokemon with human intelligence." you stated.
>"Now I want to know if you were human at any point in your life." you continued.
>"How do you..."
>"I'll take it as a yes," you interrupted.
>The Noivern took a short break to gather its thoughts.
>"I've been like this ever since the day after the attack in the city occurred a couple of days ago."
>"I just went to sleep and awoke like this on the next morning." it continued.

>>58207541
I think they took it pretty well.

I've been lurking the thread since the first one, but still have only managed to read the Litten story. It's a bit hard to tell who's stories are who's.

>>58207867
Skill issue.

>>58207124
I agree with main writefag's assessment - Cacturneanon having been mind controlled by his wife ever since she transformed and now he's a dark type is a super interesting premise. The two of them are gonna be a VERY interesting conversation...

>>58207541
Your feelings are valid, protag. You were just treated like a leper by your own family - abject misery is a natural response. In my experience, reminding yourself how good you've got it in comparison to somebody else never works. It'd be better to lean in to your body's desire to stay in motion and go do something. Maybe you'll run into Kat again.

>>58207734
Mmm. I dunno, man, I'm kinda getting the sense there might’ve been problems in protag's family even before all this started. I'll give them a pass for not thinking rationally under the circumstances, but even outside of that there's a detectable self-centred edge to their behaviour, the mum seems a little bit controlling, and the dad seems like he might have anger issues. Maybe you can blame everything on panic, but equally I wouldn't be surprised if they turn out to be the sort of couple who maintains a wholesome facade for social reasons, rather than being genuinely wholesome.

>>58207631
Maybe copanon can point out to the Noivern that it wasn't really an attack so much as hunger pangs that got out of hand.

>>58207867
You can start with the pastebin for Lucario's story here >>58183950 .

Generally speaking, main writefag's Lucario story is recognisable by the picrels being Lucario fanarts, companion's story by the picrels being memes, my Machamp story's picrels by no picrels, and Cacturneanon is using a trip.

https://rentry.org/HerdingCats#part-3
Part three proper is up. Nothing goes wrong and Ben frolics in a forest. Hopefully part four won't take two weeks.

>>58206881
>My wife is a starfish.
Hate it when this happens.
This is a cool idea. If I were this guy I'd start wondering if I ever had a wife in the first place...
>>58207013
There are some Legendaries/Mythicals that don't really feel all that legendary or mythical. Guys like Zeraora and Marshadow aren't really playing in the same league as Groudon and Solgaleo. Makes them a lot easier to justify including in a story.
>>58207541
Oh man. If it were me I don't think I'd ever get off that bathroom floor. The part where they tried to justify still going on their vacation made me laugh, though.
>>58207867
Thank you for reading!

I was wondering how many Pokemon are compatible with the everyday life. If we assume you have to be either "bipedal, tailed form", "bipedal, tailless form", or "with a single pair of wings" and you need to be between (being generous) 7'3" and 3'11". That results in 151 potential options. There are some obvious Pokemon that don't really fit or are missing, but this is a good place to start.
>Abomasnow
>Aggron
>Alakazam
>Ambipom
>Ampharos
>Annihilape
>Arboliva
>Armaldo
>Armarouge
>Baxcalibur
>Bellibolt
>Bewear
>Bisharp
>Blacephalon
>Blastoise
>Blaziken
>Blissey
>Breloom
>Cacturne
>Carracosta
>Ceruledge
>Cetoddle
>Charizard
>Chesnaught
>Cinderace
>Clefable
>Conkeldurr
>Darkrai
>Delphox
>Deoxys
>Dracozolt
>Dragonite
>Druddigon
>Duraludon
>Dusclops
>Eiscue
>Electivire
>Emboar
>Empoleon
>Espathra
>Exploud
>Gabite
>Gallade
>Garbodor
>Garchomp
>Gardevoir
>Genesect
>Gengar
>Gholdengo
>Golduck
>Golem
>Golisopod
>Goodra
>Gothitelle
>Granbull
>Greninja
>Grimmsnarl
>Gurdurr
>Hakamo-o
>Haxorus
>Heatmor
>Heracross
>Hitmonchan
>Hitmonlee
>Hitmontop
>Hydreigon
>Hypno

>>58209145
>Incineroar
>Infernape
>Inteleon
>Iron Hands
>Iron Jugulis
>Iron Thorns
>Iron Valiant
>Jynx
>Kabutops
>Kadabra
>Kangaskhan
>Kommo-o
>Krookodile
>Leavanny
>Lickilicky
>Lickitung
>Lombre
>Lopunny
>Lucario
>Ludicolo
>Lurantis
>Machamp
>Machoke
>Magmar
>Magmortar
>Medicham
>Meowscarada
>Mewtwo
>Mienshao
>Miltank
>Mr. Mime
>Mr. Rime
>Nidoking
>Nidoqueen
>Obstagoon
>Ogerpon
>Okidogi
>Oranguru
>Pangoro
>Passimian
>Pheromosa
>Pinsir
>Poliwrath
>Quagsire
>Quaquaval
>Quaxwell
>Rampardos
>Regice
>Regidrago
>Regieleki
>Regirock
>Registeel
>Rhydon
>Rillaboom
>Sawk
>Sceptile
>Scream Tail
>Seismitoad
>Shiftry
>Slaking
>Slowbro
>Slowking
>Smeargle
>Sneasler
>Snorlax
>Sudowoodo
>Swampert
>Tangrowth
>Throh
>Thundurus
>Toxicroak
>Toxtricity
>Tsareena
>Turtonator
>Tyranitar
>Ursaring
>Urshifu
>Vigoroth
>Vileplume
>Zangoose
>Zarude
>Zeraora
>Zoroark
>Zygarde

>>58160568 (OP)
>Decided open a random generator out of curiosity
>Got Charizard, specifically Mega-Charizard X
How does this work? Am i permanently stuck in Mega form or do i eventually revert back?

>>58209145
I'd say there's a lot more. Any pokemon with psychic abilities. A lot of four legged pokemon with grasping appendages may have trouble, but a bulbasaur or sylveon could also continue their life without too much adjustment, especially if they can lift themself up on their extra appendages.

>>58209295
I propose there is now a mega stone hidden somewhere in your house you simply can’t find. If you were to leave for an extended period of time (weeks?) it might eventually dissipate, but it would return when you come back.

>>58209295
You used the generator wrong. You can disable megas, legendaries, ect.

>>58209672
>without too much adjustment
Not being able to use a car, type, play video games the same way, even be able to cook...
Even with tentacles or feelers or whatever, you're in a world of trouble.

>>58209762
That's sounds funny.
>>58209790
I'll try again after i'm done with some irl stuff i need to do.

