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Writer's Guild / Saria's Walk
« on: November 04, 2019, 06:50:23 PM »
Here is another new story, one that I also wrote during my vacation in California (specifically the extended part of it), but now going to post it. Why did it take me so long? I honestly forgot about it and only just remembered it. ^.|.^;;;

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my story. =)


A huff of wind flew by, brushing a white and black Pokémon’s fur, as said Pokémon walked towards a city on her four legs. Her ruff felt an unusual tightness with a green scarf tied around her neck, with it holding onto a silver Pokéball with golden wings that had a green A engraved onto it. Her face, feline in designed, looked towards the city with yellow eyes as her long black claws clicked against the road to it.

She gave out a toothy grin as she wagged her scythe-like tail, and her single crescent horn hung by the side of her head. On the other side of her head hung beside one of her eyes was a bit of turf as if it was hair as the black oval, adorned on her forehead, glimmered in the winter’s sunlight.

Saria walked forward, as large as any Absol were, as her eyes looked down at the scarf, a gift from a friend of hers who also made one for her love. Her heart swelled at the thought of him as she reached the edge of the city, the road ahead empty of any humans and anthros.

Such a fantastic sight this city would’ve been in its prime. The buildings, as tall as 700 feet, scraped their way into the sky with the glass on them, reflecting as bright as the stars in the night. At the heart of the city stood a building, the tallest of them all at 2,000 feet tall, being so large and spacious that it could be considered a town within a city. Founded over two hundred years ago, this city’s leaders fifty years ago made a decades-long plan ending with that mega-building to make it the prime jewel of the country. Heck, the mega-skyscraper was so big that it could house the entire population of the capital. It impressed the country’s leaders to the point that there was serious consideration twenty years ago that the capital and all that entails moved to said megabuilding.

Such an amazing feat of construction. Such a shame that it had to be all for nothing.

The green A on her badge glowed as the Absol grew, with the unusual tightness around her neck released. Her height, once nearly four feet tall, doubled to eight feet within one second and doubled again to sixteen feet in another second. Soon, she sat down at an impressive twenty feet tall, with the nearby cars hopping and honking in response from the sudden quake.

“Oh, this is the best part of what I do,” Saria said in a singsong tone. “But why take it fast when I can just show-off?”

She wagged her tail before she walked into the city, her claws ripping the ground by a simple placement of a paw. Her tail swung in one direction, cutting and breaking through steel and glass in the process as her yellow eyes looked down at an old car that would have hold six anthros. She placed one of her paws on it, which only covered the roof of it, and grew again. The car groaned from the sudden weight, which worsens with each passing second until her paw encompassed the entire vehicle. She then curled her paw up, crunching the old car into a ball of plastic and steel, with the glass and the mirror shattering and the wheels exploding.

The Absol giggled to herself. “I wish I could say that they should make them like they used to, but it’s pointless if abandoned cars always ended up like this one.”

She then uncurled her paw and pressed down with all of her weight. The ground broke beneath as the remains screeched and groaned until it became fused itself into the road. The Absol, closer to thirty-five feet now, walked forward, with her growing larger with every passing second. If anyone saw her grin, they would run away in terror if not from her growing form. Her tail swayed to the other side of the road and ripped through more glass and steel as she exited one lane and entered another.

A shadow covered Saria as she looked upwards and saw an extension of two buildings on the opposite side of the road connecting them under one roof. She rolled her eyes before she emitted a laugh. Then, with one of her paws, she picked up a dusty fire truck and flung it up to that extension. It collided, and the extension bucked upwards from the impact, with the truck ripping through to the other side. What remained of that truck continued its flight until it slammed against another building, with said building’s side breaking inward into a crater. As it did so, the extension split apart into two and fell in front of Saria, slicing through the glass on both sides.

She grinned at the carnage. “Who would’ve thought that building a city like this is a bad idea? So much for housing the capital then.”

Saria spun around, her height approaching fifty feet tall, and kicked back what remained of that extension. It flew upwards, breaking apart into ever smaller pieces, and piercing through what they impacted, no matter how thick the walls were. The building ahead, the one that the truck crashed against, groaned before collapsing. Dust covered the surrounding areas, with it reaching up to her neck, as the collapsing building knocked down a couple of nearby buildings, one of them reminded Saria of a rude gesture.

“That wasn’t a serious loss at all,” Saria said before she laughed, the windows wiggling and cracking from the soundwave. “I wish Daren would enjoy this. This is awesome!”

She spun around again and walked forward, the Absol reaching up to sixty feet in height. The ground gave away to the ever-growing Absol, with the sides of the buildings now becoming closer to her body. She leaned her head to the side and giggled as her horn ripped through a building side. She then turned down the road before she paused and looked down.

Ahead stood an anthro with ragged clothes as Saria frowned. The anthro cat stood there, frozen with eyes as wide as baseballs and with an extra-large backpack against his back. Saria walked forward to the anthro cat, and he came to life for a second before falling back on his rear. She then leaned down, and her giant yellow eye looked over the figure.

“I-it’s true,” the cat stammered out. “It’s really true—”

“Didn’t think to meet someone like me?” Saria said with a soft voice. “Are you alone, or are there more idiots like you?”

“U-um,” the cat said, his eyes averting away from the glaring eye. “There’s a couple of others by the other side of this dump. There’s nowhere else to go.”

“Do me a favor and try to contact them,” Saria said, laying down on the ground, crushing the nearby small car with her body. “I’m sure that they’re smarter than you.”

“Um, miss?”

“What are you waiting for? Contact them.”

More cars collapsed and crushed between the Absol’s body and the buildings.

“I-I can’t help but notice that you’re growing and—”

A huff of air blew at him with a force that flung him several feet away.

“I know little one. Get out while you can.”

The cat gulped before getting back up on his two feet before running down the middle of the road.

Saria gave out a heavy sigh before she stood back up. Such people, whether humans or anthros, always bothered her with their lack of common sense. Her coming was national news for weeks, and everyone should have listened. Such a waste of time since this meeting delayed her for a few minutes—

The building crunched on both sides of the Absol as she gave out a yelp. Her limbs pinned between her body and the cold, empty skyscrapers, hung down as she gritted her teeth. She looked down at the anthro cat, who paused for a few seconds to shout a few words. She only her part of his message but, from what little she heard, she guessed what it was as she frowned and growled at herself.

“I tried to warn you, miss!”

Saria’s paws flex as the buildings creaked and broke against her growing form, now at over a hundred feet. She looked upward and saw the tall buildings shining above her with reflected light. She shook her head before she pushed out with all four legs, the steel bending against her strength. The Absol gritted her teeth as buildings leaned back against her. Her ears heard a snap, and the buildings fell downwards. They smashed against other structures, shattering in a mixture of steel, plastic, and glass, as they collapsed down to the ground. Dust then climbed up, even higher than before with it, despite growing up to 120 feet, reaching up to her face.

She shook her fur of any remains as she looked forward to the main star of this city, the megabuilding. She looked at her sides, now too wide to be able to walk down the roads like this. If she was more massive than 175 feet tall, she could have, but she wished to save her main growing event for the end. An idea then formed into her head, and she gave a wide grin.

She looked at what remained of the skyscrapers and, seeing one still intact, dug her claws into it. It groaned, and creek as the Absol climbed up the 500 feet tall building. Debris fell with shredded steel and plastic as she rose to the top, the holes she implanted in the buildings growing broader and deeper as she got higher. Her eyes looked on at disdained at the spiral top of the building before she looked forward to the mega-building, which made her feel small despite being 200 feet tall.

The Absol then leaped off of that building and onto the next, sometimes as high as 600 feet and sometimes as low as 400 feet, yet the results were the same. All the buildings Saria leaped to and from broke down and collapsed under the force and weight of the growing Absol. She laughed with every leap, knocking down any ugly buildings she got her paws on.

Soon, an hour after she came into the city and begun her destruction, she stood in front of the mega-skyscraper, painted black like some sort of obelisk. Such were the arrogance of the anthros who build it, who felt that it was indestructible and a symbol of infinite possibilities. But they overpaid the price and suffered for it.

Saria grinned as she pressed her paws in the middle of the walls and ripped it opened with some difficulty. She shook her head before diving in headfirst into the wall. Glass shattered, plastic splintered, and steel buckled, and yet the 300 feet tall Absol dug in further. In time, the scythe-like tail was what could be seen by any remaining onlookers before it zoomed back in. The building’s hole, shaped like some gaping mouth, seemed to consume the giant Absol hole.

The ground then shook, light at first before even cars at the edge of the city hopped up and down. A massive roar echoed throughout the place, with the buildings’ glass nearest to it shattering from the force of it, as the mega-building’ walls ripped off bit by bit as if it was shedding them. A horn then burst through the very roof of the building, which housed dead trees and plants, and knocked them aside. Then Saria’s head ripped through and gave out a mighty laugh. Her growth quickened during this period as her tail pierced out from one of the megabuilding’s walls. Soon, the entire building collapsed downwards, and there stood, in its place, a 2,000 feet tall Absol.

She laughed again, which gave out a forceful echoed. “Alright. Time for the grand finale!”

The Absol closed her eyes, and her fast growth became even faster, with her paws knocking down any buildings in its path. She grinned and leaned upwards as her tail wagged down, knocking down several tall buildings at once. In time, Saria stood at 5,000 feet tall as she then opened her eyes. She then sat down with a massive force, and the shockwave and the earthquake knocked down any remaining buildings in this city.

Such a great city in its prime, but now nothing remained but dust.

Her ears then heard a beeping sound from her badge as she gazed down at it. She then pressed it and smiled.

“Hello, Daren.”

“Hey there, dear. Is the city destroyed? Was no one there when you did it?”

“Yup! Not even two bricks stood on top of each other now. As for the other question, I met one guy, and he mentioned others. I don’t know if they got out or not.”

“Oh, dear. I’ll see if I can get someone to locate anyone around. In any case, our mission is done, and the abandoned city is no more. I hope they’ll make a forest in its place.”

Saria tilted her head and gave a small shrug. Despite the mega-skyscraper construction and the high hopes that it would be the capital, it soon proved to cost the city far more than its worth. The citizens left in droves over the past two decades because of the increasingly high price levels that even buying a single chicken leg there cost a regular city a month’s rent. Because of the dwindling citizens' number, it was passed over, which only increased the rate of citizens leaving. The homeless soon outnumbered even the homeowners despite the increasing empty rooms to buildings. It got down to the point that the country’s government offered her and A-Ninetales loads of money to demolish the city, which she accepted.

“I don’t know. I personally hope that they’ll do it right next time. Or, if they fail again, I get to destroy it all over again,” Saria said.

“You really enjoy destroying stuff, my dear,” A-Ninetales said in a teasing voice. “In any case, time to head out.”

Saria nodded and stood up again, walking down to the east without leaving behind a single pawprint. This is the best part of being a macro, she thought as her eyes shined. The ability to showcase that there’s no such thing as indestructible.

One day, she hoped, there will be a planet that needs demolishing. And she hoped that she’ll be there when it happens.

Writer's Guild / Mewtaur and TwoMewtwo TF - A Midday Art Trade
« on: October 25, 2019, 05:22:14 PM »
This story took too long to make and post. I'm so sorry, Midday-Mew.

To explain, we planned out an art-trade so many years ago. It all began in (check Notes) October 29th, 2011-


Um, to be fair (to both Midday and myself), the original plan for both of our art-trades is far too ambitious for us to achieve. What he wished for me to write is TFing ten people into Pokémon by Midday's powers (the first choices being Umbreon, Glaceon, Vaporeon, Pikachu, Machamp, Lucario, Lopunny, Gallade, Gardevoir, and Misdreavus, all of them are anthro). While I initially wish for sprite animation and a sprite page, he asked for a story idea instead since he felt that he was too new at sprite animation at the time. I gave a couple of ideas (one of them explaining Ash's hybrid as a drackal since it was in part genetics) before we settled on a Mario to dragon TF, something that Midday felt needed to be a multichapter story.

This is where the fun began.

I admit that during that time, I was addictive to being a part of a site Crimsom Flag created by Virmir. Specifically, the chat, where I was there for nearly every day since 2012. That, combined with using a laptop as my computer, thus taking the CF conversation with me everywhere (even in college), I forgot to write it, preferring to chat. It doesn't help that I have some other stories I wished to write, and other people wanted me to write (like Jackal TF). And because it was initially a Halloween piece, I lost track of time until it got past Halloween 2012.

We had another chat (Midday has just posted the prologue to the Mario story), and we decided that he should have the Mario cast be TF victims. Except here's the other problem, this time on Midday's end. I can handle writing long stories that last several chapters, but he can't. Because of that, he gave up on it not too long afterward (though I still feel bad about not making much progress on my part)

As such, we agreed to downgrade it to me writing a Mewtaur and TwoMewtwo short story and him writing a Mario and Luigi fusing into a two-headed, four-armed dragon. So, you might be asking, why has it taken so long for me to write it?

We agreed on the downgrade in February 2014. If you recall on my two journals, I was working at Amazon at the time for night-shift, and it was a lousy writing place and a more miserable motivation place. To be fair to myself, I did wrote it (on a tablet at the time), but I didn't like how it was looking. As such, I planned to rewrite it, but I put it on the shelf for years, and we both kind of forgot about it. I said kind of since, a couple of years back, I did bring up the topic of said art-trade in a journal, where we afterward agreed to have him write a Fennekin TF poem while I complete the Mewtaur and TwoMewtwo story.

I was unsure since I was just hired by Safeway not too long afterward, but soon it proved to be a far superior writing spot, with me writing The Pokémon Prometheus story as a welcome back to myself. I then, using the text already written from the tablet and already ported onto my Dropbox, I wrote down a revision of the story. And it took several years, my old laptop dying from abuse, a new desktop computer, and a backup laptop dedicated to writing. And it was completed by Christmas time, 2018.

But wait, you may say. If it was completed back late into December last year, why are you just posting it this year when it's nearly Halloween?

Because I suck at grammar, which Midday, who is a dedicated editor, reminded me. If I knew I was going to be a writer back in middle and high school, I would pay more attention to English class.

He was kind enough to edit it for me, but it took a bunch of emotion pressure on him, which he only admitted to me back a few days ago. I felt terrible about it, especially since I wished to bring up the art-trade editing a while ago, but couldn't work up the courage to do so (though he doubted that he would've reacted that well if I did bring it up, which hasn't lessened how bad I felt). As a result, here is the story.

Jeez, this took longer to write than I thought.

In any case, enjoy it!

Here is the poem Midday wrote for me.


Jacob opened his mouth in utter shock at the glowing screen in front of him and his friend sitting next to him. His purple eyes stared at the motion images displayed on the TV, showcasing a vague-looking alien creature being blasted off a giant platform by a red-haired warrior. His hands gripped the black Nintendo Switch Pro Controller so tight that veins formed from under the skin as his teeth gritted, the red-haired warrior taunting as an explosion appeared from where the alien creature went and the green GAME flashed in the screen.

“Daniel!” Jacob said as he turned to his friend in an exaggerated yell. “That was a cheap move you pulled!”

“How was that cheap? You ran into Roy's charged attack!” Daniel replied in a playful tone as he relaxed back on the brown couch. “Not to mention that Mewtwo sucks.”

“Hey!” Jacob said, doing his best to keep it in a defiant voice yet he couldn't help but grin. “Mewtwo is the greatest of all Pokémon!”

“Last I heard,” Daniel said with a mischievous light in his pinkish eyes, “Rayquaza is. Or rather, Mega Rayquaza is.”

“Just because Mega Rayquaza can Mega Evolve without a Mega Stone doesn't make Mewtwo any less awesome,” Jacob said as he rolled his eyes. “Either way, shall we have another match?”