>>58209672
>>58209835
This speaks to an inherent problem with >>58209145 's list and indeed any potential list. At the end of the day, the standards for what "compatible with everyday life without too much adjustment" means AND which Pokemon can or cannot meet those standards are entirely arbitrary, and as such will vary from person to person.

Even looking at Lucario, the very centerpiece of these threads, you could easily argue that, judging by their anatomy, a Lucario shouldn't have opposable thumbs and thus shouldn't be able to function in human society. In the end, even though the premise of these threads is "Pokemon in the real world", you're still ultimately just making up your own rules for how this particular piece of fiction is going to work and going with that. And that's fine - that's how all fiction ultimately works. Again, what's important is to remain consistent once you've established something.

Hell, we never even talked about what the Pokemon actually look like in this setting. What's the art style of these stories? Is it like Detective Pikachu with slightly uncanny 3D Pokemon? Are these stories in the same art style in the Pokemon anime? Is it toons awkwardly super-imposed over live action like in Who Framed Roger Rabbit? Once again I think the answer is probably going to vary from person to person.

>>58209900
Is “Detective Pikachu but good” an aesthetic?

>>58209900
There are no visuals in these stories. Only imagery. It really doesn't matter what they look like, it's mostly in your head

It was unfair.
It was Illogical.
It was also exciting.
I knew what I was, yet I resented this fact.
Why this form? Why this... this lesser thing.
I should have been a YukimiBotamon or a Reremon and begin my growth to what would be a Godess on earth.
This transformation, this shift of reality that occurred instead, became the OTHER reality.

I look down again at my yellow fur, my large tail and emaciated form.
Of all things, even if it had to be THIS reality warp, why this form? Why not something more awesome like a legendary or everyone's favorite Charizard?
At least with that, I could be something badass.

When I woke up this morning and suddenly light was even more intense for me than normal. but even if I shut my eyes, I could see. It was like I could perceive the vibrational frequency of matter.
Everything was glowing and pulsing, especially my specially made gaming set it buzzed and hummed with a ghostly life force.
I could see electric current moving like rivers of light in the walls, and I could hear voices all around, some fient and simple, some loud and complex.

I wanted to sleep to let these senses dull into subconscious and be left to my own thoughts, but I had observations that had to be completed first.
I moved my body it was wobbly and unsure, as if it wasn't meant to move much, I shook my large head, but all that did was make all the colors of energy and stuff blur, if i dared open my eyes it was to a squint.
Anything else was like staring at a white screen in pitch black, utterly overwhelming.
I explored my new body more. It was like I had armadillo plates naturally growing like a suit of armor, and it was coated in short fine brown fur. My huge head and very diminished limbs were also coated in the same fine fur, but a bright yellow I had small fox like ears that could hear a pin drop.
I was already hypersensitive to stimuli, which is why I rarely left the apartment.
But this turned my autism to 11 billion.

I was very short, probably no more than 3 ft or very close to a meter if i stood on my skeletal legs, and this was from my unassuming 5ft 8 I once was.
My biggest feature besides this bulbus... gargantuan head was a thick tail that I couldn't wag or really move at all.
I knew what this thing holding my consciousness was.
And it enraged me.

I didn't hate the show or games. I just thought they were kid slop compared to my favorite franchise.
Though I did remember thinking the card game was neat as a kid.
And yet here I was, a thing called an Abra, a member of the Kanto region, sitting in a dimly lit apartment, my apartment.
Unchanged, an anomaly in familiar discarded take out and dirty clothes strewn room.
One night, I was sitting in bed thinking about how cool it would be to be a Tamer Kid.
Then I wake up, and my bed is 4x's it's normal size, and my brain feels like it's on fire.

More observation I tell myself, find out everything before I make my next move.
Am I biological? yep, I can feel lungs and heartbeat.
I have tactile senses still, though enhanced I can feel the movement of air on my short fur, my sense of smell is greater now.
and I guess I really have been living total goblin mode cause the smell of decaying food and soiled clothes was everywhere.
I'll take care of that later before it drives me even crazier.

Standing was difficult, but using that huge cumbersome limb stuck to my rear, I could sort of stay upright.
Next check, how biological was I.
Pinching my skin with my near bony fingers, i could feel pain, so I wasn't a machine in some bizarre conciseness. Okay, that checks out.

Next, could it be?
I wobbled to the grimy mirror I used to dress myself for the rare occasions I went outside. I bent over with a bit of difficulty and looked at the base of that huge tail.
Huh... what do you know still anatomical. And even more perplexing whatever changed me was nice enough to not make me Agender or switch it.

How curious, would that have been the same if I was a Biyomon or something.
Ah, get that out of your head. You are not going to be like that. It ain't going to be like that, I am what I am now, for whatever reason.

Standing upright again, I stumble like a toddler toward my tablet, news.
I need news.
Is it just me? If it is, what next? If not... well, that question was pretty much the same.

Turning on the device, now comically ovesized, was still easy, just the lock swipe. Immediately, social media.
A few swipes of memes and moronic gossip later and PAYDIRT.

A video of an event that happened about 7 hours ago. A woman was freaking out over a huge red dragonfly buzzing around.
what was the name of that thing again...
More swipes, eevees so many eevees pets suddenly changed.
So it wasn't just me.
More.

I was so excited my mind was buzzing I didn't even realize that I was swiping without even touching.
Oh yeah, I guess I can do that.
I'll practice later, I must see more.

A very popular video, literally hundreds of thousands of views.
A blue seal splashed in a kiddy pool, the kid in the recording talking to it, saying it was his sister.

Next video, another popular one.
A super shaky cam of a fight in some small town between a huge metallic looking kaiju and a blue anthropomorphic dog zipping around it. Now I knew what that one was. Hell, I think anyone my age knew a Lucario when they saw it. it won the fight, walks over to the camera, and snatched it away before the video ended.
He he too late doggy, that was livestreamed.
That was enough.

Pokemon are real now, I am one, they are everywhere.
I didn't wake up as a Tamer or even a Misumon.
So now what...?
My mind is awash in so much thought it's like my ADHD is on turbo.
Have to focus, have to meditate, like for real.


Tell me what you think.
Now that I am no longer thinking about death I'll see where I can go with this idea of an outsider thrown into this new world.

>>58188391
>>58188753
>>58188851
I think that making it take place in an unnamed city somewhere is fine enough, although what I had in mind at the moment isn't taking place in the same city as most of the other ongoing stories. I should have a bit more time to write stuff next week, so I was thinking of actually writing out a story around that whole ''guy gets turned into a Pokemon and STILL has to go to work on a daily basis'' idea that I had a while back. It's pretty nice thinking of things in that scenario. Even though I guess I should be really mindful about how much time has passed since the first case, because we are one month in at this point? I suppose I could mention before each part how many days or weeks it was after the first transformation or how many days or weeks it was before the present day of the other stories, considering that quite a lot has happened in said month.

>>58207631

>"Wait. I can't speak. How do you even hear me?" it asked in confusion.
>"You used telepathy on me. I heard your voice in my head when I woke up," you said.
>"What?" asked the noivern for clarification.
>You yourself were curious how telepathy worked and wanted to know if it was a controlled or passive thing.
>"Think about a number between 1 and 10, but try not to tell me, and don't say anything in the next 30 seconds," you told the creature.
>You didn't hear anything in your mind.
>"Did you hear it?" the noivern asked after a while.
>"No," you stated.
>The Noivern seemingly could control its ability to speak through telepathy.
>Even if the Noivern didn't tell you a number, you assumed that in those 30 seconds you'd hear anything from its thought process, but you didn't.
>Say, did you speak to yourself out loud before turning? You asked.
>"Okay, now you're starting to scare me," it replied.
>"I wanted to know how this telepathy thing works. It either worked by using your ability to speak, or you were able to not think for prolonged periods of time to hide it," you said.
>"Anyway. Do you want to stay in this shed, or do you maybe want to continue our conversation inside? It is surprisingly cold for this time of year." You said.
>The creature clearly didn't know how to approach your offer.
>"I don't trust you," the Noivern replied.
>"Fair, I pointed a gun at you after all. You are completely justified in not trusting me. But if you want any help in your current situation, then I'm very much willing to help." You turned around and started going towards your house.
>Possibly it didn't have contact with the outside world like the Salazzle. And the fact it wanted to escape into the wilderness for whatever reason.
>You thought to yourself that maybe it lost control to its instincts like the Salazzle when she ran up the wall, or maybe it was a calculated move to abandon the remaining shreds of its humanity.

>>58209878
I'm back and after making the adjustments i got Emboar. I suppose i can still go about my usual day without too much difference. The new hands will take some getting used to though.

>>58211071
>"Wait," said the creature.
>"How would you even help me?" it asked.
>"As of now I'd need to learn more about your situation to even begin to search for solutions. Each case is different to my knowledge, so there is no one-size-fits-all solution. But you >can trust me in the fact that you aren't my first encounter with the likes of you," you said.
>"If you can help me, then I'll come with you," said the creature in a defeated tone.
>As the two of you entered the house, you instinctively turned on the lights.
>"Please turn those off," said the noivern while covering its eyes with its wing.
>"Oh, sorry, my bad," you said while turning the lights back off.
>You knew that noiverns were more acclimated to dark environments and that light was making them more timid.
>It was a good thing to know in case.
>You led the Noivern to your kitchen to have a discussion.
>It jumped on a chair to be on the same eye level as you.
>"Tea, coffee, some snacks?" you offered.
>"No thanks," it replied.
>You poured water into the electric tea kettle, turned it on, and sat at the opposite side of the table from the Noivern.
>"So why did you want to escape into the wilds?"
>"Hunger and fear mostly. I had a week's worth of food at my house. Unfortunately, most of it was inedible for me, and the thought of eating those things made me physically recoil. I >ate some fruits, vegetables, and meat, but that wasn't really much. I tried suppressing my hunger with coffee, but that only made me throw up."
>"Didn't you try to contact any friends or family who could have helped you?" You asked.
>"I tried. But I couldn't open my phone because I put it in facial recognition mode and my PC is broken. It doesn't turn on anymore." it answered.
>"Rotten luck, huh?" you replied.
>The kettle turned off, so you went and poured yourself some tea.
>Your eyes jumped to the fruit bowl you had on the counter.
>You considered grabbing one or two pieces of fruit but instead just grabbed the entire thing.

Just bee yourself

>>58210827
>>58210840
>>58210853
A fun start! Thanks for writing and I hope you keep going.

>>58211071
>>58211216
3 in the morning?
Words in my head or no, I'd have let that one slide. Good for him.

>>58210898
Your story being entertaining is most important. Doesn't matter if it takes place on Day 1 or Day 1000, so long as it's fun.

>>58211567
Pesky.

>>58207124
>Eventually the sun will rise. I don't have much time.
>She's been hiding a lot from me. Being a starfish for one. But also whatever was happening on the news and who knows what else more.
>She might see the light in the living room, so I grab my laptop on my way to the kitchen and flip the light switch there.
>Nothing jumps out at me. It's still mostly as I remember it.
>Carolyn's favorite foods are still stocked.
>None of it's expired. She must have been buying them despite being unable to eat them.
>As for the food she was actually eating? Fish food.
>When she first started the "fad diet" she insisted she wasn't sick a lot for someone who looked perfectly healthy.
>Behind her illusion, she was probably having a lot of trouble finding something she could eat.
>I brought her a lot of strange items before she tried this brand and stuck with it.
>...I remember buying 2 kiddie pools too. Thought nothing of it at the time. She told me to so I couldn't refuse.
>One of them is probably in the living room. I should be more careful if I walk through there again.
>I open up my laptop.
>My hands are grippy somehow without fingers, so using the mouse is possible if strange.
>Conversely, the keyboard is painful to use.
>I try twisting my hand to touch one of my thorns to the keys, but eventually give up on that strategy.
>Holding a plastic fork and using the tip of it's handle to press keys works better.
>I spend hours checking news stories.
>Reading theories about why people turn into pokemon leaves me with more questions then I started with, but having experienced it myself, I'm sure she's as in the dark on what's happening as everyone else.
>People criticized the CDC for having less up to date information than Bulbapedia.
>Only one of them told me what a Starmie is and what it can do.

>>58211995
>A little bit of sunlight is leaking through the windows.
>I decide to check social media.
>No messages from any of my friends saying I was acting weird.
>One of them had a pet bird who had turned into a Natu.
>My account had made a reply. "Try to keep him out of trouble."
>I have no memory of making that post.
>I checked Carolyn's page too.
>You could only tell something's up if knew what to look for.
>Lots of variations in the heights photos were taken at. Probably because she was levitating the phone.
>Not much variety in the subjects. They're mostly photos of her plants, letting people know they're still alive.
>It seems she hasn't been outside, or at least hasn't been posting about it.
>She tried to convince people that she has been though. There's several old photos mixed in. I remember being there when they were taken.
>There are a few pictures of Carolyn and I together.
>When we still human.
>I let go of a weight I didn't know I had.
>What we had was real. At least in some way.
>That relief doesn't last long.
>Carolyn was kind. We trusted each other with everything.
>She hid that the world was turning upside down from me.
>She was controlling my mind every day, forcing me to ignore my exhaustion so she could play house with me.
>She didn't tell me she was a starfish.
>I don't know who she is now.

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>>58212001
Gahdang psychic types, you can’t trust them as far as you can throw them. Save me dark type mons!