“Can't. Ran out of time,” Daniel said as he got up from the couch with his nimble fingers pressing on the home button on his Nintendo Switch controller. “I need to complete my calculus homework for tomorrow. You know how complex they are, even with a calculator.”

“Oh. Right,” Jacob said as his mind reflected on the college calculus course and how it took him all night with half a dozen of sodas to complete the assignments. If it wasn't for the fact that he needed to take it to progress with computer programming, he would've refunded it within the first week. “I guess this is goodbye for now.”

Daniel nodded as he pressed the power button on the Nintendo Switch, with it turning off and the TV screen glowed black. He then picked up a remote control and, with a press of a button, the TV turned off as well. While that was happening, Jacob had turned on the lights above them, illuminating them in a white light that showcased the green carpet below them and the blue walls to their sides. He then stuffed his controller to a close by blue-and-black backpack before zipping it up and slinging it on his back.

“See you tomorrow at college then,” Jacob said as he opened up the front door to Daniel's apartment.

“See you tomorrow as well,” Daniel said back before the door closed behind his friend.

Daniel sighed as he pulled out a mini-table from beside the couch and unfolded it, setting it in front of the couch. He then reached down into his own backpack, red and gray, and pulled out a two-inch thick book. He placed it on the mini-table with a slight thud and opened it up, with each page showing numbers that don't make sense even when put together as far as his mind can tell.

He examined each calculus problem, doing his best to see if he could, in time, figure out what they mean. But then he shook his head, feeling like his head was going to explode from pure numbers running through his head. Wouldn't it be great if there was an easy way to store such knowledge that could allow him to pull it out whenever he needed it and without forgetting it? Couldn't there be a way to collect such cognition without his brain frying itself? His head drooped as he pulled out his notebook and calculator from his backpack.


Jacob walked down the cracked sidewalk, his worn down white shoes kicking away the small rocks off the ground. His shirt, black aside from the Mewtwo on it, glowed in the night from the outlines. His blue shorts jangled with several coins in his right pocket as his purple eyes looked around at the surroundings.

It was a desolate place that was once a shopping market. Once there were thriving stores willing to sell out several items from groceries to video games, but now not a store was open. Even the two fast food restaurants were no longer running there. Jacob recalled the area with an almost magical aura in his memories, even though it was a mundane place until the stores began to close.

As he walked some more, he looked around and, seeing no one, decided to talk to himself to let out some steam.

“Yeesh, you've gotten worse in that game.”

“It's not my fault that the game just came out and I haven't practiced the last Super Smash Bros game.”

“Deny all you want. You still kept the Wii U and you still haven't touched it to prepare for those battles.”

“Because I had to do some homework, you idiot.”

“Which you always do at the last minute, like what you're doing now.”

“It's hard to decide when I want to do two different things at once.”

“Yeah. It's not like you can split yourself into two, so be more decisive!”

There would have been a response if Jacob had not heard a sound coming from a nearby alley between the empty stores and houses. He walked back and saw a figure there, hiding in the shadows, in their hand a black bag. Behind the figure was a locked huge trash bin, gathering dust from disuse, with a hand near the lock, holding what looked like some kind of rod. Despite his decent night sight, Jacob couldn't discern what the figure looked like because they were wearing what looked like a cloak over the head and back.

“Sir?” Jacob asked and the figure looked back. “Is there anything wrong? What's with the cloak?”

The figure pocketed the rod, and with surprising speed, sprinted down the alleyway.

“What?” Jacob said before he felt his legs running after the figure. “What's wrong? There's no need to run.”

Jacob wasn't sure if the figure heard him or not. All the figure seemed to care was that they'd been seen.

The figure tripped on a large rock, with them doing their best to suppress a yelp, Jacob noticed. They dropped the bag and half-ran/half-limped out of sight, but not before they dropped the cloak they were wearing. He got to the cloak and bag, with him wondering what the heck was going on. After all, it wasn't every day that someone did something secretive in this city, so secretive that they didn't want to be seen.

His hand brushed against the cloak and felt something ticklish from them. Jacob tilted his head to the side as he pulled out a smartphone and shone light over the cloak. He blinked, realizing that what was all over the cloak was some sort of fur.

“That's interesting,” Jacob remarked as his hand pressed against the bag and felt something soft from inside. He looked at the bag just as confused, and with a steady hand, opened it and aimed the phone's light inside of it. Inside was what looked like Pokémon plushies, but all of them were misshapen, like a Blaziken with four arms and a Garchomp with three tails and Salamence wings on its back. “Who would make these things?”

“Why not ask Daniel? I'm sure he'll be amused by all of these plush toys.”

“Good idea.” Jacob took a snapshot and texted it to Daniel. He also included a message that said: “Found this while walking home. Want 2 examine what more Frankenstein-like creations are in this bag?”

“I was joking, you idiot. You know that he wouldn't just skip out of homework just for a bunch of toys.”

“You may never be sure.” The phone beeped with a message from Daniel. “And he seems to be cool with it as well.”

“What?” The other side of Jacob paused. “Okay, if he's cool with it.”

“Okay,” Jacob said in a declaration-like voice, and picking up both cloak and bag, he walked out of the alleyway.


Not too long after Jacob left the alleyway, the figure stepped out of his hiding place within the shadows. It's amazing, he felt, on how being an apprentice to an amazing and unique store had taught him on hiding so he doesn't startle people.

But now, he realized, he had made a massive screw-up. Those Pokémon plushies weren't meant to be in anyone's hands, which was why this place was chosen: a rundown store center's trash bin where not even the people taking away the trash could get their hands on them.



Daniel leaned back, his arms crossed on his green Xenoblade shirt as his blue shoes tapped against the carpet. He had managed to complete a couple of tough calculus problems when he got a text from Jacob, showing him a bag filled with misshapen stuffed toys. It was a silly thing, he knew, to stop working on his homework when there was so much to do. He just had a soft spot for Pokémon toys, and a part of him loved to see them, even if they were a deformed mess.

The door reverberated a knocking noise in a pattern that Daniel knew was from Jacob. He smiled as he got up, uncrossed his arms, and went to the door. He reached down to the doorknob, turned it, and opened the door, with Jacob standing there at the other side.

“You just had to find a bag someone tried to throw out, didn't you?” Daniel asked as he let Jacob in.

“Sorry,” Jacob responded as he placed the bag in the middle of the room and the cloak on a couch. “Just that I had to see what was the big issue in trying to throw this away.”

Daniel took a quick look over the cloak. “Man, someone has a pet that sheds a lot.”

“I know,” Jacob said as he emptied the bag's contents. “Must've been from someone's pet cat or several of them. I only wish whoever it was stayed instead of being so secretive.”

Daniel grinned as he looked over the stuffed Pokémon toys below them, each one having parts grafted from another Pokémon or had an extra part from the same one, like a Raichu with five tails and a Buizel with three pairs of wings from a Swellow. It was amazing to see what insane creations someone with too much time on their hands created. Though some are of a more sadder sight.

“From the looks of it, someone tried to take apart a Pokémon so they could edit it, but gave up midway, leaving it a shredded mess,” Daniel said as he looked over a ripped apart Chimchar. “Who would do such a thing?”

“I have no idea,” Jacob answered as he looked over a torn Zorua, with stuffings falling out from it. His eyes then shined when he noticed a Mewtwo within the pile of Frankenstein's creations of Pokémon mismatches. He'd just stifled a chuckle when he saw that, from the waist up, the Mewtwo was split into two Mewtwo, like an attempt of it cloning itself from top to bottom and it gave up half of the way. He reached down and picked it up. “Haha. This is hilarious and adorable, isn't it?”

“Not really. More like it's just hilarious,” Daniel said with a slight shake of his head. Jacob gave an exaggerated glare at his friend as Daniel picked up another plush. “Now this is just adorable.”

Jacob looked at the plush Daniel was holding and smiled. It was a Mew, but it had an extra torso and pair of legs so that it looked like a centaur. A Mew taur, as it were. “That is ador-”

A shock coursed through Jacob's body, like a massive punch to the gut as he bent forward and clutched his stomach. He felt a burning sensation under his skin as if he was on fire as he fell down with a thud, dropping the plush.

Daniel looked at his friend while it happened, too shocked to even react. He dropped the plush and bent down to try to help Jacob, only to feel a shock himself throughout all of his nerves. He fell down not too far from Jacob, as he felt his chest involuntarily tighten, his breathing coarse.

As Jacob looked over his hands, his eyes widened in surprise, seeing four of his fingers on each hand fusing into two, with the tips on each along with the tips of his thumbs becoming larger than the rest. In fact, Jacob noted through the pain, they looked kinda ball-like now. He gritted his teeth as his feet felt tight, before they ripped apart the shoes they were trapped in. Like with his hands, his four smaller toes on each foot fused into two and, much like a cat's foot, his big toe moved upward on his feet until it was at the back end, by his inner ankle bone.

Daniel wiggled on the floor near the changing Jacob as he felt the clothes he was wearing become looser. He looked over himself with a quick eye and was shocked that he was shrinking in size. His feet slid off of his now too-small shoes as he flailed his arms, with them shortening in length at every point, in particular with his fingers which became nothing more than stubs, the pinkies and thumbs shrinking away. If that wasn't bizarre enough for him, his feet grew longer as four toes on each foot merged into two, leaving him with three identically-sized toes on each foot, pushing off the clinging socks from them, as his legs contracted in length to the point that his feet were longer and larger than what remained of his legs. Additionally, his “finger” and “toes” had lost their nails, which had melted away into skin.

Jacob gritted his teeth as he felt his skin change to purple, with his arms, head, chest, back, and legs growing a thin layer of light, almost-white lavender fuzz, while his belly and rear became a deeper purple but furless. He heard a rip from behind and blushed as he felt a massive, fleshy, furless purple tail grow out from his pants. He clung onto what remained of his shorts as some sort of tube grew out from between his shoulder blades, ripping through his shirt. It lengthened and curved into the back of his head, fusing with it, as his face lengthened into a muzzle. Yet worst of all was his hair falling out of his head—leaving just the light lavender fuzz behind—while his ears moved to the top of his head and extended upwards, reshaping themselves to resemble (without actually being) a pair of horns.

Daniel shrunk down more, with his room becoming more massive from his point of view, as he felt a tail growing. It grew long and thin, poking out of his clothes, as it thickened at the tip of it, as his skin grew a light-pink fine fuzz. He wiggled his arms to his face as his handpaws felt his face morph into a muzzle, much cuter than Jacob's fierce muzzle. His ears then moved up the sides of his head as they became more triangular, like a cat's ears. What's not like a cat's though, he felt, was 'shedding' all of his hair on his head until there was none. At least a cat kept most of their fur when they shedded.

Jacob looked over to his friend and saw him covered in very loose clothes when his bones cracked on his back. He gritted his teeth as his arms spread out, feeling like two trucks on both of his sides were pulling on his arms until he split into two. He then blinked as his vision changed with an unusual depth like he has three eyes instead of two. Then his head morphed and separated until he had two heads instead of one, with them tearing apart from each other from the neck.

The neck soon divided itself into two necks for each of their heads, with both heads looking at each other in shock. The changes continued with their torso splitting apart, each new torso sprouting a new arm on the inside, for a total of four arms, tearing up the shirt he was wearing to tatters, like they were becoming two Mewtwo instead of one. However, the change seemed to have given up when it got to their hips, with them now looking like the misshapen Mewtwo plush they were holding earlier.

Daniel pulled off the clothes he was wearing and looked at his weird-looking friend when his back popped as well. He looked down and saw that his torso was growing longer. He rubbed the lengthening torso with his little arms when he saw a pair of bulges forming at the middle of the torso. They grew longer and reformed themselves into an extra pair of hind legs as his back curved upwards so that he would stand upright on four legs instead of like a bug with six limbs. He looked over himself, his eyes as wide as dinner plates as he reached down to his new pair of legs and squeezed them with his handpaws, feeling the pressure he was applying. His torso and arms then grew slightly longer and larger, becoming anthro in proportion, but still small compared to that of a human, as his handpaws grew back the lost thumbs, but the digits remaining stubby and still without nails.

The pain they were having faded as they all sighed and stood up. Or rather, Jacob stood up since Daniel was squirming on the ground trying to stand up on all four. At least he was small rather than big or else, with all that wiggling and such, he could destroy the room they were in.

“Woah,” one of Jacob's heads, the right one, said. “This is amazing.”

“Are you freaking kidding me?” the other head said to the first. “This is horrible.”

JacobOne glared at JacobTwo. “What are you talking about?”

“Look at us!” JacobTwo said, yelling at JacobOne as Daniel below them tried to cover his ears. “We're freaks! We look like Siamese twins!”

“So? We're still Mewtwo,” JacobOne pointed out.

Daniel gritted his teeth as he felt his head swelling with thoughts from the surrounding area. How could the others ignore it?

“That doesn't make it better! That just makes it worse!”

The now JacobOne and JacobTwo screaming at each other doesn't make it any better.

“Maybe if you stop freaking out, you can see the benefit of being like this!”

The room shook with the TV vibrating and the couch giving out a low hop off of the ground. This is too much. Daniel felt himself slipping. If only they would shut up.

“You freaking idiot! What good is it to look like a failed attempt of another cloning of Mewtwo?!”

Screw it.

“Will you two just shut up already?!!” Daniel shouted with a psychic force that blasted the Two-Mewtwo off of their feet and into the wall. The Mew taur slammed his handpaws together as JacobOne's head slammed against JacobTwo's. He then gave out a sigh as the Two-Mewtwo fell onto the floor, both of them dazed. “Huff. Seriously, it's like dealing with a pair of children while dealing with a massive headache and-” he paused as he blinked. “Huh. The voices are gone now.”

“What voices?” JacobTwo asked, looking up.

“You didn't hear them with your telepathy?” Daniel asked in turn. “After all, we're both Psychic-types now.”

Both heads of Jacob were silent. Then JacobOne answered, “No, I didn't hear any voices.”

“We were too busy arguing,” JacobTwo added.

Daniel closed his eyes and focused his mind. He imagined a wall being built in front of him, brick by brick, until it was around him. The voices, he realized, could be filtered and blocked out with this method. And there was something more. “Yes, yes. Now I see.”

“See what?” both Jacobs asked.

“Answers to calculus questions,” David answered in an excited tone as his eyes shot open wide. “I can now see how they work with my mind.”

“You can?”

“But that's impossible.”

“You need something like a computer to figure them out or an excellent brain.”

“Yes. Which we,” JacobTwo stopped as his eyes widened. “Which we all now have.”

The Jacobs spread their four arms out as they floated up to the air while being covered in a blue psychic energy. Daniel smiled as he also spread his arms out and the Mew taur, engulfed in a pink light, also drifted in the air.

“Say, this is pretty awesome,” JacobTwo said with a grin.

“Told ya,” JacobOne said.

“Now that we're Pokémon, some of the most powerful ones around, what shall we do now?” Daniel asked both Jacobs. “I mean, it's not like we can go to our family like this.”

“That is a fair point,” JacobOne said as he rubbed his chin. He thought for a few seconds. “I suggest that we go out and travel the world.”

“I can't think of a better idea,” JacobTwo said with a shrug. “But where shall we go, though?”

“I always wanted to go to Japan,” Daniel said as he waved his tiny arms at the door and it swung itself open.

“Yes, that sounds cool.”

“Let's go then.”

The group flew out the door and into the night sky, with the stars shining down to the earth along with the full moon. The Jacobs spun around in the air as they flew higher, despite one of their heads looking green. They looked out to the west and floated to that direction with Daniel's long and thin tail wagging behind him. Whatever happens, they would be able to deal with it.


Back on the ground, a lone figure remained as he looked at the sky, observing Jacobs' and Daniel's shadows in the sky. He was close to the house they were in, so close that he wondered if they would've realized that he was there. But they hadn't noticed despite their psychic powers.