Would

>>58182456
>”Honey, our son is delusional, he’s talking nonsense”
What now smart guy?

Considering that one guy was confused about who's stories were who's and we're now up to five concurrent stories all of a sudden? Yeah, I'm gonna go ahead and "fuck it, we ball" on the namefagging...

Continuing from >>58202779

>Well, you weren't freaking out.
>There was still another hole in the wall now, though.
>You were pulled away from pensively gazing at yourself by a rumbling stomach. The more things changed...
>You'd kind of sauntered heedlessly towards the kitchen, both pairs of arms outstretched and gaze languidly drifting between them.
>Your thoughts still came sluggishly, but you noticed how your eye was drawn almost inexorably to each upper arm.
>An opinion on at least one aspect of this situation was just starting to solidify when you noticed one of your hands had clipped something on a side table.
>You managed to reel back in time to prevent anything from crashing to the floor, but then you heard a distressing crunch and felt resistance against the opposite hand that quickly abated.
>Reluctantly, you turned.
>Sure enough, your hand was straight through the damn wall.
>Sighing, more out of sympathy for your poor, poor wallet than anything else, you retrieved the offending appendage and curled your hands in front of you as best you could the rest of the way.
>You handled getting a kitchen cupboard open gingerly.
>Having to do everything with two hands at once made things difficult.
>You managed it without breaking anything else, though.
>Then you got a bit ahead of yourself in your excitement at seeing the box of cereal.
>The cardboard crumpled under your grip. The bag exploded like Popeye's spinach and sent cereal in every direction.
>You could only grimace and flinch away, not wanting crumbs in your eyes.
>Why had everything in here been made so fragile?
>A Machamp would sure never build anything so sloppy!
>...what?
>You shook your head. Food first.

>>58214346
>Glancing awkwardly from side-to-side, you shrugged, then tilted your head back, lifted the half-ruined box over your head, and allowed whatever remained inside to pour into your wide open mouth.
>Might've still been a whole pound in there, but you held the whole lot in your mouth and chewed it like it was nothing.
>Your new face scrunched up a bit - it tasted like chemicals and stale cardboard.
>Well, more than usual.
>But it'd do for now. Barely.
>Milk. You needed it.
>You opened the fridge extremely, EXTREMELY carefully. If you damaged THAT there'd be Hell to pay.
>Getting the milk out wasn't TOO bad provided you employed utmost concentration, but getting the cap off felt like an exercise in theoretical physics.
>Probably why milk wound up dented, knocked over, and poured out over the counter.
>Probably why it wound up further poured all over the floor as you hastened to get the carton back upright and tip what remained down your throat before it was all wasted.
>Cold. Fresh. Only a mild bite of some sort of artificial sick.
>And then you slipped over on the milk and now soggy cereal covering the floor.
>It didn't really hurt, but by the time your world stopped spinning you noted that the back of your head WAS through one of the lower cupboard doors now, your head resting against a freshly dented saucepan.
>Great.
>It was at that point, starring up at the ceiling feeling VERY sorry for yourself indeed, that you came to a decision.
>You weren't moving until you figure out how to make each arm move on its own.
>All four arms lifted up in front of you and you starred at them.
>You considered them, every single inch of each positively rippling with newfound muscle.

>>58214358
>>58214358
>That half-formed thought from before finally solidified.
>You thought about what you looked like before... how you'd known your body to let you down on the job...
>Yeah, okay, the muscles were pretty epic.
>Being as clumsy and destructive as Dumbo on a bender? Not epic.
>Still, you couldn't help but wonder what they could REALLY do...
>But you were gonna have to get control over them first.

>>58208437
I'll catch up on this later. Thanks for updating.

>>58210853
The balance of analytical and distractible seems well-realized here. Also, they're a snobby elitist, as is only natural for a Digimon fan. Approved.

>>58211071
>>58211216
Unlike many of his real world peers, descalation is evidently something that has not passed copanon by. It'd be quite funny to see him become the town's de facto Pokemon whisperer in a REAL "I don't get paid enough for this shit" moment.

>>58211567
Dominate and bombinate. That's how I bee!

>>58211995
>>58212001
Love the creative use of Cacturne's anatomy. Poor fucker is going through it. Really looking forward to the inevitable confrontation.

>>58214358
Love the slapstick

Haven't been replying much since I don't have a lot to say but it's super cool we've got 5 stories rolling now. Keep it up!

>>58207541
>Eating a whole lemon would make you grimace less.
>Staring into the mirror, you sighed.
>You didn’t need to open your mouth to smell it.
>Sure, your diet was healthy.
>But you hadn’t taken your dental hygiene seriously since changing.
>Breathe in…
>Breathe out…
>You did it again, this time only using your mouth.
>Eugh…
>Yeah.
>Didn’t matter if this was a serious problem or just your better sense of smell going haywire.
>This was a problem.
>Hopefully, lucario had strong enamel.
>You pulled a cheek wide with a finger, looking further into your mouth.
>Your mouth smelled like a warzone.
>Bad enough to take your mind off your recent argument.
>Which was nice.
>Not so nice when it was all you thought about on your run was halitosis.
>Cats and dogs always seemed to have stronger teeth.
>And were unbothered.
>How much of that was them being unable say they had a terrible toothache?
>Time to start again.
>It took three tries to grab the brush.
>Your paw-hands weren’t ideal for this.
>Your “thumb” only bent so far inward.
>Not as opposable as it used to be.
>This was too small to grip that way.
>Sliding it between two digits kept it somewhat steady.
>But it was too loose.
>The brush slid through your fingers after an experimental tap on the counter.
>Maybe if you taped this to something sturdy, like a doorframe…
>Just rub your teeth over it, only moving your head…
>No, no, no…
>The thought was dehumanizing.
>Annoying as it was, you wrapped both paws around it.
>One on each side.
>This body made a lot of simple tasks awkward.
>This took the cake.
>It really made you feel like an uncoordinated child.
>Like holding a pencil in an ape-grip instead of the proper way you learned in kindergarten.
>C’mon, this had to work…
>Flossing was already out the window.
>Nudging the faucet on, you wet the bristles.
>No toothpaste yet.
>A test run first…
>Who knows, maybe you could clear away all that plaque.