He took a step inside of the house, his pawsteps making padding sounds and his claws making clicking noises against the floor, as his long tail swept across behind him. His green eyes skimmed over the floor and saw what remained of the plushies. Then, putting on thick rubber gloves, he stuffed them all in the bag until every bit and piece of them, no matter how small, were contained. His tail then picked up the cloak and, putting it back on, the jackal ran out the door.

This wouldn't have happened, Luke thought, if he was able to stop them from getting the stuffed toys.

-----One Hour Ago-----

Luke sat back on a wooden chair as his eyes skimmed through the table screen. His handpaw swiped across the screen once in a while between writing down numbers, as his footpaw tapped against the floor. Reading through and adding together sales figures was boring, but he must start somewhere. Especially since he was the assistant of Mr. Undecim Medicus and his wonderful, technomagical shop.

Four weeks it had been since he'd been picked up by Mr. Medicus. Four weeks since he was transformed into an anthropomorphic jackal, having to relearn basic stuff like washing himself, since it was difficult to shampoo himself on every part of his body. Four weeks since he entered a new world he had never known before. A world filled with magic and technology fused together in harmony.

“This place was created by the Athru of long ago,” Mr. Medicus said to Luke during his tour of the shop, a shop that could go from one place to the next in an instant as long as there was an empty room that was larger on the inside. “At the core of this place is the power source that granted all of its ability, with its most impressive ability being traveling through time.”

“It can travel through time?” Luke asked in an incredulous voice.

“Yes, but only within a five-year period,” Mr. Medicus answered as he rubbed his hand against his black hair. “The power source, while hailed as unlimited because it's some sort of emulator for another, greater power, isn't powerful enough to grant full ability to travel through every point in time.”

“And you just happened to find this place?” Luke asked as he raised an eyebrow.

“More like it found me. You see, I'm not the first Mr. Medicus. In fact, the Mr. Medicus I was apprenticed to wasn't the first either. It was just a cool name we all upheld in order to protect this place from those who'll misuse its power,” Mr. Medicus explained as he showed Luke a rack filled with dragon rings of various types. “Not just because it has something akin to unlimited power, but because of its transformation capabilities. It's amazing how having an army of dragons will turn the tide of war.”

“And you wish that I'll be a ‘Mr. Medicus’ as well.”

“Sorta. But you don't have to be a Mr. Medicus if you don't want to.” Mr. Medicus gave a cheeky grin when he saw Luke's ears twitched as Luke tilted his head to the side. “It was also upheld until the time when we could find the proper owners of this shop, the Athru, and I met them. They allow me to still run the place since they don't have any need for anything here outside of what Alex, their technological genius, researches here from time to time. As a result, the promise was fulfilled and anyone afterwards could retain their own names.”

Luke stretched his back as his long tail swung behind him, brushing against the floor. His back popped as he shrugged his shoulders. He felt stiff, like he was a statue that just came to life and felt resistance in his joints when he tried to move. For something that only sold a few toys and rings each day, there was a surprising amount of sales figures to add together. Of course, it was because the figures had been neglected for a long time and he was given the job to play catch up.

He gritted his teeth as his claws clicked against the floor, doing his best to suppress a yawn. Maybe he could finish writing down the numbers tomorrow morning. But that would mean that he would push tonight's work to tomorrow's work and it does add up if he pushed tomorrow's work to the following day's work. No, it was better to just push forward and finish it up.

Still, if his body being stubborn about moving wasn't a big enough sign, nothing was. Maybe a ten minute break away from the work by walking would help him recover in body and mind, he hoped. He pushed his chair back in a quick motion with his tail and stood up on his digitigrade paws and walked out of the room.

He walked down the hallway, his resistance to the yawn receding as he opened up his canine jaw wide and yawned. Despite the fact that all he did was write numbers for several hours, he felt like he ran a hundred miles during that time. Still, it wasn't a boring job, since there's always a new transformation happening each day due to some random customer coming in for a product, as this place had every kind of ring and plushie imaginable.

And yet, he noted as his mind flashed back to yesterday, not all seemed to be sold.

“Sir?” Luke asked Mr. Medicus in a sheepish tone as the man in front of him turned around. “I looked at the sales figure and I noticed that, for the last few years, you haven't sold anything related to Pokémon with the exception of that custom one. Even then, that one was changed so heavily that you couldn't call it a Pokémon anymore.”

“I'm afraid that I do not know what you're talking about,” Mr. Medicus answered as he waved his hand to no one. “I've sold plenty of Pokémon since I've inherited this shop.”

“Not according to the books you gave me,” Luke said as he pointed at the stacks of books on a desk, high enough for all seven Harry Potter books. “I've skimmed through all the sales and they don't say anything about a Pokémon ring or plush being sold.”

“You see, that's the thing about skimming through a work,” Mr. Medicus said as he clasped a hand on the anthro jackal's shoulder. “You'll often miss something important, especially the first time around. I mean, how many people read through a mystery novel or a series of novels like Harry Potter, and miss a clue that they only realized was a clue when they read it again?”

“Sir, Harry Potter is a fantasy novel series,” Luke said as his ears flattened to the sides. “Not a mystery novel series.”

“Oi! It's a fantasy series and a mystery series,” Mr. Medicus said in a declaration-like voice as he pointed at Luke's black nose with his other hand. His hand then let go of Luke's shoulders as he walked away with a skip. “If more people see it like that, then maybe they could've seen the clues better.”

Luke blinked as he stood there, wondering if he should follow and argue more regarding the Harry Potter genre it was in. He turned around and walked away, before his head snapped up, his ears shooting up in realization. That tricky man, he brought it up so he could steer it away from the lack of Pokémon sales numbers. He looked back, wondering if he should then bring it back to Pokémon before shrugging. There's always another time.

Though, it was unusual that Mr. Medicus would be so reluctant to talk about Pokémon.

Luke then returned to the time that was now and that was walking through shelves of plush toys of various animals. His green eyes looked at them over as he gave out a grin, showing off fangs that could pierce wood if he bit hard. Regardless of Mr. Medicus's reasons on why he doesn't sell any Pokémon stuff and why he doesn't want to talk about it, there was no doubt that this shop has plenty of wonder in store. His ears flickered as he wondered if anyone had tried to put on two separate rings or hug two different plushies, and if so, what happened. Did they become a fusion or did one cancel out the other? Was the fusion uniform or was it just a random mishmash? So many possibilities, so many-

His ears flickered as he heard a sound. It wasn't a clanging, a punching, or even a knocking sound. It was a ripping sound, like someone was slicing through a shirt with a knife or a sword. He felt a shiver that traveled up his spine as he stopped walking. Then, with his toes curled upwards so the claws weren't touching the ground, he silently padded to the source of the sound.

After a minute of walking, he looked behind one of the many shelves of the store and saw a pile of torn up plushies, all sliced up so their stuffing was pouring out. Luke blinked as he examined them all closer as it dawned on him that all of the destroyed toys had one thing in common.

All of them were Pokémon.

Luke held his breath as he looked at them in horror, the sense of horror only magnifying as an idea formed in his mind on who destroyed them all, since he was the only other person in the shop. Still holding his breath, he turned to walk away, when his eye caught one Pokémon plushie that wasn't touched by the carnage. He turned back and then got a closer look at it, the silvery winged Pokémon sitting at the center of the ruined toys, as his heart beat faster.

It was a Lugia plush.

Luke turned back around and walked away, like a guy retreating from a car crash pileup they’d instigated by tossing a rock at a car. He only stopped to catch his breath, to try calming himself, when he was in the room with the books filled with sale numbers, sitting down at the desk. His eyes were closed as he felt his heartbeat slow down.

“Hello Luke. I have a favor to ask of you.”

Luke gave out a yelp and stood up, picking up a pencil like it was a knife to defend himself with.

“Are you alright, Luke?”

He blinked when he was that it was Mr. Medicus. “Yes. I'm just tired from all of this work.”

Luke placed the pencil down with his ears flattened to the sides as Mr. Medicus said, “Sorry about that. Anyways, I have a favor to ask of you as I was trying to tell you.”

The anthro Jackal looked up. “Sure. Go ahead and tell.”

“To explain, I found some products that I would like you to dispose of.” It was then when Luke realized that Mr. Medicus was holding onto a plastic bag. The black haired man opened it up and showed the contents to him. Luke turned green for about half of a second when he saw that it was the ruined Pokémon toys from before. “As you can see, these plushies are ruined to the point that there's no way to repair them without some sort of magic and, well, it's too late for that.”

“Sir? What do you mean by that?”

“Look closer.”

The jackal looked into the contents again and his eyes widened. “Why, some of them are fused together now.”

“Exactly,” Mr. Medicus said as he closed the bag up. “The magic in the store that affected all the products also help prevent disrepair from befalling them. Even ripping them in half would eventually heal them if the pieces are near. But it doesn't always know what product goes with what or when to stop if there's an excess of materials to repair with, causing such misshapen toys.”

“Wha-what caused them to get damaged so badly?” Luke asked as he looked back up at the man.

“I don't know. Might be some vandals that came in and decided to destroy stuff as a prank,” Mr. Medicus answered.

Luke guessed that he wasn't being honest, but there didn't seem to be a point in debating it. “So, I should just throw it away?”

“Not only that, but set them on fire.”


“Oh, don't you see?” Mr. Medicus said in an impatient tone. “They still are affected by the magic in the place. If someone got to them, they'll be transformed into such creatures. I mean, who'll want to be a Buizel with three pairs of wings?”

“Oh. Um, OK.”

“Good,” Mr. Medicus said as he handed the bag to Luke. “Be sure to wear rubber or plastic so you won't transform again.”

-----Present Time-----

Luke stood in front of the dumpster with a fire lit inside of it. All of the Frankenstein-like toys were now on fire, with a glow emitting from the bottom on it. The anthro Jackal looked on with sadness in his face. Even though it would've been for the best if no one managed to get to them, it was still a sad sight for a fan like Luke to witness them get destroyed.

Yet, as Luke thought to himself as he walked away, there was one plush that was missing from the bag. One plush that was spared again. Why was the Lugia plush spared?

Luke shrugged as his tail brushed against the ground under the cloak he wore. Whatever was the answer, he was sure it would pop up in time as long as he worked with the man he's sure who had slashed them in the first place, along with the answers to all of the other questions.

-----Three Months Later-----

There was a saying that New York is the city that never sleeps. Yet, Daniel thought as he floated over Tokyo with a camera on hand, that also applied to every major city with millions of people. The lights of the city shone high up to the sky to the point that it was nothing less of a miracle to see a single star in the sky that wasn't the sun.

Daniel floated in the air for a few minutes, looking over the amazing lightshow that was Tokyo while snapping a few pictures, before he phased out of the night sky. He had little doubt that he would be spotted in the sky, but there's only so much a psychic projection could do to make himself 'invisible' to the citizens there. Mythical Psychic-type Pokémon or not, it was a strain to his mind to project to tens of thousands of people an image of a bird flying in the sky.

He just as fast phased back into existence inside of an apartment in the city. It was a small apartment, even for one that was supposed to have two to three people living in it, with only two small bedrooms and a kitchen connected to a living room. Of course, Daniel doesn't mind, since he was small even as a Mewtaur; after all, his bed is gigantic in comparison. Jacob and Coby, on the other hand-

“Stop smacking me with Fox's tail,” Jacob said to Coby (that was who they decided to call the left side of the Two-Mewtwo), his voice raised high as he struggled to keep his headset on. “It's ridiculous that he can hit twice by attacking upwards while jumping.”

“Then stop trying to get hit by that attack by falling towards me,” Coby replied back, his voice just as high. “Jeez, you act so entitled for a fair game.”

“Settle down you two,” Daniel said as he pressed his little arms against both of their heads. “It's surprising that I'm the younger one and yet I have to act as the parent to you two.”

“Dude, we're streaming,” Jacob said, pointing at the computer set up that's connected to the TV. The monitor was also displaying the game as it was being streamed on Twitch. “The fans love it when we bicker.”

“Doesn't make it any less annoying,” Daniel replied as he floated around Jacob and Coby. “I was hoping to use the computer to upload some photos of Tokyo and some other places. Mind it I use it?”

“After the next game,” Coby said, his hands hovering around the levitating Joy-Cons. “We still need to settle our tie. Why don't you-”

A knock echoed through the room. The three looked up and their eyes stared at the door. Daniel, the closest to the door, floated to it and, with his psychic projection ready, opened the door. 'Hello.'

There was no one there.

Daniel blinked as he looked down the hallway at both sides. Despite being quick to open the door, with only a couple of seconds passing since the knock and the door opening, the hall appeared to be empty. Not even a quick psychic scan showed anyone near and running. His eyes then looked down and saw a package below. It soon gave out a pinkish glow and floated in the air as Daniel pointed at it and 'pulled' it inside. Then, with a few mental tugs, it unwrapped and opened up.

Inside was an envelope, white and unwritten on the surface. Right next to it was a couple of blue gems, each tied up in a string so that it worked as a necklace. He hovered his hands over the gems, and while they don't look wrong, they do have a sort of aura emitting from them. Perhaps it was because he was a Mewtaur that he could sense something like that.

He then lifted the envelope up with his mind and opened that one up as well. He unfolded the letter that had been contained within, and to his surprise, it was written in English. While being a Psychic-type, a powerful one like Mew and Mewtwo, allowed them to scan into others’ minds and read what they were saying without understanding the language they spoke, it was a different matter with the written part of that language. It was impossible for Daniel, Jacob, and Coby to translate it with their psychic powers since there was no mind to read; as long as anyone who understood the language wasn’t reading the same words.

Written in the letter was the following:

Dear sirs who took the plushies months ago,

I do apologize that it took so long to track you down. It seemed that the former owner of the shop, when he asked me to dispose of the stuffed Pokémon toys a couple of years ago (my time), he also removed the means to track who was transformed by them on the toys themselves. Such a shame, though it would have avoided some trouble on my end.

As you certainly know, those toys weren't normal toys. They came from a magical shop where I work, with magic from the Hope Emulator seeping onto them, and because the creators of it were the kind that love transformation, they trigger changes from contact with them. I admit that I don't fully understand why they love such a thing, but I don't mind that much. After all, I'm a 'victim' of such a change myself and I love what it did to me.

I know it's too late, but I would like to say that I'm sorry for what happened. The former owner had uncomfortable memories regarding Pokémon because he lost someone he loved. From what I could tell, she was turned into a Lugia and, while she doesn't mind, he did and it gnawed on him for years. He used to just keep it on the back of his mind by only keeping the Pokémon products on the back of the store, but when I brought up the lack of Pokémon sales, it caused him to go on a rampage on the stuffed Pokémon toys.

They weren't meant to be sold when they fixed themselves wrong after he ended his rampage, but one of you two spotted me and took the toys that I was going to destroy for good. By the time I found where you two were, you were already changed and left.

Inside are the two necklaces that, as long as you're wearing them, will restore you to your normal human selves. I'm not sure if you two will use them, but here they are just in case.

I hope you'll forgive me.



Daniel looked over it twice as Coby asked, “What's wrong?”

“Nothing's wrong,” Daniel replied as he tossed the necklaces and letter in the trash. “Just a prank.”

Art Gallery / Re: Halloween Sketch-a-Thon 9 (Open!)
« on: October 18, 2019, 09:45:47 PM »

I like to see Glorfindel wearing a Virmir costume (made by a unwilling Virmir, of course) with him posing with his staff on one hand and a wooden hammer with another.


Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 547
« on: October 18, 2019, 09:38:42 PM »
It's never over until it's over. And it's not over yet.

Writer's Guild / Re: A-Fox Ranks Up/A Kitsune Thief Double Feature
« on: October 06, 2019, 07:41:13 PM »
A Kitsune Thief


Crickets chirped as an orange fox snuck by, his three tails swishing behind him. Ahead lay a house within a mountain-side, where his friend lived. But his goal for the day wasn’t to meet with him, but to get inside without his friend knowing. That way, he would get the special potion within.

There the kitsune waited outside, looking at the door, waiting for his friend, who was also a three-tailed kitsune like him, but red with a pink underbelly and a white A on his back, to come out. The orange sune, named Chris, watched with dark blue eyes at the door, his fur bristling with anticipation. If he succeeded, there would be loads of fun for the next 24 hours. But, if he failed, all of that fun will be directed back at him, and that will be no fun.

His ears twitched, detecting a doorknob turn, and, with quick movements, hid behind a tree trunk.

Soon the door swung open and the red kitsune, named A-Fox, stepped outside, his black ears stood up and alert. His sea blue eyes looked all around the area, them looking at every shadow that lay on the earth. Though he saw no one, he closed the door behind him and, with his tails, locked the door behind him. He then walked down the road, his stomach growling.

A minute passed, and Chris flopped down onto the ground, his back legs sore from standing up. He then sighed in relief before he walked towards the locked door. His eyes skimmed over the doorknob, sensing an enchantment within. From the feel of it, Chris thought as his tongue felt swollen by an illusionary strawberry taste, the enchantment is meant as an alert for A-Fox if anyone but him tries to unlock the door. The orange kitsune then gave out a foxy grinned before his own tails hovered over the knob, with them shining a light at the keyhole. Soon, the doorknob turned, slow and steady to not trigger the spell within. Then a clicking sound echoed, and the door swung opened inwards.

Chris grinned wider while his mind echoed a reminder that it was just the first security he met, and there was bound to be more than just that. His dark blue eyes then looked within the first room, observing at every corner of the room. He then shook his head, having seen no more enchantment, and raised one of his white paws forward before a thought struck him. He then looked up at the door frame above and saw a red glow above.

He grinned wider, recognizing that particular enchantment as a fire test. Both Chris and A-Fox are fire kitsunes, the orange kitsune noted, so it makes sense that he will make sure that one who steps in is one themselves. His throat felt the tingle of fire before he opened his mouth and expelled fire at the enchantment.

The fire met spell, and it turned green.

Chris blinked as his heartbeats quickened.

Of course, A-Fox would make sure that a fire kitsune who would be able to sneak would be capable of green fire, which Chris is incapable of, he realized.

Still, Chris thought as he arched his back and his back legs flexed, there was one solution to this.

He sprinted within, passing the doorway as the enchantment flickered multicolored lights. The orange fox’s eyes widened up as he sprinted further, knowing that A-Fox will realize that there has been a break-in and will turn. But then, as long as he got to the potion within, everything will be fine.

He sprinted through another doorway, his heart beating faster as his teeth gritted as he entered into a hallway. His legs felt sore, his head felt light, and his nerves felt fried, but still, he ran. He looked within any doorway along the way, looking for that potion, but there was none.

Until he got to the other end of the hallway, that is.

There it sat in the middle of the room in the middle of the table. The potion, with the container embosomed into the shape of a crystal, glowed with purple and black mixed together. His eyes stared at the potion as his mouth drooled in excitement and joy. His eyes skimmed through the room, but he detected no traps and spells within. As such, he stepped in.

Chris hopped onto the table itself and picked up the potion. His eyes glimmered with greed as his tongue licked his lips. He then popped open the potion—

“What’s going on here?” a voice coming out from the hallway said. Chris’ eyes shifted at the door and emitted a dramatic flair as A-Fox stepped in, his eyes wide with fear. “Oh, no. CHRIS, DON’T!”

Chris drank the potion, the tasteless liquid flowing down his throat that somehow felt warm.

Deity potion consumed, Chris thought.

Chris grinned wide as he felt every part of his body down to the cells feeling a spike of energy that increases by the second. His fur stood up as his tails hypnotically wagged behind him, with them splitting apart into nine tails. His fifth tail stood out as a blueish-grey rode formed around it. It soon tied itself up in the Obi style, ending with a silver bell forming on it.

His back, which had a red four-sided diamond on it, burned with white fire as his eyes glowed, feeling more and more power filling him up. Soon, almost through instincts, a leather cloth formed in front of Chris that ends with beads. It wrapped itself around Chris’ neck as if it was a yodare-kake as he grinned with overwhelming pride.

Yet, power still filled up Chris, enough that even his body couldn’t contain the overwhelming power of a deity. Yet he murred, welcoming any more power that comes with being with a deity since such a problem isn’t an issue if one knows how to fix it.

His eyes returned to normal as his body soon grew in size. The orange deitysune, once a mere two feet tall, soon doubled in height to four and again to eight in a few seconds. The table below him creeks under his weight before it broke into several pieces. The deitysune body soon encompassed the entire room, his tongue sticking out in cheeky joy, as his head met the ceiling and it cracks.

A-Fox, who stood there mesmerized by his changing friend, soon regained his grip on reality and ran when he realized how much the orange deitysune grew. His eyes widened as he kept on running, the floor breaking apart under his feet. The red kitsune ran out of his house, his heart feeling like it was about to explode from nerves and fear, and he flopped down onto the ground twenty feet away from the door.

The ground then shook as A-Fox felt sweat forming around his body. He then turned back and saw huge cracks on the mountain itself, with crackling sounds. A huge tail then burst out of the door and, with a swing, broke the mountain even more. Soon, an orange muzzle burst out from the mountain tip as if it was erupting, with boulders flung around the area. The deitysune laughed so that it echoed for miles away as he kept on growing, the mountain shattering into pieces as if it was sand.

A-Fox’s eyes widened at the sight before he turned and ran, despite his protesting heart. The trees fell around him as he sprinted around them, his legs sore and his mind clouded. But then he felt his paws leaving the ground itself. He gave out a mighty yelp as he felt pulled back to the deitysune himself, who stood at 100,000 feet as the smallest he could be.

Chris grinned at the tiny A-Fox, who whimpered like a puppy. The entire universe is nothing more than his personal playground. With his powers, he could do anything he always wanted to do as A-Fox got lifted up to his eye level.

“Well, well, well,” Chris said in a soft voice. “I guess you should hide your stuff better. But now the fun really begins, buddy, and it starts with you.”

Writer's Guild / Re: A-Fox Ranks Up/A Kitsune Thief Double Feature
« on: October 06, 2019, 07:40:39 PM »
A-Fox Ranks Up


Welp, that was far too annoying just to only get a fried chicken leg. The feral red fox with a pink underbelly and two tails walked through a forest with a large mountain looming nearby, chicken leg in mouth. How could such people get so annoyed at such a hungry little kitsune who was just hungry to the point of chasing him for a mile?

Then again, A-Fox is always hungry.

A-Fox, so-called because of the white A on his back, was once taken in by a mage when he only had one tail. He still remembered it clear as day when, after getting bullied out of a group for his weak magic even for a single-tailed kitsune, a mage came by and examined him. The wizard said that A-Fox has what is called a ‘divine pneuma,’ but that mage wouldn’t elaborate what he meant by that. Just that the A on his back is a sign for having it.

Since then, A-Fox had been cursed for a lifetime as a way for the mage to control the kitsune. Right next to the transformation section, the mage applied two curses that left him with an insatiable appetite and a stomach that has no limit to how much it could hold. With the wizard’s tower in a far-out place, he was the only one who could feed A-Fox and, because his hunger pangs never go away, at best ignored for only so long, the kitsune could never stray too far away from the tower without feeling hungry to his displeasure. And when he does, he got fed so much food that he couldn’t walk for days with a stomach that big.

That was his life until he gained his second tail.

It was an odd feeling, something that he wondered if other kitsunes experienced when they gained their new tail. A surging of power, filling him up far more than any foods he ate in a lifetime. As if a flood of power, long since building up, has been unleased at once, overcoming the tiny island.

In fact, so much power that he fought the mage and won, despite the tales saying that a mage is around the level of a four tailed kitsune. Perhaps those stories exaggerated how powerful they are since the mage went down as easy as A-Fox once did when he had one tail. As such, the mage lost all of his powers and is now living as a feral fox.

It’s almost a shame that A-Fox couldn’t find a way to remove those curses implanted onto him. Almost since A-Fox always liked eating foods, just that he ate far, far more than before.

So now there he was, eating a chicken leg, in the middle of a forest. Such a sweet chicken leg, with the crust, crisped to perfection, as well as the dark meat within. The sweet, crunchy taste flooded his tongue as his heartbeat fast in excitement. It was a shame that those people couldn’t let him have any more than just this.

It was then where A-Fox felt his tails tingled a bit. His ears twitched, but his teeth chewed through the chicken leg with a grin. Whatever that meant, it could wait until he finished-

He then blinked, looking at the leg that had somehow got smaller? Why did the leg get smaller, at around half of its original size? He stared at leg some more and saw that it was still getting smaller as the tingling feeling on tails increased. He then looked back at his tails and saw a golden glow around two of them.

Wait a minute, he thought as he straightened himself up and got a better look at his tails.

An even brighter glow in the shape of the third tail was there next to the other two.

His sea blue eyes widened as he looked around the area and saw that, like the chicken he was eating, the area was shrinking. Or rather, he was growing. Was this the power he gained when he got his third tail? He looked back at his tails and saw the third tail glow faded and solidified into a tail.

It would’ve been an amazing time if it wasn’t for the overwhelming power from before also making a comeback.

A-Fox gritted his teeth, his body growing large by the second. Just a minute before, he stood at around two feet on all four, but now he reached twenty feet with no sign of stopping. He emitted a growl, his iron-like muscles, despite his lanky looks flexing by instincts, as such power filled him up. Heck, it even made the last power surged back when he gained his second tail felt like a mere wave against a continent. Even the power gained from a deity potion felt like a walk in a park compared to this.

The trees then brushed against his red fur as he reached up to thirty feet tall, the leg now a mere speck to him. His growl became deeper as his paws dug into the ground, with the dirt getting ripped away for every foot taller he grew. His heart felt like it may explode in any second from the stress as his eyes closed shut.

The ground shook from the growing kitsune, the tails, also having grown larger on their own during this time separate from the rest of his body. Once, they were a decent tail, only half of his body each. But now even just one of his tails was larger than his body. His height grew up to fifty feet as his teeth gritted tighter, his tails straight behind him.

His head then turned up, and he gave out a massive roar that ranged within anyone’s ears for miles. The pace of his growth quickened, with him doubling in height, as his voice blew any loose leaves off the trees as his body crashed into the trees due to his growth. The rubbing against his fur from the trees decreased from feeling like he walked through tall grass to almost like walking on sand in several seconds. The power flowed through him easier as the ground shook more, his tails breaking down any trees in the way. Then the power flowed stopped as if it got dried out from the sun too close.

A-Fox flopped back as he emitted a sigh of relief and opened up his eyes. His sea blue eyes then skimmed down to the forest below, with shredded trees below where he stood. The paw holes he dug were almost like craters as he flopped back, and a great crack emitted from behind. He turned back and saw the mountain, once far and huge to the two-tailed kitsune he was, now near and small to the three-tailed kitsune. The kitsune blinked, being at 30,000 feet in only a few minutes of growing. At least it was just a forest and not a city. He shivered at the thought of growing within the city he was at only this morning. He may be a mischievous kitsune, but he doesn’t wish to kill anyone.

His muscles, sore throughout his body, limped down as he looked at his now massive tails with a small grin. Perhaps it was only a sign of his powers, but he always liked to have his tails huge. The macro abilities were just a bonus at this point.

A thought then occurred to him as he looked up at the noon sky. Could he also shrink in size, smaller than his regular size? That would be a useful ability to have since, with it, he would sneak into chicken shops while small and go to their supplies. Having a meal would be so much easier.

His stomach then growled as he looked down, the rumbling of a hungry belly heard and felt for miles away. He then gave out a grin as he looked over to the nearby city he was at.

If there was a perfect time to test out his new powers, this is it.

Writer's Guild / A-Fox Ranks Up/A Kitsune Thief Double Feature
« on: October 06, 2019, 07:39:53 PM »
Hey there, everyone. Well, my vacation has gone off the rail, to put it mildly. To make the long story short, we went to California to be with some relatives for a week (Monday to Saturday) while the floors to the house got removed and replaced. But when we got back, the floors were still being worked on (despite them assuring us that it'll take three days minimal to complete). As a result, after a night in the hotel, we're now back in California until Wednesday.

Man, I feel like an adult now since that having a vacation extended is an annoying part of it. >.|.>

In any case, here are a couple of stories I wrote a few days ago. They both involved macro and growth.


Writer's Guild / Re: Dragon Warrior TF
« on: August 18, 2019, 01:58:30 PM »
Yeah. The Art Trade I have with Midday Mew is technically completed, but it's being looked over for *checks calendar* for eight months at this point. And then I got a commission from Eisen asking for a TF, which I thought was perfect for Luke. Plus, due to my old job at Amazon being a weak writing spot, I'm so way behind on many of my stories. XD

Writer's Guild / Re: Dragon Warrior TF
« on: August 17, 2019, 03:28:39 PM »
I love this story. Also, who's Luke?
He seems like a nice guy.

That's great to hear. =)

As for who Luke is, he's actually a character from an earlier story who was once human. You can read the story here.

And wooooooow does checking back on that story made me realize how much time I wasted between his last appearance and this story. Deeeeeeerp. XD

Writer's Guild / Dragon Warrior TF
« on: August 16, 2019, 02:05:51 PM »
You guys didn't think I gave up on writing transformation stories, did you?

Yes, this is a brand new story that has transformation within, and what couldn't be better than turning into a dragon? Outside of a fox, that is. XP

In this case, this is a commission story as given by EisenManfred who wished to be transformed into his character, Gakyon, while playing a game of DnD with his friends Caleb_Lloyd, Arroavantho, Cecilia, and Stark (also known as Generic Meatbag #14). I believe that I did a pretty good job with it,

In any case, enjoy!

I wonder how many readers here will recall Luke. ;)


A brown-haired man wrote down the last few notes and stats for his new Dungeons and Dragon character. This character, he believed, will be a great and over-the-top warrior who will take on any monster in his path with his handy ax. A giant, at eight and a half feet tall with massive, bulging muscles that break the sturdiest wagon by just sitting on it. Even without his scales, little would pierce through the muscle layers.

Of course, it wasn’t a typical DnD game, with this one ran by furries like that man. To his friends in the DnD group, the brown-haired man called himself Eisen. A man with big ideas and a will to fulfill them as much as possible. Eisen planned for the new character, a wingless dragon by the name Gakyon, to be his primary from that point onward.

Though he also said something of the sort with the last twenty characters he planned with only five completed.

He lifted his pencil and his light blue eyes shined bright as he looked at his new, completed character sheet. Tonight’s game, he hoped, will amaze the others with the crazy yet awesome Gakyon. In any case, he should start to pack up and get ready for the night, despite it only a few hours off.

His hand reached out to his left and grasped-


The dice bag wasn’t there.

Eisen blinked as he turned his head towards where his hand grasped, and he saw no dice bag, despite it being the usual spot for it.

“Where is it?” Eisen said to himself as he got up and looked around. His eyes skimmed through every hiding spot and places where he could’ve placed the bag from inside every drawer to under the bed and behind the desk. Yet, the dice bag remained missing as his heart beats faster in a panic. “Are you kidding me? Today of all days where I have a DnD game when it goes missing.”

Eisen glanced at the clock on the desk, which just turned 2:00 PM. “I have plenty of time and just enough gas to go to the usual shop to buy a replacement. Just that it’s so freaking annoying.”