>>58215619
>Parting your lips, you started at the front.
>Back and forth.
>Back and forth.
>Slow and steady, you went.
>The motion was supremely strange.
>This otherwise simple task was monumentally difficult and tired your arms.
>Smacking your lips, you brought your face closer to the mirror and inspected your pearly whites.
>It paid off, there was notably less gunk and they seemed a little cleaner.
>The next step disquieted you more than the act of grabbing the toothbrush.
>A lot of flavors disgusted you now.
>And this mint.
>This was a strong peppermint.
>Your sinuses cleared the instant the cap came off.
>Not unpleasant.
>But incredibly strong.
>Patting the tube, you gently squeezed a dollop out.
>It landed on the edge of the brush, then gravity pulled it to the counter.
>Sighing, you leaned down.
>After a moment of hesitation, you gave the toothpaste a lick.
>You nearly hurled.
>Coldness spread down your tongue, and the roof of your mouth felt like you’d bitten a snowball.
>Your eyes watered.
>Gripping the edge of the sink, you spit the gunk out.
>A cup of water would take too long.
>You stuck your mouth below the running water, lapping at the cool liquid and letting it rinse away what remained.
>You’d need a weaker mint.
>Or better yet, something else.
>They had berry toothpaste, right?
>Children toothpaste had flavors adult toothpaste didn’t have.
>This would, unfortunately, also mean going into a store where people were.
>And unchecked, rampant emotions filled the ether...
>The mint must do.
>A second attempt also missed the brush.
>You didn’t try a third.
>Gripping the toothbrush, you swiped it over the counter to scoop up the missed paste.
>Hardly sanitary, but this had already taken enough of your time.
>All you had to do was…
>Not think about it.
>You started brushing.
>The incisors at the front were already scrubbed.
>And the mint was kept away from your tongue, which you held back.
>Your longer canines and pre-molars were easier than you thought.

>>58215622
>Your cheek helped keep the brush from straying too far off course.
>Back and forth.
>Back and forth.
>But as you got to the molars, the mint bled to the insides.
>Your own saliva betrayed you.
>Tears welled up.
>It was barely a pea-sized amount, but the menthol was a mighty opponent.
>Breathing in through your nose got progressively more labored.
>It reminded you of a horror movie.
>Louder and more frantic as the torture continued.
>Opening wide, you brushed the tops and bottoms of your teeth.
>Thankfully, the pointed ones didn’t need much.
>Were you in public, you’d be put down for fear of rabies.
>By this point, white foam leaked from your mouth.
>Flecks of toothpaste and pokémon spit splattered onto the mirror.
>You tried brushing your tongue, but cried uncle.
>It was a good fight.
>A good training session.
>You’d get further tomorrow.
>At long last, you could spit and rinse.
>What a relief it was.
>Like getting that last rep or finishing the mile in gym class.
>Only now could you challenge a worthy opponent.
>…
>You held the mouthwash in for nearly three seconds.

>>58215491
Don't be afraid to leave a positive comment on art or stories. Content on 4chan lives and dies with (you)s.

>>58214346
>>58214358
>>58214411
Milk is good for those gains!

>>58211995
>>58212001
What a freaky situation.
The way starfish eat is really cool.
But freaky.

>>58209900
I get what you're saying, but you're also overthinking it a bit. Guess they look as pleasant or uncanny as your mind wants them to.

'Who Framed Roger Rabbit?' would be a good style for a Pokemon movie though. I'd fund that.

>>58215655
What a coincidence, they checked out my cat's teeth at the vet today. They do make chicken flavored toothpaste, if shopping at a pet store isn't too demeaning...

>>58215840
lol I bet your cat loved that

>>58211216
>"Here, eat," you offered your entire fruit bowl to the Noivern.
>It looked confused but thankfully not like it was on the brink of starvation.
>"Thank you," it said before starting to eat.
>The Noivern must have been starving, as it devoured the fruit more like an animal than a human.
>You started doing math in your head about how much food a Noivern would need.
>Flying is very energy intensive, so a Noivern must have a very demanding metabolism by default.
>And considering this one didn't have the best landing in your backyard, it was either tired, weakened, or very new to flying.
>The fact that it even tried to suppress hunger with coffee told you that it most likely ran out of edible food very early on.
>You continued sipping tea from your cup while observing the creature eat.
>Not much was really left in the bowl beyond some apple cores and banana peels.
>"Thank you again," said the creature after finishing its 3 in the morning snack.
>"No problem," you replied.
>"Now who are you?" you asked?
>The question seemed to have hit a nerve, as the relatively calm Pokemon became agitated.
>"Who am I? I have a better question. Who the hell are you?! You pointed a gun at me, psychologically profiled me, and told me to play along with your telepathy experiment. What do you >want from me?!" Said the noivern while taking a more defensive posture.
>"If you want to know, I'm a police officer who wants to help you," you said calmly while sipping tea while feeling your heart rate increase.
>"Bullshit. You want to sell me off to the feds," it said angrily.
>"And your proof being?" you said while your eyes wandered over to your taser and gun.
>"I can hear your heart racing like your entire plan just unraveled and you are trying to salvage the situation. Do you think I'm stupid?!" said the Noivern with venom in its tone.

Fictional answer: So do I call you a literal bitch now or..?
Real answer: Who the hell are you? I don't have a wife.

>>58217917
>You had to deescalate the situation on the spot.
>It had a hard time trusting you, and if you didn't do anything now, it could end badly for one or both of you.
>"You are misconstruing my intentions here," you said calmly.
>"Yeah, it is me who isn't open about their intentions here. You are the one cowering in fear, not me," replied the Noivern in a mocking tone.
>"If I wanted to shoot you, I'd have done it when you were in the shed. If I wanted you alive, I'd use my taser. My heart is not beating because my "master plan" has gone up in smoke. It is beating because you are inherently dangerous, and you are behaving aggressively towards me," you said in a more authoritative manner.
>You were considering using a taser but remembered that light is capable of calming Noiverns down.
>With a quick move of your hand, you turned the light back on.
>The Noivern recoiled and hid its head beneath its wing.
>"Do you understand that?" You asked the now terrified creature.
>"Y-Yes. I-I understand," said the Noivern in a submissive way.
>"Now if you really want me to help you, you will cooperate; if not, feel free to fuck right off to your house or the nearest forest; the door is right there," you said in a tone meant to force cooperation.
>"P-Please. Help me, I-I don't want to die," said the creature with a tone close to bursting into tears.
>"I'm not going to sell you out, so please calm down and let me help you," you said calmly.
>"C-could you turn the lights back off?" the Noivern requested.
>"Fine. But if you pull another stunt like that, those lights are going to get turned on again. Understand?"
>"Y-Yes..."
>You didn't like how this encounter was going.
>The Noivern was flip-flopping between aggressive paranoia and fear of death depending on if the light was on or off.
>You had to try a different approach here.