Eisen, with a quick grab at the car keys laying on a shelf and with light feet on the ground, ran outside to his car. Though the vehicle is on its last gallon due to being short on funds, the drive to the game shop happened to be a few minutes away and so plenty of mileage left. With a slight grin, he opened the car door and hopped in, wallet in hand.


“What do you mean it went out of business?”

Eisen let out a low, angry hiss as he glared at sign planted on the window. He already read it several times in denial and anger, but he read it one last time.

Sorry, we’re closed due to poor sales. We apologized for the inconvenience.

“Good. Good.”

Eisen looked around the shops around this one, though most had closed as well for similar reasons. The economic environment around this shopping center, or rather former shopping center, had suffered a downward spiral for years since the main store, once a large grocery store belonging to a massive chain of stores across the continent, closed. When it closed, the little stores folded one by one with this game store being one of the remaining ones until now. He hoped that it remained that way just a bit longer, but reality said otherwise. While he does know another store that has DnD, it was several miles away.

“And at this rate, I’ll need gas for the car,” Eisen said in a low voice. “That will chew up any remaining savings I have, including the ones needed for the new dice. What to do?”

Eisen looked through the windows of the former game shop, hoping that some of their stuff was left behind. But not even a worn-out poster remained.

“Would’ve been illegal anyway. I hoped that the others are willing to let me borrow their dice.” Eisen shook his head and turned.

Halfway between the turn from the closed shop and the car, his light blue eyes saw that a store that opened a few steps away. He paused and tilted his head, wondering how he missed it since he swore it wasn’t there a few minutes ago, before he walked towards it. As the store window become more explicit to see, his eyes widened a bit, and he gave out a big grin.

Another game store opened here.

“Why is my luck so stupid today?” Eisen asked himself as he reached to the door handle and, with a twist, swung it opened.

His light blue eyes looked around the inside of the shop as his footsteps echoed down below. The shop looked spacious, too spacious for that matter since it seemed like it encompassed the entire store block and beyond. Must be some sort of clever illusion with some mirrors, Eisen thought.

The store’s products, from what he could see, seemed like its every gaming stuff, from tabletop RPGs and board games to video games and computer games. Heck, even toys, plastic and stuffed, based off of those games were here with a few he recognized such as that one with the plumber.

“Hello there,” a voice from Eisen’s left said.

Eisen stopped mid-step, and he turned his head towards the source before he gave out a gasp. There stood one of the most realistic fursuit he ever saw, with the animal based from a jackal and with green eyes that looked too real. His tail, at least doubled the size of his body, swayed behind him with every step of his exotic designed digitigrade paws. The claws on said paws clicked against the wooden ground as a hand pressed against his belt, tight around his blue jeans and cyan shirt.

“Oh wow,” Eisen said as he walked around the jackal, which Eisen believed to be the owner of this shop. “I didn’t think anyone would be as bold like you to show off your furry side.”

“Thanks, I guess,” the jackal responded as he flicked his ear, causing Eisen to take a stand back in awe. The jackal also turned his head so that Eisen never left his sight. “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter. I do, but I also don’t. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Oh, I need new dice for a DnD game I have tonight,” Eisen answered as he stood behind the shopkeeper, resisting the urge to even touch that massive tail. He wanted to ask the shopkeeper for permission, but he felt that even asking was too rude. Anyone with such a glorious tail would value it over winning ten thousand dollars.

“Ah, sure. Just give me one moment for me to get them,” the shopkeeper said before, to Eisen surprised, he sprinted down what looked like endless shelves. Eisen raised his hand, not wishing to tire out the fursuit-wearing guy by searching something he could find for himself, but the shopkeeper had already left his sight.

Eisen, alone again, looked around the general entrance to the shop and his eye caught a plush toy on a shelf. He approached the toy, with its sleek fake-fur and its nine tails with it red, sharp eyes. Eisen felt the temptation to touch it, to cuddle it, and gave it its own name. But he doubted that he would ever let go of such a toy and he doesn’t wish to spend more money than needed at this moment.

“Got them,” a voice behind Eisen said with a loud voice. Eisen jumped a bit before he spun around and saw the jackal with a bag that rang when shook. “Sorry for scaring you.”

“I wasn’t scared at all,” Eisen responded as he stepped forward. “I was just admiring your products. Though I haven’t touched them, I swear.”

“I know you didn’t. If you did, I would’ve known,” the shopkeeper jackal said with a grin. Eisen tilted his head in confusion from that grin. What kind of animatronics does that head have?

Eisen shrugged as he stepped towards the cash register, old fashion and with a golden finished. “If you say so. Though it’s just the dice for me today. I need to save money.”

The shopkeeper nodded, and he jumped over the desk to the other side with such incredible grace for someone wearing a suit. He pressed a few keys on the cash register, and a few numbers popped up. “$10.57 is your total for today.”

Eisen pulled out his wallet and opened it, but no cash remained within. So, with hesitation, he removed a card and handed it to the jackal. “Do you accept cards, Mr.-”

“Oh yes, it does,” the shopkeeper answered with a grin before he swiped the card and slid it through. “And you can call me Luke.” The numbers slid down, and paper rolled out from a printer. He ripped out the receipt and handed it and the card to Eisen. “Here you go. Have a magical time in DnD.”

“Thank you very much, Luke,” Eisen said as he tucked in his card and pocketed in the receipt. He picked up the dice bag, turned towards the door, and opened it as his happy mood increased. “Great costume, by the way.”

Eisen grinned before he turned back for a bit and waved at Luke, not noticing the confusion written all over the jackal’s body. He then stepped out from the shop and headed towards the car.


Night came as if night completed its shift and wanted to leave as quick as possible, with a golden haze over the horizon and a few stars peaking out. Eisen drove his car, with its fuel light on, towards the DM’s house with his brand-new dice and character sheet. When he got to the house, he saw that a couple of cars were already there, with one being sleek and brand new.

Eisen parked behind that brand-new car and hopped out with his supplies. He walked up to the door, fist raised to knock it before swinging, but it instead hit thin air.

“Hello, Eisen,” the sandy-haired man said, standing behind the opened door and got out of the way from the knock.

“Hello, Caleb,” Eisen said back in a surprised tone. “Saw me coming?”

“Yup. You aren’t very subtle, Eisen,” Caleb replied as he placed his hand on Eisen’s shoulder and pulled him in.

The living room Eisen stepped in had a table with a few chairs within a spacious place, enough to fit two cars within. Three others sat around the table, one who’s hair as black as a smartphone screen. From what Eisen heard when entering, the black-haired man boasted to a silvery-blond lady about his sweet new ride that he drove here. Though even Eisen noted that she was humoring him. Another black-haired guy sat beside the other, though not as dark, with him leaning back as he read some medical papers though his glasses.

They all looked up at Eisen, and the darker black-haired one stood up with a hand raised. “Hey there, Eisen.”

“Hello, Stark,” Eisen said in return, shaking the hand. “And hello, Arro and Cecilia.”

Arro put away his medical papers away and smiled. “All good for game night?”

“Barely,” Eisen replied as he sat down at the table with Caleb joining by his side. “Lost my dice bag and the closest store for new ones closed. It’s a good thing another store opened up practically in the same area.”

Arro’s eyebrows rose. “You mean the one at-”

“Oh,” Cecilia said in a loud voice as everyone turned to her. She pulled out her purse and dug through it. “I just remembered. At that last game, you left them behind. I grabbed them for safekeeping, but I completely forgot to tell you about them. Here they are.”

She pulled out Eisen dice bag with a sheepish expression as she gave out a light blush.

Eisen, along with the others, laughed. “Oh, Cecilia. Dependable as always. I mean it,” he added when he saw the blush deepened. “After all, if I had called any of you to see if I can borrow you guy’s dice, I would’ve found out about it, and I wouldn’t need to drive out to the store. Now I really hoped that the paycheck comes in tomorrow.”

“There’s nothing wrong with having two,” Caleb said as he pulled out several sheets of notes and a DnD book with a grin. “After all, now you have a backup in case you lost them again.”

“Fair point,” Eisen said as he took back his original dice bag and placed them aside. Instead, he pulled out his new dice bag and pulled them out, each looked blue with white dots that resembled stars. “For tonight, I’ll use these new ones.”

“Very well then,” Arro said as he and the others pulled out their character sheets. Sark with his character Kyliana, a fat yet agile vixen fighter; Arro with his character Shade, a rouge cat; and Cecilia with her character Coosle, a mouse mage. “And did you actually complete your new character, Eisen?”

“Of course, I did,” Eisen answered as he placed his character sheet of Gakyon, the dragon warrior, on the table. “What makes you think I wouldn’t?”

Outside of Cecilia giggling and Stark rolling his eyes, no one answered.

“In any case,” Caleb said after several seconds passed, “care to make your first roll so you can make your dramatic entrance to the group?”

“Sure,” Eisen replied, and he rolled his twenty-sided dice, while landed on a twenty-

The dice exploded in a burst of blue flames all over Gakyon sheet with a firecracker sound.

“Gah,” Eisen said in a loud voice as he fell off from the chair and onto his back.

“What the Hell?” Stark stood up, his eyes wide as he got to Eisen, his eyes wide and unfocused.

“Is he OK?” Caleb asked as he also got up and jumped to Eisen’s side.

The other two joined, and they all leaned down around Eisen, who doesn’t notice them. The sheet that Eisen spent so much time writing kept on burning with a blue blaze, though nothing else caught on fire. The last of Gakyon’s character sheet burned up, not leaving by any ashes, and Eisen's eyes became focused again.

He looked around at his friends before his mouth curled into a grin that is too wide to be natural. His fingernails, clipped short, grew long and sharp as blue scales formed at the back of his hands. Paddings form on the palm of his hands as a pair of fangs grew out as long and sharp as his now claws. The blue scales, blue in color, traveled up his arms, forming thick plates at the back-hand side of his forearms, as he sat up, the others jumped back.

“What the- This is impossible,” Arro said in a loud voice as his green eyes observed the spreading scales. “What is happening to you, Eisen?”

“What are you talking about?” Eisen asked back in a voice far bolder and thunderous than his usual voice as claws ripped through his shoes. “Who is this ‘Eisen’ you speak of?”

Eisen stood up, his feet ripping through the shoes as they stretched out into digitigrade, with blue scales covering them and traveling up his legs. The thick scales kept on spreading through his body, reaching his chest, stomach, and back, with it turning gray in the torso area. His mouth and nose stretched themselves forward into a snout, with his nose flattening into just a pair of holes, as his brown hair landed near his digitigrade paws as if shedding them.

“Oh, now I think I understand,” Eisen said, looking at the four with a disturbing grin, more so because of a lack of scales. “We were all under some sort of evil enchantment. That’s why you all look so odd and don’t recall me, the great Gakyon.”

“What? But you’re just-” Cecilia looked back at the table, and her green eyes widened at the lack of character sheet of Gakyon.

“Jesus.” Stark grabbed a chair as he looked onto his transforming friend, not trusting that he’s still friendly.

Gakyon’s scales spread up his head as his muscles, once lanky, bulks up against the shirt and pants, with it rolling up and his pants button popping out. The fabric that formed the shirt gave way to the expanding muscles and ripped apart as the floor groaned against his increasing weight. His chest widened up, soon doubling in width, as his legs bulge out, as thick as tree trunks, through his pants.

Gakyon grew more in height in mass, with his feet-paws crunching the floor beneath him with a loud sound as a mane, gray on color, fluffed up around his neck and a pair of spikes poked out through the sides. His head, covered in blue scales, formed three more spikes on the back of it as a golden energy wave flowed around his body. What’s left of his clothes disappeared and got replaced by a large, leather sash across his shoulder and hip that carried a massive ax and a brown kilt slung on by a belt.

All four of the humans looked up at the enormous, wingless dragon before them, standing at eight and a half feet tall as three of them widened their eyes in horror. Stark, the exception to that, swung his chair at Gakyon, which shattered into pieces against the broad chest.

“There’s no need to harm a member of a party, friend,” Gakyon said in a bold voice, not feeling any pain from that strike at all. He raised his light blue eyes at Stark and laughed. “Instead, we should head out into a brand-new quest.”

“Um, what kind of quest is that?” Caleb asked, standing back as he gripped against the table.

“Why, it’s to find a cure to your enchantment. That’s what our quest should be about.” Gakyon pulled out his ax, ripping through the ceiling. “Come, my friends. Adventure awaits!”

Before any of them say anything, Gakyon ran towards the wall and smashed through it like thin cardboard. They heard a hearty laugh, a smash, and a few loud car horns blaring into the house.

“Um, did he just-”

“I’m freaking done. I’m freaking done!” Stark said while screaming out towards the hole in the wall. “This is BS! When I got here, I was expecting a peaceful time with my friends, and instead, I lost one who just smashed my car into my bits!” He picked up what remained of Eisen’s dice. “When I got here, I asked myself, ‘What should I do for this campaign?’ NOT! FREAKING! THIS!”

Stark stormed out and threw out the dice bag as the others stared.

“Where did he got them anyway?” Cecilia asked.


The dice bag fell down across the street as a figure in a dark cloak stepped out from the shadows and kneeled down at the dice bag. His canid muzzle poked out from under the cover as he picked up the bag and looked inside, making sure that only one had been used.

“This has worked too well,” Luke said as he pocketed the dice bag and looked at the other side of the street, seeing the carnage caused by the dragon. “I’ll do the best I can to help them with the damages and the dragon.”


The sun rose from the horizon as Caleb woke up from his sleep, his mind burning with thoughts of how to pay for the damages. The other three remained in his home, stranded due to their loss of vehicles since Gakyon destroyed them beyond any hope of repair on the way out. They don’t blame him for what happened, but he hoped that there must be a way to fix this.

He put on his robes as he heard a knock on the front door. “Oh jeez, I hope it’s not the landlord or the police.”

He walked up to the front door, stomach tight, and opened it and there stood a couple of men.

One took off his hat and said, “Hello. Are you the owner of this house?”

“Rented, really. But what-”

“We got a call that you needed some house repairs.” The man looked at the wall of bed sheets with a slight grin.

“That would be nice, but I don’t think, with the damages that occurred-”

“Don’t worry. It’s already been paid for.”

Caleb blinked, and the other man stepped forward.

“Hello, dear sir. I also got a call regarding destroyed vehicles that needed towing out and replaced. That had also been paid for. By the end of the day, you or your friends and family will have replacement cars, brand new.”

Caleb blinked some more. “Who did?”

“The person, Luke, did and he left you a package for you, which he wanted us to deliver.”

Caleb looked at the two men as one of them handed over a package. “Who are you?”

“We’re from a company, Vulpis Lignum, that deals with incidents such as yours,” the first man answered as he stepped inside, observing the damages within.

“I doubt that what happened here is typical of your job,” Caleb said with a slight sarcastic tone to it as he opened up the box.

Caleb heard the two men laughed as he emptied out the contents of the box, which had a collar, a necklace with a blue gem, and a letter.

It read:

Dear sir,

I do apologize for what happened to your house and your friends’ vehicles due to my product. While my products are always meant to change the buyer, I never saw one that also transform the mental state to such a degree. I fear that your friend will get into serious trouble in time if he continues like that.

The collar within this package will change his mental state back to normal as long as he wears it, though his form will remain. The necklace will, also as long as he wears it, transform him back to human. I would restore him myself with them, but I fear that he’ll see me as an enemy if I approach.

On the back of this letter is my current location. When you come, I will take you all to him. It doesn’t matter where he is, even if he went to the other side of the planet, because I can and will find him.

I hope to see you soon.



“Seems like we’re going on an adventure after all,” Caleb said as he stepped inside, his stomach no longer tight and his red eyes filled with determination.

Writer's Guild / Faith's Twitter Story
« on: July 29, 2019, 12:04:10 PM »
I need to explain this to anyone not following me on Twitter.