>>58218640
>You decided to introduce yourself to the creature with hopes for it to maybe open up a bit.
>The noivern took its time to formulate a response.
>"My name is... Derek," it answered
>Well it is at least some progress.
>"Nice to meet you, Derek," you followed up.
>"Now what?" He asked.
>"Now I will need to ask you about why you flew away from your home." you said.
>"Didn't I answer that one already? I was afraid and hungry." he said with slight irritation.
>"Yes I know that, but I need to know the deeper reason." you replied.
>"Deeper reason?" he inquired.
>"Yes. What I mean is if that decision felt to you like your rational human mind told you to or if it was something more primal," you stated.
>"I don't exactly understand." he replied.
>"Ehh... I had a case with someone who turned into a Pokemon previously. Said individual behaved as human as possible but in moments of stress would act out in more like an animal would have acted," you brought up the case of the Salazzle as an example.
>"I get it now... But I'm not sure... It kind of feels like both were the case," he said while gathering his thoughts between the sentences.
>"What do you mean by that?" You asked him to explain.
>"I had the desire to escape somewhere, maybe fly to some friends or family members, but the back of my mind told me that the wilderness was a safer place. It made sense to me in a way. I didn't know I had telepathy at that point and didn't know if they would recognize me and not just call the police, feds, or whatever on me. The forest also seemed like the best way to get food, even if I didn't know how to forage for it or hunt. It felt... Instinctive yet at the same time logical." He said.

>>58215655
>You had it.
>You took a deep breath, drawing in the mossy and decaying scent.
>A soft wind blew through the forest.
>It hummed and whistled.
>Trees bobbed and grasses waved in congratulations.
>Finally, the ‘aha’ moment.
>Your eureka.
>Knees dug into the soft earth further.
>Bracing your left arm on the ground, you bent lower.
>What did this look like?
>What would others see?
>With your right paw above a tiny sapling, you did it again.
>Weeks of practice bore fruit.
>You found the muscle.
>The invisible, wraithlike force you controlled consciously and unconsciously.
>It twitched.
>You made it do so.
>And asked it to do so.
>Without thinking, it did so.
>Lavender glowed beneath your paw, drawing up energies only the faithful believed in.
>The sapling went crooked.
>Slowly, its leaves were too great to bear.
>The healthy green faded to browns and yellows.
>You felt it flow like a liquid through a straw.
>From the tips of its roots, life flowed to your paw-hand.
>It danced and mixed with your own vibrant aura.
>To anyone else, they would see the incredible pulses of eldritch energy.
>The lavender inferno of life.
>But more happened beneath.
>And only you were privy to see it.
>Strings of the sapling’s creation weaved through your fingers.
>It was not there willingly, but it bore no grudge.
>A higher being willed it so.
>What place did it have demanding favors of you?
>But the desire to return was strong.
>The sapling was surviving beneath the canopy.
>It was a hard fight.
>Scraps of light were fought for.
>Its parents above dominated the skyline, taking nearly all sustenance.
>This was a feisty spirit.
>It wanted to win.
>To live.
>Relaxing, the aura flowed back to its source.
>As all aura desired.
>You let it go.
>A small shockwave rolled down the sapling, and over the grasses nearby.
>Balance was restored.

>>58219331
>The little aura you released came back to rest with its master.
>The sapling was restored.
>The healthy green was back, and it once again stood tall and defiant.
>It was one among many other small shrubs and saplings.
>But this one had a chance.
>It was lucky.
>Chosen, like you were.
>Blessed by the luck of fate.
>You gathered rich soil nearby, scooping it around the base of the sapling.
>A thank you for being such a wonderful teacher.
>For letting you understand yourself.
>It would survive the coming winter, you were sure.
>Gasping, you looked down at your arm.
>Something…
>You wouldn’t have noticed it had you not been lucario.
>It leapt on you.
>Brown, it camouflaged itself among the dirt.
>Pouncing on the unaware.
>Truly dishonorable.
>A disgusting, vile parasite.
>It stood out on your blue arm.
>It clung to the top of a hair.
>A tick.
>The instinct to flick it away was strong.
>But this was a time of learning.
>Bringing your paw over it, you flexed the invisible muscle.
>This was simple creature too.
>But one was destined to a life of destruction.
>Its motives were survival, like any other being.
>Its methods were abhorrent.
>And it was too simple to understand why.
>It thought you were food.
>Nothing more.
>The more energy you drew, the slower the arachnid got.
>Soon, it held its grip no more, and it fell from your arm.
>It bounced on the ground, completely devoid of movement.
>In the swirling miasma of your palm, the soul of the tick spasmed and lashed out.
>For minutes you stared, enraptured by the theatrical display.
>Where the sapling showed acceptance, this demanded freedom.
>You did not grant it.
>Perhaps a stronger aura could break free.
>There was never a chance here.
>It did not comprehend, nor did it care to.
>It knew to feed and mate.
>Not this season, you decided.
>Never again.

>>58219340
>Without its soul, the body withered.
>Squatting, you saw the body kick its last.
>Not because of any life, but because it was the throes of death.
>Chemical reactions and dying cells already set in.
>Curling its legs together as it lay on its back.
>The aura stopped.
>It knew.
>With no home left, the spirit lost all will to fight.
>It fell from your fingers.
>Ash upon the wind.
>It scattered.
>Never again would such a combination of life come together.
>Into the earth it seeped.
>And from the dust, it would come back in a thousand different ways.
>After checking for more ticks, you set for home.
>Aura was a powerful tool.
>You felt honored to be trusted with it.

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>>58218944
Hard to let your guard down around a psychic, for sure. Keep it up, fellow writefag!

>>58215840
What kind of cat?

>>58219346
>>58219340
>>58219331
Do you believe in a higher source of life?
That we are not just random chemistry wanting to self propagate?

>>58219405
Yes, I believe in God.
Either that, or we're in a simulation in God's computer.

>>58219418
Neither of those spell good things for us.
You know that right?

>>58216943
She took it like a champ until the vet tried to open her mouth all the way up. Fun fact: cats' heads are so small that a tooth infection can make them sneeze. That's not what's happening to mine though, she just has allergies.
>>58218944
It's gotta be tough to suddenly have your mental state be so tied up in normal physical stimulus. Hope copanon has a dimmer switch.
>>58219331
This is a really cool description of how aura feels to manipulate. The tactile feeling of all the magic stuff is tough for me to get my head around.
>>58219346
Russian blue/shorthair mix.