What happened was that, a few days ago, a meme was born by Bethesda's incompetence again. A glitch for their classic Doom rerelease has players forced to log in to their Bethesda account to play it. And yes, it is a glitch which Bethesda is trying to patch out.

As a result, I decided to play into the meme in my way, which is to post  a joke story that cuts short due to Bethesda's login requirement. I admit that I find it to be funny and a bunch of people who I shared it with found it to be funny. But, by the end of the day, I decided to rewrite the story a bit more serious. It's still a silly story, but there's no cut out by Bethesda. I wrote it down, and posted it on Twitter the next day. And now, I'm sharing it with you all here. Especially since it's a lot longer than I expected (I was planning it to be 500 words, and it's more than doubled that).

I have one last thing to note here.

The story itself is a Schrödinger canon to The Pokémon Prometheus, which is to say that it's both in canon and not. The reason why is because this story takes place in a different world than the one The Pokémon Prometheus takes place. But because the later stories (and, to an extent, the first one) will establish the idea of a multiverse, I cannot say that this story couldn't happen. Just that it's too far out to put in a solid plan. XP


I sat down by the edge of a field a few miles out of town, looking out into the distance. It happened to be a beautiful, bright day. Perhaps too sunny, with the temperature reaching up to 108F already. Just one of those problems to live in the middle of a desert as I always say.

Then, right out in the distance a few feet ahead, I saw what looked like to be some kind of orange fox, but it seemed odd. While it had a red-brown pelt, it also had not one, but six tails all curled up at the end. Not to mention that it also had an unusual set of fur on its head that looked like a curled locks and ending with a turf. What kind of fox was it?

Even weirder is that the fox saw me and, after a few seconds of watching with those baby blue eyes, decided to approach me with those white paws it has. What kind of fox chose to contact a human like me? A tame one? That would explain the lime bow its wearing.

But then, to my shock, the fox seemed to have been growing larger. Wait. How could it be? The fox was just average size for one a few moments ago.

Then it hit me. I was looking at the fox a mile away from me, not a few feet.

The fox soon approached me, the ground shaking as it walked, and looked down at me from a hundred feet tall. I felt my heart beats faster, yet I didn’t run away. I’m not sure why I didn’t run. Perhaps I was just at awe over how huge this fox really is.

The fox then bent down towards me and, um, gave me a nuzzle? What? Is this a gentle giant?

“Hey there,” the fox said with a feminine voice. “I’m Faith the Vulpix. Who are you?”

O. K. I must be sick at the moment and suffering from some sort of dream. Because of this fox, well, vixen really, just talked to me and said that she’s a Pokémon.

“Um, can you understand me?” Faith asked me.

“I, yes I can,” I finally answered, dumbstruck. Even if this is a dream, I thought, at least it isn’t a disappointing one. “My name is Daren.”

“That’s a nice name, Daren,” Faith said, raising one of her paw against her maw and gave out a giggle. “I was wondering if you know where there’s a lake here. For drinking and cleaning, clearly.”

“We have a lake here at the heart of town,” I answered before she lowered her paw next to me, which caused the ground nearby to shook. I jumped up a bit, feeling the vibration through my body.

“That’s great to hear,” the Vulpix said with an excited tone. “It’s incredible how walking for miles, even as a giant, wears you down. Now, if you can tell me where it is, I’ll be even more grateful.”

“Um, at your current size,” I said as I stood up from the ground, “I doubt that you’ll reach it without causing some significant damages to the town. Heck, looking behind you, you left some large footprints. Unless you wish to cause some destruction along the way.” I gave out a blush. “No offense intended if you don’t.”

Faith gave out a giggle again. “That’s a fair point. But don’t worry, Daren. Despite my footprints, I’m reasonably lightfooted even at this size. I doubt that any road damages I cause will be patched up by the end of the week.”

“Even if that was the case,” I leaned back against one of Faith’s forepaws, with it is surprisingly soft for its colossal size, “there are still loads of people with just as many vehicles along the way.”

Faith nodded before lowering her head towards me, enough that I could, in part, see my reflection against her eye. “If that’s the case, then I like for you to come with me so that I know where there are the least people around.”

“Um, you wish for me to come with you?” I asked as my eyes widened. “How so?”

“Easy.” Faith lifted the paw I happened to leaned against and used it to catch me. Then she lifted me up to her head. “You relax up on my head and direct me from there.”

I blinked as I soon found myself on the giant Vulpix’s head. Yeesh, for a day I planned to spend nothing on, it sure had turned into the strange. If it happened to be real and not a dream.

“Sure, sure. Why not?” I said as I leaned back against the curls on her head. “This is one dream that I don’t wish to wake from anytime soon.”

Faith lifted up her body as she laughed. “What makes you think this is a dream?”

I steady myself at the sudden jolt from her movement. “To be blunt, I’m on what should be a fictional creature from a video game that’s also many times larger than one should be. How could it not be a dream?”

Faith giggled as she walked forward towards the town ahead. “I’ll be sure to give you something you won’t forget.”


It didn’t take long for us to get to the town lake. Despite my fears, Faith managed to, with an enormous level of skill if I may add, avoid any vehicle and pedestrian below us. It helped that they, for the most part, stopped and galked at the giant Vulpix much like I had.

Faith swam in the lake as I sat near the edge, watching her. I admit that, for such a large Pokémon, she happened to be a graceful creature of size. It amazed me to see how, with great care, she groomed her fur and her six tails. Indeed, the six tails swayed into the air with a gentleness I didn’t think came from a giant.

But, all too soon, the fire-type Pokémon stepped out of the lake and sat down against me with a ground-shaking thud, which caused me to jump. “You need to work on that.”

Faith looked down at me and grinned. “It’s kinda tricky when you’re a giant like me. It’s like everything is made out of sand or paper after a certain height.”

“I can bet so,” I said, looking at her white paws. “In any case, where are you off to now?”

“Now?” Faith looked up into the sky. “I’m only halfway through my journey. It had been a long one. Though you cannot come, I’m afraid.”

“Wasn’t asking to,” I said, though my voice couldn’t hide the disappointment. “Besides, nothing here convinced me that it wasn’t a dream.”

“Still thinking that it’s a dream, eh?” Faith winked at me as I blinked. “So, paws or tails?”

“Um, what?”

“What’s your favorite? Paws or tails?”

I thought about it for a few seconds. “Tails, to be honest.”

Faith grinned and, before I knew it, her six tailed pressed down against me. The sweet scent flew out from her tails as they squashed me down. I blushed enough that my entire face turned red as my arms spread out against the tails. I soon found myself to be hugging the closest one against me, enjoying every minute of it despite the sore feeling though every bone in my body.

I heard Faith giggled again, this time pretty loud, and the tails lifted themselves off of me. “Darn. I was having so much fun.”

“I can tell,” Faith said before she turned around towards me, the ground shaking with every movement she made. “In any case, I hope that you’ll have an excellent rest of the day.”

Before I could say anything else, the giant Vulpix walked away, with her head held high and with a grin on her face. I got up on my feet, but Faith got too far away from me by that point, being fast for someone so huge. From an already far distance, I saw her tails swaying behind her and yet I wondered if she turned back and gave one last wink.

Even if it was a dream, it was the best dream I ever had.

Writer's Guild / Re: The Pokémon Prometheus - Maya's Story
« on: July 25, 2019, 11:17:49 AM »
The answer to your question, Aurum Lupus, is that it's meant to heavily imply that his actual cause of death was that the Blastoise uses water attacks to drown Maya's brother. That's what got Maya suspicious since, despite the wet body and his last meeting being with a water-type Pokémon, they tried to pin it on 'heart attack.'

That was my intention when I wrote it. Sorry if it wasn't obvious enough. ^.|.^;

Writer's Guild / The Pokémon Prometheus - Maya's Story
« on: July 17, 2019, 11:20:10 AM »
Here is the brand new story that centers around the main antagonist of The Pokémon Prometheus, Maya the Lycanroc/Zoroark hybrid. It's not one of my easier stories to write because it's a tragedy, which isn't something I write usually. It deals with what happened in Maya's backstory that caused her to be the destruction-happy Pokémon she became. It's almost enough to make one feel sorry for her even after trying to destroy Arkanilacum.



Even after two days of running, the four-legged Pokémon still ran from her defeat. For a half hour, one glorious half hour, she was a goddess of destruction, with a tail powerful enough to level buildings and a paw large enough to crush lives. But now, this Lycanroc-looking Pokémon, but with teal on her tail and claws red, had shrunk back normal thanks to that Vulpix, that Vulpix.

Maya, the Midday Lycanroc with Zoroark traits like red rimmings on her face and black mane with four red spikes, was a researcher in the anthro technology leftovers. Anthros were the beings who once came to this world with machines that could increase the size of beings to a humongous degree. What they hadn’t accounted for was Pokémon like her taking such tech for themselves.

Nor did they account for Pokémon being far more potent than anthros ever could be.

Since that golden era, the anthro disappeared and the giant Pokémon, who were worshipped like gods, died out with their remains being the last hint that such macros once walked the land. Such as the Arcanine remains that surrounded the town known as Arkanilacum.

Arkanilacum, the thought burned into her mind as she ran across a plain. That town that had taken so much from her. That town that she wished to complete the utter destruction as payment for what they did. That town with no honest Pokémon within the bones that surrounded and protected it. How could the dead Arcanine goddess still give her town blessings after it caused the death of her brother?

-_-_-Fifteen Years Ago-_-_-

A small, canine-like Pokémon lay down with her dark brown muzzle face pressed against the book, reading the lines within with large blue eyes. Her ears, divided between light brown and dark brown, flopped halfway while her curled up, fluffy tail lay down against her. Images of the past long ago popped into her imaginations as she read more, not noticing a Pokémon approaching behind her. At least until she felt the claws on her forehead, pressing against her light brown fur.

“Yip!” Maya said, trying to jump, but the claw held her down.

“Hehehe, it’s me, silly,” A male voice behind her said.

“Wait,” Maya said before she sniffed the air. “Big bro!”

The Rockruff spun around and pounced on her much larger brother, who fell back from the sudden force. His red fur ruffled as his long arms rubbed Maya, with him giving out a large, toothy grin. His pink-red eyes, glowing bright enough even in the day that any other color, including black, couldn’t be detected by sight alone, looked down at his little sister while his white mane, with most of it on his back and shoulders, fluffed up and bent down over his head, ending with a black tip. Slung across his white, fluffy chest was a black bag filled with papers and pencils, with several pages written within.

“Oof,” the Midnight Lycanroc said, his short tail stuck out from under him as he snuggled his sister back. “Nice to see you too.”

“How did it go, bro?” Maya asked, wagging her tail behind her.

“I say that my interview with the new mayor of Arkanilacum went surprisingly well,” The Lycanroc answered, rubbing the tip of his mane as he got up. “I wasn’t too sure of Mayor Richard since I heard,” he paused as he rubbed the back of his neck, “since I heard not such nice rumors about him. But, after asking several hard questions, I have to conclude that there is nothing wrong about him.”

“That’s great to hear.” Maya smiled as she turned back and closed the book. “So, we’re leaving soon?”

“Yup. After we get something to eat, we’ll be heading back to Rameidon town,” Maya’s older brother answered as he picked up the book.

The two Rock-type Pokémon walked alongside each other down the dirt path. “It’s a bit of a bummer that it happened so quick. I mean, this has THE bones around the town.”

“The bones of the giant Arcanine, also known as the Great Protector.” The Lycanroc looked up at the ribs. “You like reading about the giant Pokémon, don’t you?”

“Of course, I do, silly.” Maya gave a bit of a hop. “It must have been so amazing to be so big that a huff of air can knock down even an Onix to the ground.”

“I imagine it might be.” He brought down his claw onto Maya’s head, rubbing it as he smiled. “Yet, because of the actions of those bad Pokémon, the ones who seek to destroy needlessly, the stuff that allows it was lost. Even the ones that could allow us to grow without anthro machines, Dynamaxing, was gone.”

“Yeah. Lousy jerks.” Maya looked up at her big bro. “What a way to ruin everyone’s fun just because they can’t behave like good Pokémon.”

The Lycanroc gave out a sigh. “Despite it being so long ago, yes.”

“You know what, bro?” Maya looked up at the bones above with determined eyes. “When I reach your age, I’ll find a way to bring it all back!”

The Midnight Lycanroc stifled a snicker. “And what will you do if you become a macro, oh goddess in training?”

“Why, I’ll go out around the world and fight off all the bad Pokémon! No matter how big or strong they are, I’ll fight them until the end! Then no one will have to suffer anymore.”

The Lycanroc’s pink-red eyes stared at the little Rockruff with a kind look. Even with some of the leftover tech when the anthros disappeared long ago, he doubted that any that could cause them to grow remained. After all, if any remained, forgotten by their makers, they would’ve been discovered already since so much time had passed. Maya’s dream of being a giant will remain as such, a dream.

“I’m sure that you will discover the lost macro tech,” he said out loud. “Just don’t feel disappointed if you can’t.”

“Don’t worry. I know I’ll find them.” Maya grinned. “I think it might be my fate even.”

“I’m sure it is,” the Lycanroc said while he plotted to find someone who would help him out in playing out his little sister’s dream in a game.

The two walked on with Maya skipping every crack on the ground while the Midnight Lycanroc pulled out his notes and read through them. After some time, the two Rock-type Pokémon entered a small café, with a small panda-like Pokémon with spiral eyes as the owner of this clean place. The Spinda took their order, with Maya sitting on a chair far larger than her while the Lycanroc looked over his surroundings.

Despite it being a small place, with only eight tables and quadruple the chairs, the café seemed to be a popular place to be in with several Pokémon either eating, waiting, or relaxing within. On his left there sat a Typhlosion, an Ampharos, and a Marowak, and to his right sat a Riolu, a Vaporeon, and a Pidgeotto. Outside of the two Rock-type, all of the Pokémon within sat in their table area.

It didn’t take too long for their meal and drink to arrive and, after they gave a toast (made with Gummis), the two dug into their meal, with Maya having Iapapa berries and the Lycanroc having a pair of Watmel berries. Their meal tasted beyond their expectations, with their joy of such well-grown berries filling up the room. As such, they didn’t notice a newcomer entering the café until the Pokémon stood beside them.

The Lycanroc’s pink-red eyes looked up at the newcomer, a large, turtle-like Pokémon with blue skin and a brown shell.

“Hello. Sorry to interrupt,” the Blastoise said, looking down at the two, “but aren’t you the famous interviewer from Rameidon?”

“Yes, I am,” the Lycanroc answered as he leaned back on his chair. “Surprising to hear that my name’s known out as far as here, though.”

“I’m always happy for Pokémon like you who wish to unveil others’ closet for a good cause,” the Blastoise answered with a massive grin. “I’m curious to hear how you do your interviews.”

“Oh, um,” the Lycanroc said with a sudden jolt. “I’m not really that great. I’m sure there are far better you can ask regarding journalism.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” the Blastoise said, giving out a low bow only to bang his head against the table. The Blastoise gave out an angry swear, which Maya giggled at.

“Please forget you ever heard of that word, sis,” the Lycanroc said.

“I’m very sorry. I mean, what was I thinking?” The Blastoise rubbed his head. “That sounded so much ruder when spoken out loud. Please forget that-”

“It’s not a problem.” The Lycanroc stood up. “I can at least give you an overview of how I ask questions.”

“No, no. You don’t need to.”

“Sir, I insist on telling you about it.” The Midnight Lycanroc stretched out one of his arms.

“You wish to answer my fanboyish questions outside?” the Blastoise asked as he looked at the other’s claw, pointing out at the door.

“Oh, um,” the Lycanroc replied, not intending to point at all, but he didn’t wish to make the blue Pokémon feel more foolish than he already was. “Sure. Maya, stay here until I come back.”

“OK, big bro.” Maya grinned as she wagged her tail.