>Wake up as Vanillish
>Nearly die because I’m melting

>>58214411
>You sat there for hours, maybe days.
>Okay, it probably wasn't that long, but it sure felt like it.
>Maybe your old body had been down with sitting still, but this one wanted to move, to act... to LIFT...
>Although it didn't help that you spent as much time starring at your new muscles as you spent figuring out how to make the arms move independently.
>It felt narcissistic and it kind of contradicted your newfound desire to be in motion, but it was hard not to admire yourself compared to what you were before.
>There was something oddly natural about it - preening felt somehow intrinsic, like food or sleep.
>And all that while stewing in failure and slowly spoiling milk - you could only imagine how much more you'd enjoy it in actually GOOD circumstances.
>Anyway, it turned out the problem with your new arms was kind of the opposite of phantom limb.
>At first, your brain was only really registering your lower arms and the new upper ones were just along for the ride.
>It took intense, conscious effort to begin to change that.
>Starring intently at your upper right hand, you must have flexed and unflexed the fingers in perfect unison with the lower dozens of times before you saw even the slightest, nigh-imperceptible desynchronization.
>Only sheer need... maybe even full-blown desperation... had kept you going that long, but like everything, the first step was the hardest.
>With each desynchronized motion, the lower arm lagged the upper arm's movement more and more. Almost unconsciously, your focus began to drift. To split.
>Your lower arm moved in the opposite direction to the upper.
>You tried it with your left arms.
>It only took one dozen tries this time.
>You wiggled the fingers like Baymax.
>You made finger guns and made your four hands shoot at each other.
>It was like a snowball rolling downhill, every success at integrating these new appendages building momentum.

>>58221255
>Things shifted at some point. Clicked.
>Right around the time you were able to make the upper hand punch the palm of the lower hand on the opposite side.
>Almost like these "new" limbs had, in fact, always been there.
>Well, they HAD always been there.
>...umm, no?
>You shook your head.
>Alright, you couldn't stay here anymore - inaction was messing with your head.
>Or at least that's what you told yourself.
>You made to find your enormous, two-toed feet.
>Ironically, your improved but imperfect control over your arms actually made this more difficult.
>Having to adjust for the subtle shifts in your center of gravity from all four limbs moving independently of each other, plus the slippery floor, saw you spill forwards.
>You didn't shatter the countertop upon slamming all four of your hands into it, but you were quite sure that wasn't GOOD for it.
>It was a bit of a fight to get back to the bathroom while staying upright.
>You almost crashed into something again when you got distracted tilting your upper right forearm up and down, watching the muscles flex instead of where you were going.
>But you made it back in front of the mirror without further incident.
>You saw yourself for the first time.
>Not merely seeing, or tentatively accepting, but actually LOOKING.
>Actually admiring.
>Every inch of swole, toned frame.
>Every subtle movement of cut, perfect muscle.
>You couldn't help it - you flexed all four of your biceps.
>A rush like you'd never felt before.
>Not just confidence, but radiating power - an inner light that made you somehow weightless and yet immovable at the same time.
>Like you could punch through a wall.
>No, a mountain!

>>58221264
>Already intoxicated by this feeling, you tried something more advanced.
>You swung your lower arms down, making the fists meet in front of your abdomen, and stretched your upper arms far above your head at the same time, one upper hand grabbing the other upper arm's wrist.
>It wasn't truly at the same time - you sort of had to awkwardly will one action and then the other right after.
>Still getting used to this.
>The effect was the same though - that feeling of inner power shining even stronger, bathing you in the warmth of something you'd never felt before - complete and total self-assurance.
>Wait, no, you'd totally felt this before!
>...no you hadn't.
>Whatever. You turned sideways a bit and curled your lower arm tight in front of yourself.
>You gave yourself a smug wink.
>Oooh, you LIKED that...
>The only reason you stopped wasn't out of any fear that things might be getting TOO narcissistic, but because of a sudden, intractable revelation - something you couldn't THINK of resisting because every fibre of your new being was screaming it at you.
"I'e GOH-A 'ehh umunn a-oww kih!"
>The revelation that you couldn't make half the sounds the English language with this beak-like mouth (in hindsight that definitely hadn't helped the milk situation either) came at the exact same time you unthinkingly hammered your fists on the vanity in your excitement and the throes of a decision made, the tremendous bang of something giving way the thing to shake you from your self-aggrandizing stupor and actually bring you back to reality.
>Your reaction both to the linguistic revelation and to the massive crack now running through the vanity top (fortunately, the basin itself appeared as if it would still run and hold water. Small victories) was one and the same...
>Well, THAT wasn't good...

Cookie if anyone can figure out what bro was TRYING to say.

>>58221276
”Ive gotta head into work”?

>>58221309
Not quite.

>>58208437
Having since caught up, the way Ben is having a much harder time resolving the human and the Pokemon into a cohesive whole than anybody else is fascinating, and hard to read in a good way. Certainly nothing like the silky-smooth transition you get from bipedal humanoid to tiny quadrupedal starter in Mystery Dungeon proper. Part of it might be that complacency again, maybe even a degree of denial he hasn't confronted yet. The starvation probably isn't helping either. Now that he's been forced to (literally) learn the first thing about being a Pokemon, and actually take some action, one hopes he may find a way to take proper control over the "zone" and not have to resort to this clearly flawed instinctual auto-pilot he's been relying on.

There was a Mystery Dungeon supplement for Pokerole that saw you having to balance your Instinct against your Logic. If your Logic ever reached zero, your human personality would be subsumed, leaving only the original Pokemon in its place, but increasing your Instinct at the cost of Logic would allow you to unlock incredible, day-saving levels of power. That kinda feels like where bro's headspace is at right now.

The thing is, though, this was a terrible supplement because that is manifestly NOT how getting stronger as a Pokemon works at all. For a Pokemon to become truly strong takes intense training and dedication - less a werewolf-like atavism and more akin to eastern cultivation if anything. We've also seen instances of even the most naturally exceptional Pokemon failing to reach their full potential due to a lack of that dedication (looking at you Ash's Charizard), often manifesting in the games as an insufficient bond between trainer and Pokemon (Blue, Silver, Colress, etc.). So if Ben truly makes a go of this, he's going to have to find it within himself to cultivate mastery, as letting the instincts run as they may can only ever take him so far.

>>58218944
Copanon is a credit to the badge. From what we're getting, I don't think Derek is THAT dangerous - he just needs an environment where the lighting is low enough to be comfortable but high enough to keep his instincts from running away with him. Then he can learn to take charge over his Pokemon form in peace. Copanon might be looking at a new roommate for a little while...

>>58219331
>>58219340
>>58219346
>>58219405
This is certainly quite different from my conception of aura - I've never considered that a Lucario would be able to suck out an enemy's soul through his urethra - but it's definitely very interesting. Considering gods, souls, ghosts, the afterlife, and other such tomfoolery are all objective, measurable facts in Pokemon's universe, understanding a Pokemon's abilities through a religious lens really isn't much of a stretch - I'm just hoping protag's little "a god am I" moment here doesn't wind up leading to problems later. Try to follow regular Superman's example and not Injustice Superman's - granted that might be harder with protag getting estranged from his parents.

Please help I've been trying to stop fapping to Lucario bitches but my brain just keeps going back to her

>>58221435
Have you tried fapping to boy Lucarios for a change?