She twisted her head as she saw her bro and the stranger walked out the door. When they got out of sight, she returned to eating the Iapapa berries, the sour taste filling up her tongue. She gave out a wide smile as her tail behind her wagged. Her ears twitched as she heard a chair being pushed, and one of her blue eyes looked at the location of the sound.

The other Pokémon there was another canine-like Pokémon, but blue and bipedal with a black torso and a black line across his face and down his muzzle that reminded Maya of a mask. His black paws walked on the wooden floor as his red eyes stared at the Rocktuff with no noticeable emotions. The two black appendages that hung out beside his head made Maya think that those might be his ears, though his actual ears were pointed upwards and blue.

The Riolu approached Maya and stared out at Maya as she tried to think of something to say. “Um, hello.” The Riolu continued to stare. “Do you wish for my Iapapa berries? There’s plenty for both of us. I would suggest my bro’s food, but he’ll be so angry.” No response came? “Aren’t you listening?”

“Do you care about your brother?” the Riolu asked in a cold voice.

Maya blinked as she felt a chill down her spine. “Yes, I do. He’s the best big bro anyone could ever ask for.”

“Even though he’ll leave you forever?” the Riolu asked.

“What do you mean? He’ll be back again soon.” Maya’s ears flattened back. “It’s only for a talk-”

“This world is filled with Pokémon who take advantage of others,” the Riolu said as his eyes darkened. “No matter how nice or generous you try to be, those Pokémon will treat you horribly for doing something they consider to be wrong. They see you and your brother like naive prey. If you wish to survive in this world, you need to become like them.”

“I,” Maya paused as she tried to find the right words, “have no idea what you’re talking about, so I’ll just ignore you.”

“If you think you can hide from the world, you’re wrong.” The Riolu’s voice becomes colder. “Because this world is so rotten that the only answer to fix it is to destroy it and start with a new beginning. I felt it with my own Aura when my home got destroyed. I felt all the fear and the anger when it happened because of those Pokémon, and yet no other place care about what happened because it’s not their problem.”

“I think you have been talking to the wrong-”

The door swung opened with a force that caused a deafening crack and most Pokémon within jumped in surprised. They all turned to the door and there stood on all four a brown and yellow Pholidota-like Pokémon, panting as if she ran a hundred miles in a minute though Maya saw that she might have run even half a mile. The lack of any kind of sweat or even dust on her body showed it.

The Spinda ran towards the Sandslash. “What’s wrong?”

“S-sorry, but,” the Sandshash said between pants, with it clear to a childlike Maya that pure panic ran through her body, ‘a-a Pokémon died nearby.”

“What?! Who?” the Spinda asked as he, with great care, patted the Sandslash’s back.

“A-a L-Lycanroc.”

A chill as cold as winter ran down Maya’s spine as her blue eyes widened at those words. Then, without thinking, she got off her chair and darted around the two Pokémon as fear consumed her. It couldn’t be him who died. How could it be?

But her eyes saw, on the ground unmoving, a Midnight Lycanroc with his eyes closed.

Maya gave out a grief-filled howl as she ran to her brother. She nuzzled his face, hoping in denial that it was just a joke, but no reaction came from his wet body. Hot tears swelled out from her eyes as she clutched her brother’s face, not moving away from him until other Pokémon came and took him.


Maya sat down within a white hallway, her heart still full with grief. She had heard many words since, but only a few seemed to enter her mind about what happened to her big bro. Among them was said that he suffered from a heart condition and, while outside, it triggered a heart attack and he died.

But the Rockruff guessed that they lied to her and the others, having felt her bro’s fur. She remembered the Blastoise who came for a talk with her bro and how not a trace of him remained by the time the Sandslash found the Lycanroc’s body, despite being a ‘fan.’ Not to mention how her bro’s bag carrying all his notes disappeared. Perhaps he did something that killed her brother and stolen his papers.

But how could she convince anyone of what she guessed what really happened? Those Pokémon, the ones who pronounced the cause of death, wouldn’t believe her and, because they happened to work in that field, anyone would believe them over a kid like her. She imagined herself being within a forest, wondering where the exit was and wishing that her brother helped her out.

The thought of never hearing his voice again struck her as tears flow out again.

She then pulled herself up and, despite her heart crying out to stay near the room where her brother’s body lay in, walked away. Maya wondered why her limbs decided to lead her away since her mind didn’t have a goal to walk towards. Yet, for whatever reason she didn’t know, her legs took her along for a walk.

After what seemed like hours of walking, from the edge of a hallway, her teary eyes saw a dark brown, quadruple Pokémon with a large mane around his neck. Despite never seeing him before, her mind pieced together the details her brother said long ago and recognized the Pyroar as the new mayor of the town, Mayor Richard. Perhaps he was here because the one who interviewed him died so soon afterward, Maya thought. A small part of her wanted to talk to him, pour her heart out about what she believed, but she felt a strong doubtful feeling.

The Rockruff walked two steps forward, only to paused when she saw another Pokémon in front of the new mayor: the Blastoise who last talked to her and her big bro.

The two talked in quiet voices, enough that even she couldn’t hear, but she could still see the emotions they emitted and the expressions they showed. Not a trace of sadness shown on them and instead happiness and pride shined from their bodies. Then she heard them laugh.

Maya took several steps back as a chill ran down her spine, and questions echoed within her skull. Was her brother’s death planned by them? Why? Her brother questioned Mayor Richard and discovered nothing wrong about the Pyroar.

Unless Mayor Richard happened to be a front for the real power.

The Riolu’s words, about how this world being a rotten place with Pokémon preying onto others, surfaced in Maya’s memories as her eyes darkened. That Blastoise, the one who tricked her big bro, held the real power behind Mayor Richard, his willing pawn. Her bro’s questions must have been digging too much about the new mayor for their own liking and the Blastoise, not wishing to have his strings over the town break, decided to kill him and steal the paperwork.

But how could she stop them? The ones who told her and others lie about her bro’s ‘heart condition’ rather than the true reason showed that the Blastoise’s control branched out beyond the mayor’s office. Who could she trust within this town? No one here would help her, so she did the only thing she could do.

She ran.

Tears fell as she ran around confused Pokémon and out through the door. She ran down the dirt road, her heart pumping hard against her chest. Even when her legs screamed out in pain, she still ran out of town.

Yet, as she ran, a seed planted within her, full of wrath over her brother’s death, the ones who caused it, and the pawns within the town.

“I will avenge you.”

-_-_-Present Day-_-_-

Maya kept on running, despite her legs begging her to stop as she entered a forest. The trees covered her with its shadows that covered her as she slowed down. Her heart, in pain, beat against her chest while she lifted her nose. The Midday Lycanroc then smiled, sensing no Pokémon from behind. Anyone who did chase after her she had managed to lose.

Yet, she sensed another Pokémon ahead.

The Lycanroc twitched her nose as she remembered the smell and who it belonged to, but there was another scent attached to it. She tried to place what or who that other scent was but couldn’t.

Despite it, she followed the smell since she knew the Pokémon it belonged to; the one who taught her the corruption within this world. He had met her many years after that meeting when she gained the traits and ability of a Zoroark by accident.

The woods opened a bit as she continued towards the source of the smell, and she saw him. But it looked like he learned a trick since their last meeting as her eyes widened.

There sat with his legs crossed in meditation a huge yellow and white Pokémon with black arms and legs down the knees and halfway down the forearms. The four black appendages, now hanging down from his head like hair, had spikes along with his yellow tail and a bit on his head, far different than the natural spikes on the chest and back of the hands. On his face, he wore a purple mask up from his muzzle that resembled to Maya a Ninetales.

The Midday Lycanroc stepped forward. “Hello again, Kyle.”

The Lucario opened his eyes, glowing blue at first, but it faded into his natural red eyes. “It has been awhile, Maya. I sensed your aura when you ran into the forest.”

“And I see that you gained the ability to grow in size,” Maya said, her eyes observing the giant Lucario who, even when sitting down, his head reached the tips of the trees. “Though what is with the mask?”

Kyle looked up through the tree branches, seeing the sky. “Since we last met, I was in a battle that lasted for three days and nearly died for it. My death would’ve been in vain if it wasn’t for him. He pulled me out from the darkness and granted his blessings, being impressed with my willpower. This is why I am my current size now. With it, I’ll fight them again.”

Maya’s eyes narrowed. “Why would Arceus-”

“No. He’s not a Pokémon. He’s one of them,” Kyle answered as Maya’s eyes widened in surprise and confusion. “Despite it, he seeks the same goal as me.”

“A traitor to his own kind?” Maya asked as she approached Kyle’s foot.

“Don’t be too surprised,” the Lucario said as he picked up the Lycanroc with his hand. “After all, everyone has a blight within their souls to the point that, if it weren’t for others having something they need, they wouldn’t deal with anyone else at all. That is the natural state of all creatures within the world.

“But in any case,” Kyle stared at the device, partly melted, attached on Maya’s leg, “another failed attempt?”

“No, I actually managed to succeed the last time I used it,” Maya answered as she emitted a growl. “I managed to grow up to 60 feet with it. But that Vulpix had to find a way to grow herself and destroy it. That Vulpix.”

“Vulpix,” Kyle said as he lowered Maya back to the ground.

“Yes.” Maya’s fur ruffled as she bared her fangs. “Who would've thought that a little Vulpix called Faith ruined my perfect revenge?”

Kyle’s hand twitched. “I see. I think I understand a bit more about what happened. In any case, because of my meeting with him, I have learned much more about anthro technology. I’ll fix your device.”

“Huh?” Maya blinked as she looked up at the giant Lucario. “Um, thank-”

A large hand came down and pressed against Maya’s body, causing her to whimper.

“Haven’t I taught you anything?” Kyle said as he glared at the small Lycanroc. “We all have a blight that prevents us from empathizing from one another unless we need something from them. I’m not doing this because I wish to help you. I’m doing this because I need you to help me and you can’t while you’re at this state.”

Maya lifted her head to speak, but Kyle twisted his hand and instead she gave out a pained yelp.

“I’m not finished. What I need you to do, after I fix this device, is to put your petty revenge on hold and try to capture this Vulpix you mentioned. But do not kill or maim her in any way.”


“I don’t need to tell you my reasons. I have doubts that you’ll succeed if she did have the ability to grow.” Kyle gave out a cold smile. “But even if you do fail, you’ll next meet my savior, and we’ll fight them. Is that clear?”

“Yes, yes! Please let me go!”

Kyle lifted his hand. “Good. Then together, we’ll wipe out all of the anthros within this world.”

Maya panted as she struggled to get back up to her feet. After several seconds of sliding down and getting back up again, she managed to put herself into a sitting position and looked up at Kyle, only to not see him. She lowered her vision, and there stood a Lucario, now normal size with only an imprint where he sat much larger than him as proof of his former size.

The Lucario walked towards her, stone face, as Maya closed her eyes. She felt the device being removed from her leg while a wind brushed between her ears, and she recalled his claws so long ago planting themselves on her head. Yet the windy claws seemed sorrowful rather than the joyful ones she remembered so long ago.

“It’ll take me a week to fix it.”

“That’s fine with me. Why not wait a little longer? Then I’ll help you and, afterwards, I’ll have my revenge against Arkanilacum.”

When she said those words, a wind blew by again, and the touch left her.

Writer's Guild / A Thief in the Night
« on: June 12, 2019, 11:42:00 PM »
Here is a story I've written for Caleb Lloyd, which involves muscle growth and fat furs. Enjoy!


Daren Crevan leaps up to the air with a force that caused the ground below him to shatter towards the gray-scaled dragon. The dragon shot out a jet of fire towards the anthropomorphic red fox, but Daren, with a swing of his Spiorad that was in the shape of a longsword, sliced it in half. The dragon’s eyes widened as Daren flew towards it and slammed his sword on his head, flat side.

The strike sent a shockwave with the nearby grass being blown away from the battle between fox and dragon, which had been happening for several long minutes, as Daren flung himself into the air up and behind the dragon’s tail. A few seconds passed, and the dragon collapsed onto the ground with a quake that was heard miles away, exhausted from the long battle. Daren looked back with a confident grin as his sword faded into a flame that flew into his chest.

“Well done, good sir.”

Daren looked at where the voice came from, and his sea blue eyes observed several brown-robed figures with all but one, their leader, with their hoods up, obscuring their heads. The one who wasn’t wearing her veil was a red cat with flowing red hair. She extended her hand, which Daren shook as she gave out a kind smile.

“It’s no problem at all,” Daren said as he gave a slight bow. “I even kept the dragon alive as you requested.”

“That is good,” the red cat said while letting go of Daren’s hand-paw and looked over the grey dragon. “This beast will make a fine creature for our sect’s research on heavier than air flight and trying to replicate it.”

“Very interesting,” Daren said as he followed the she-cat’s gaze. “Though I do fear that you won’t be able to contain him. At least, without seriously harming the creature.”

“Do not worry, our great warrior with flowers,” the cat responded, referring to Daren’s Hawaiian outer shirt. “Our sect had always made sure that the creatures we capture are safely secure and well kept. Then, when we’re done with them, we release them back into the wild far away from any town and city.”

“I sure hope so,” Daren said, observing her people’s tying up the dragon in steel chains. “That big boy gave me a bit of trouble.”

“Have faith in our ability to maintain the dragon as we had also maintained other similar, dangerous creatures,” the red cat said as she beckoned one of her monks to him who held a couple of wooden boxes. “But in any case, we shall reward you greatly as promised.”

The robed one first gave the anthro fox the larger of the two boxes that gave out a jangle when shook.

“500 gold pieces,” the she-cat said while Daren accepted the box and gave out a short bow. He turned around, but halfway through the turn, she continued: “Wait. There is one last gift we shall give to you.”

Daren blinked as he turned back with the robed monk giving the fox the smaller of the two boxes, which was the size of a big, fat fist. Daren’s left ear twitched as he lowered the chests and picked up the smaller one. His nimble fingers opened the chest, and his sea blue eyes met a bright pavilion-shaped jewel. His fingers then rubbed against the side of it, and his eyes widened more.

“How did you make this work of art?” Daren asked as he closed the box.

“I’m impressed that you can tell,” the cat said with a soft giggle. “With years of studying within our sect, we discovered a combination that, with the right mixture and amount of heat, makes something we can mold into our likings. That was just a prototype, but we hope to make more like it with far better use.”

“Thank you very much,” Daren said with a sincere tone while bowing low. “I know a friend who will love it and will especially love how you made it.”

Daren gave out another bow and walked away, not seeing the she-cat and her assistant bowing in return. His black paws walked through the silk-like grass as his big tail swayed in the cool breeze. The yellow sun shined in the sky, giving the area a warm feeling, which the red fox enjoyed since it was winter time in his own planet.

It was the second test with Project Oncoming Storm that allowed Daren to traveled to his world from another universe. The spaces between the universes were filled with almost impregnable darkness that prevented travel within the multiverse. The only way one could travel through was through a piercing light forcing open a path through the darkness. Fortunately, Daren’s group had one such light, Hope, and one that they could control to the degree that allows them to travel through with reasonable accuracy.

Of course, an unwise person would jump in without any way of coming back and, with the perhaps infinite size of the multiverse, it would be impossible to find that person if a path was open through a roulette. Alex, who was the leading creator of this system, did think of that and developed a tracking system that would allow him to track Daren even through another universe. Still, it wasn’t smooth on the first try on the network since Daren lost most of his clothes in that travel and landed in the middle of winter.

After walking for almost an hour, he entered an inn that he rented a room in for a week in advance as a place to rest after exploring and helping the people of this place. Daren walked up to the stairs, both chests in hand, and entered his room with not a sound. He placed the bigger of the two boxes on the table, filled with gold from a week of questing and helping. The red fox then put the smaller chest inside of a drawer and gave it a little pat before shutting it in. Then his fur gave out a cold-less shiver before he sat down in front of the table and begun the rest of the day counting the gold since he lost count yesterday.