>>58221264
Is this achievable natty? being this happy with your own physique

>>58221454
It's already bad enough that I seem to be turning into a furry anon, I don't want to become SonicFox

I’m all out of thread bumping images

>>58222263
Weak.

>>58222282
SFW implied_tf is hard to come by.

>>58218944
>You decided to relocate to the living room, as that place had some lamps that could have their brightness adjusted.
>"Is this ok?" you asked the Noivern, trying to find the brightness sweet spot.
>"Y-Yes... This is fine..." he replied.
>"Ok. I think you should fly back home. I'm going to drive to your home during job hours and try to help with your PC and/or phone," you suggested.
>"That might be a problem..." Derek said.
>"Why?" you inquired.
>"I-I'm afraid of heights..." he replied, ashamed.
>"But you flew here," you said in a confused tone.
>"Yes, b-but..." he stuttered out.
>"But?" you inquired further.
>"I-I don't know how I did it... It felt like I wasn't in control when I flew. When I regained my grasp on the situation, I crash-landed in your backyard. In a way it felt like breathing. You don't think about doing it until you do think about it, and then you are breathing manually," he said, trying to capture the feeling.
>You were curious how it worked on a psychological level.
>It seemed that the human and pokemon parts of him were interacting with each other.
>You remembered watching a YouTube video about separating brain hemispheres and how people acted afterward.
>Maybe this was something similar?
>You didn't really know how, as you were neither a psychologist, psychiatrist, nor neurologist, and all of this was way above your pay grade.
>On the side, you wanted to slap Derek for making you breathe manually.
>"Do you think you could try flying again?"
>"I don't know if I could do it."
>"Fine then. You can stay here for the rest of the night. I'm going to drive you to your house then." you said.
>"Can't you drive me there now?" he asked, confused about the entire ordeal.
>"You seem to have a house with a garage, so I assumed you have a car." he followed up.
>"Well, I do have a car, but it is temporarily... unavailable," you said.
>"Like broken?" He asked.
>"More like the driveway is blocked by a Snorlax," you replied.

>>58219838
Glad you like it!

>>58221420
What's your conception of aura? Anything you'd recommend I touch on or think about?
What I wrote came (sorta) from the Lucario movie finale. Doctor Lucario performs an emergency aura transfusion on Mew to save it and the big tree, at the cost of giving his own life.
Having it work the other way, taking aura away and using it to amplify attacks, felt like an appropriate offensive use. Pulling it out like a vampire (temporarily, for less than a second) to send it back at the opponent.

>>58222263
Use whatever images you have and write a fun sentence to go along with it!

>>58223027
>"What is a Snorlax?" the Noivern asked, not knowing what to think.
>You opened the door and shined a light on the place where the Snorlax was located.
>The noivern followed you and stuck his head out of the door to look at the creature.
>As expected, the Snorlax was still there.
>Sleeping.
>Digesting.
>Blocking your driveway.
>The confused Noivern backed off from the giant mountain of lard back into the confines of your house.
>"Relax. Despite how it looks, it is harmless," you said.
>"How long has that thing been there?" he asked.
>"Since the Aggron attack a few days ago," you replied.
>You closed the door behind you, behind lock and key, and returned to the discussion.
>"So. I'm staying here?" asked Derek.
>"For a couple of hours, yes," you replied.
>"If you want to go to sleep, feel free to take the couch. I also have a set of pull-up bars in the doorway so you could hang off of them," you continued.
>"Why would I hang off of them?" he asked, confused.
>"I don't know. You look particularly bat-like, so I assumed you might like sleeping upside down," you answered.
>"Okay..." he replied in a way that was like you were trying to insult him, but he wasn't sure.
>"Anyway, there is the toilet if you need it. I assume you still know how to make use of it," you said while pointing with your finger to the toilet door.
>"Are you going to go to sleep as well?" he asked.
>"No. My shift starts in, like, 3 hours, and I can't really fall asleep after this whole ordeal. I'm going to probably waste time watching some movie or playing some games. At least I've got an excuse," you stated.
>"Ever since I turned, my sleep schedule has been inverted. Sleeping during the day and wide awake during the night. And as of now I'm not really that sleepy," he stated.
>"Anyway, I'm going to watch a movie. Time for that streaming subscription to finally pay off. I've beenonlywatching news chanels lately."
>"If you want, feel free to join," you offered.

>>58221276
I've gotta let them know about this!
Poor SuperMachoHouse. At least once he gets it under control he's got a superhuman physique to look forward to.
>>58221366
From the start I wanted this to be a story about survival, but I worry sometimes I'm veering too close to misery porn with poor Ben. I'm glad you still like reading it.
>one hopes he may find a way to take proper control over the "zone" and not have to resort to this clearly flawed instinctual auto-pilot he's been relying on.
I promise this is gonna happen but it's gonna take a little bit longer.
>werewolf-like atavism
I'm thinking the zone less like him going feral and more like him going Pokemon. Letting the parts of his mind that make Machamp think he always had four arms or Lucario think he had a pack take over (or the part of Derek that just let him fly). Maybe I should make that part of him more talkative.
>>58223167
Noivern sleeping upside down from an exercise bar is a funny image.

If you can’t imagine a pokemon doing your job in a sufficiently modern PMD universe, you have a bullshit job.

>>58223544
I can't imagine a person doing my job; I already knew it was bullshit!

New story? One-off post? My stealth blog? Hoo knows…
>oh god, they’re going to call you the pokemon professor
>it didn’t help you just happened to end up as a grass type too so they could make tree puns
>the start of a new school year always brings in new concerns but the world has certainly changed since last spring
>there were lots of dumb names for it used on the news, everything from fictionalization to pokegeddon, but nothing ever stuck
>lots of people, wildlife and livestock were turning into pokemon
>as fantastical as it was for the first couple months, it also became inexplicably boring
>if it didn’t hit you or someone you knew, life was basically exactly the same
>there were concerns at first about whether it was contagious or infectious somehow
>this is where being a professor at a research university had its advantages
>when you woke up as a gangly owl person after graduation ceremonies had wrapped up, you immediately confided in your colleagues in the biology departments
>immediately being, as soon as you could figure out the logistics of a beak and your vocal chords
>even now, your speech is a little whistle-click-y but you swear it’s more intelligible than the average indian youtube tutorial your students used
>you were good enough friends for the research team to keep the change a secret for a while
>you weren’t the first case ever reported, but as the first one in the city, you did represent a major opportunity for them
>all the talk of antibodies, epigenetics, contact-tracing, and epidemiology went over your head
>but as a mathematician, you could appreciate when the statistics said you were an outlier
>you also really appreciated the confirmation that you wouldn’t spread it to anyone else
>when they published their study on the possibility of transmission, no one knew you were represented as Test Subject C