Last day here on this world, Daren thought as his fingers picked up each gold piece and placed them inside of the chest, and I’ll be home.


An anthro fox, orange in fur color aside from his tannish torso, leaned back behind the inn with a knife hanging in the open on his waist-belt. His thin body, exposed through a free sleeveless coat, shows ribs underneath the fur. His stomach, flat and without a trace of muscle and fat, relaxed with his belt hanging loose while his kilt flapped against his skinny yet sturdy legs. His dark red eyes skimmed the nearby area as he flipped a gold coin with his fingers, his hands wearing fingerless gloves, which is an unusual feature for a foxy thief.

But then, Caleb always loves a challenge of not leaving behind any evidence of being there.

His brown ears twitched and, with his free hand, gripped against an open-air, which somehow emits a squeak from that action.

“How did you know I was there, Caleb?”

Caleb Lloyd gave out a sly smile. “You were sneaky, but not sneaky enough. Your steps can still be heard, and the grass below you bend against your feet, which looks like they were leaning themselves. For such a mouse like you, you still yet to master the ability to travel without any notice.

“But, in any case, tell me about the red fox you’ve been following for the last two days.”

“Um, from what I saw, I’ll say that you should abort trying to steal from him,” the invisible mouse answered. “That last mission he did he fought a dragon alone and managed to come on top without any serious harm to himself. He also displayed some magical abilities he can do and, from what I can see, that belt he wears allows him to carry a seemingly infinite number of items without any added weight. He’ll be a dangerous foe to fight against.”

Caleb’s smile turned into a smirk. “Sounds like a challenge to me. But enough about how tough that adventurer is. How much money does he get?”

“I cannot tell the exact amount, but in that last mission, he was given 500 gold pieces and something else that impressed him. Something that the sect created that he didn’t think they could’ve made.” The mouse paused. “You still intend to steal from him, aren’t you? I’m telling you that fox is too-”

“Ah, details, details,” Caleb said, putting his arm around the mouse shoulders. It looked odd since it looked like he was hanging out with an imaginary friend or was insane to an outsider. “I believe that I heard enough about him to come up with the perfect plan to steal from him tonight when he’s sleeping; even if he does wake up, the plan will negate any advantages that fox may have.”

“Oh? How so, if I may ask? Especially since, as I told you, he fought a drag-”

“It’s evident that the belt had an enchantment on it that allows the wearer to put the items in the form of compressed space,” Caleb said, ignoring the last sentence. “Useless for something to sell considering how common that is on items outside of the A on the belt. But, by removing it, I can remove pretty much removed most if not all weapons from his hands.

“But the real first thing I shall do is put this collar on him,” Caleb said as his hand entered his coat and pulled out an orange collar. “I brought this from a short fox mage. He assured me that it will suppress the wearer’s magic while wearing it.”

“OK, but what will prevent him-”

“-from taking it off?” Caleb finished for the mouse. “That’s the beauty of this collar. When it locks itself on, only magic can be able to unlock it. A foolproof way of making sure the collar stays on since they cannot use magic while wearing it and needing magic to unlock it.”

“Oh,” the mouse said. “But look at you. You haven’t stolen anything in a while now and, as a result, you’re super thin. One well-placed punch or kick will knock you out cold.”

“Don’t worry about me,” the orange fox said with a confident voice. “Especially since I brought my beefy sandwich for that mission. The one who will be giving that powerful punch or kick will be me.

“But, in any case,” Caleb flicked the coin in the air and watched it disappeared mid-air, “here is your payment. Thank you for your time. The diamond cupcake should last for another hour, so use it well.”

“Very well,” the invisible mouse said, pocketing the gold, with a tone that had given up. “Good luck. You’ll need it with that fox.”

“I’ll take my chances,” Caleb said as he let go of the invisible mouse and watched the grass before he bent against the mouse’s paws. From the spaces between the bent-up grass, the mouse had gone on a sprint.

The thief fox snickered under his breath when he felt that enough time had passed as he pulled out a couple of gold coins from between his hand-paw and glove. An effortless thing to do, despite the mouse being invisible, to pickpocketed him with his other hand.

Plus, Caleb noted as he looked at his once thin stomach, which had gained an extra inch of fat, it would make an attempt on stealing from the red fox more interesting.


The day passed on nighttime, with the sky showing a dark blue with shining stars in the air. Daren had collapsed into sleep while on the wooden chair when he had finished counting the gold pieces. While he doesn’t care about gaining money that much, a little extra doesn’t hurt for funding FOXWOOD. His mind felt numb when he finished counting them all to the level that the idea of slipping out of his clothes and flopping onto the soft bed felt so exhausting, let alone staying awake for an extra minute after counting the gold. The candle on the other drawer at the opposite of the bed burns down until the flame died a couple of hours after the red fox fell asleep.

Caleb saw the light faded away below him while tapping his paws, wearing boots as red as his gloves and exposed as much as his feet-paws. While an impatient thief would just jump in a couple of minutes after the light is gone, the orange fox knew that it would be too risky since the adventurer could still be alert. The minutes passed on since the light died until a half hour had passed when Caleb pulled out his hook with a rope attached to it and threw it up at the top of the three-story tavern’s roof. He gave it a quick tug before climbing the line like a quiet cat.

Once he got up to the second-floor window, he pulled out his knife and, pressing it between the window crack, managed to flick the lock open and threw the window open. His dark red eyes skimmed the room before he gave out a subtle smirk, seeing the red fox on the chair. Sure, him still wearing that belt would be extra tricky to take it off, depriving him of his tools, but it looked like a good challenge. Then, with silent paws, Caleb stepped into the room.

His eyes fell upon the chest on the table as he suppressed a snicker, seeing no lock on it. Did this adventurer think that no one would try to steal from him? The only reason why Caleb didn’t head towards the chest first and take all the gold within is because of his plan, which required him to put the orange collar on him.

Caleb tip-toed towards the sleeping fox as he pulled out the collar. The only real benefit of the adventurer fox sleeping on the chair instead of the bed, Caleb thought, was that it makes things easier to slip the collar on. Then, with silent ease, he wrapped the necklace around the red fox’s neck and heard a quiet click. Stage one complete. Now for step two.

Caleb’s eyes then skimmed down to the red fox’s waist and saw the belt on it with its golden A. He then gave out a grin as his hand touched the belt and slid it from the adventurer fox. The orange fox then slid it onto him, opposite of his own shoulder belt, as he gave out a grin.

Caleb’s excitement swelled within him, much more than stomach which had gained an extra inch of fat, as his paw touched the chest and opened it up. Caleb felt his eyes almost popped out from his skull when he saw just how much the red fox had in gold. He grinned wider as his hand reached out to its contents.

Daren felt disturbed for some reason as his brain got overwhelmed from how sore his body felt due to how awkward he slept on the chair. His hand-paw rose up and rubbed against his side due to instinct before a question flooded his mind due to not feeling something on him. Where was his belt?

His eyes shot open and, despite the darkness of the room, saw a figure standing beside him, who just opened the chest. His eyes fell upon the hand, the figure’s hand reaching out to the gold within, before he grabbed it with his left hand. Then, with a quick motion, he threw the thief against the other side of the room onto the floor.

“Bloody thief!” Daren said in an angry voice because he saw his own belt around the other fox’s shoulder and side. His hand then aimed at the thief, claws extended from his fingers, but nothing happened. He blinked before he realized that something was pressing against his neck. His hand then reached up to it and rubbed against the leather side, feeling a belt. “What is this thing?”

The thief below him, the light from the moon showing the orange fur on him, gave out a laugh. “A collar that suppressed your magic! Now you’re helpless!”

Daren’s eyes widened as he tugged at the collar, with it unyielding as a response. As he does so, the thief ahead of him raised up his knife and threw it at Daren. He ducked down with surprising reflexes as he gritted his teeth like a dog trying to break away from a tight leash. Then, with his left hand, he grabbed the wooden chair he was sleeping on and charged at the orange fox.

The fox ahead of Daren pulled out another knife from one of his many hidden pockets while grinning as he jabbed the blade through the seat of the chair. That proved to be a mistake since the red fox twisted the chair, breaking the thief’s grip on the knife in a quick, efficient manner. His dark red eyes widened as Daren raised up the chair and smashed it over the orange fox’s head, with it shattering to pieces and falling over his shoulder.

Caleb stumbled back, seeing dark splotches before his eyes for a second before he shook his head. He then raised his arm up, blocking the adventurer’s fist, and swung it away before giving out his own punch. His punch connected to the red fox’s stomach, knocking him back, his eyes determined. Even without his tools and magic, he’s still a tough foe, Caleb thought. His eyes then darted down to the ground and saw a steel gleam on the floor through the moon’s light.

“Urk,” Daren said under his breath, feeling the air within him got punched out as he stumbled back. His feet-paws stumbled back before standing firm and looking ahead. His sea blue eyes then saw the orange fox reaching down to the chair remains. Daren, realizing what the thief saw, swung his foot-paw up and connected at the forehead.

“Gah,” Caleb said as his paws flew off from under his feet and he swung back. His back then impacted the wooden floor below him, with it giving out a cracking sound. Despite the pain flowing through his head, his mind was clear. Caleb’s feet-paws, feeling the chair remains, kicked up the seat of the chair where the knife still stuck out from and grabbed it. Then, rolling up as he removed the blade from the chair, he swung the blade at the adventurer.

Daren jumped back, feeling the air shivered as the knife slashed through his shirt and some of his chest fur. He then jumped back more, his sea blue eyes never breaking contact with the dark red eyes, as his hands grabbed for any objects he could use. Then they felt a long, brass object which he gripped onto.

The thief grinned again, seeing how the adventurer lost the advantage before he charged ahead with the knife low. He then thrust it as the red fox swung something he held. His hand then filled his head with pain as he dropped the knife, his hand just met the candlestick the red fox swerved. Caleb gave out a pained yelp as he saw the red fox swung again, the impact at his chubby stomach causing him to stumble back to the other end of the room, tripping over the bed, and falling on top of it.

Daren bent down and picked up the knife as his sea blue eyes watched the orange thief fell onto the bed. He then stood up straight, the candlestick on one hand and knife on the other, and ran towards the other fox. Even with the advantage like this, best to keep up the momentum and not to relax just because the opponent is down since they could always get back up. Best to make sure they stay down.

The foxy thief, despite his dark red eyes seeing stars, still managed to see what the red fox was down and reached down into his pocket. Caleb then gave a quick grin as he rolled off the bed, avoiding a downward stab, and pulled out his beefy sandwich wrapped in paper. He hoped to not use it, but the adventurer gave out a better fight than he expected. His mouth opened up large and ate the sandwich whole even with the paper.

Daren swung the candlestick down to the thief’s head, intending to crack it open. The thief caught it with his hand as the red fox blinked, noting the surprising strength the orange fox showed. His sea blue eyes widened as they saw the thief below him started to grow, with expanding muscles all over his body. His abs, once pudgy, became ripped as his pecks rose bigger and broader. His arms also thicken up with physiques, doubling in size.

The orange fox tightened his grip on the candlestick, causing it to crumble like a thin piece of tin, as he ripped it off the adventurer fox’s grasp. Then Caleb swung his fist from his other arm, hitting the red fox’s chest. His dark red eyes saw the red fox ahead of him, who gave him so much trouble for so much loot, flung off from the floor and at the wall at the other side of the room with a loud crack.

The red fox slid down from the impact area as his back screamed out in pain, and his ears drooped down. Daren’s head leaned back as his instincts screamed in his head to stand up again. Despite the pain and the strong punch he received, his body had taken far worse before and could still fight. Yet he forced himself to be slump back against the wall, his eyes seeing through between his eyelids. He lost the advantage to an unseen circumstance, and it’s best to wait until the thief opened himself to the ‘defeated’ Daren.

Caleb chucked as he got back onto his own feet-paws, his eyes looking at the beaten adventurer. Despite the red fox putting up a far better fight than even he planned for, he managed to claim victory. Yet, because of the loud noise from that impact, Caleb should get the loot before someone got here. As such, with his quick hand- and feet-paws, he went to the chest on the table and picked it up.

Daren’s eyes looked at the thief as he tried to put out the fiery anger burning within his head. This other fox, the other fox who came in, sealed his magic, took his priceless belt, and was now taking all the gold Daren put in a week worth of work in gaining. He fought the urge to stand up and fight again, his reason knowing how the time wasn’t right to go for a round two and trying to find a way to calm himself down.

Yet, he does when he saw Caleb’s stomach expanded not too long after he picked up the chest. He wondered if it was because he was still gaining strength, but then Daren noticed that the thick abs protruding from under that skin and fur faded into a thick layer of fat. The red fox scanned more about this thief from between his eyelids and saw the same was happening all over the orange fox’s body, who seemed to gain an extra two hundred pounds in fat. The fact that the thief’s kilt, rather than snapped off from all the extra mass, stretched out to fit his fat body that could snap a chair by just sitting on it showed that this wasn’t unexpected.

Caleb snickered to himself, patting his now huge belly before his ears twitched as they heard a moan. His paws, already heading towards the open window, paused as his head twisted in a slow-paced matter, with his dark red eyes looking at the sea blue eyes of the adventurer. His eyes widened a bit, wondering how the adventurer could still be awake after such a powerful punch, as the red fox below him struggled to lift his head, looking at the now fat fox in wonder.

“Forgive me for prying,” the red fox asked as he leaned his head back to better look at Caleb, “but why are you getting fatter?”

Caleb looked down at the red fox with a critical eye. He wondered if he should answer that question or not. On one hand-paw, it’s not like the adventurer could still fight back, but on the other, Caleb should get out of there as quick as he could and, having gained a massive amount of weight already, it would be slow progress. After a few seconds, he made his decision.

“I got a gypsy curse on me just because I refused to pay her,” Caleb answered. “Made it so that any valuable objects and money I steal, resulting in me fattening up. It’s a bit of a blessing since it only adds to the challenge.”

“I see,” the red fox responded as his head rolled to the side. “Is it always some specific amount or-”

“It’s proportional to how valuable the treasure is,” Caleb answered, cutting in as he heaved the box over one of his shoulders. “Lesser value means less fat to gain.”

Daren’s right eye looked at his belt slung around the thief’s chest and shoulder as his eyebrow rose. It doesn’t really make sense if it really was proportional to how valuable the treasure is since the Fóntais belt would be considered a priceless relic. It had existed for eons with only one other belt like that, having been made by his ancestors in another planet long ago. If this thief really gets a certain amount of fat depending on how valuable the object is, Daren doubted that the entire field would be vast enough to contain the orange fox’s expanding girth. Yet, it doesn’t seem like that thief gained that much fat from it.

Unless it also works in how valuable he thought it is.

“In any case,” Caleb said as he stepped towards the window, “this has been a massive amount of fun. I’m only disappointed in how quick it ended up being. But I must go and plot on how to spend my loot. Tootles.”

Caleb’s grabbed the underside of the window and was lowering his head under it before his ears heard from the red fox: “At least he didn’t steal my diamond.”

“Oh-ho,” Caleb said, pausing as he turned back to the red fox, who was looking at the shelf next to the bed. “You said that you have a diamond? Inside of that shelf you’re looking at?”

“Please don’t take it,” Daren said in a pleading tone. “It was a gift from the sect for helping them out on that dragon. Carefully carved in a brilliant cut and clear as the air. It was the last thing I expected to see when I came to this place.”

Caleb gave out a laugh as he lumbered back from the window and towards the shelf. Despite the extra mass he gained, he wanted the diamond for himself. He pulled it open and, seeing a small brown box, picked it up and opened it up. His eyes widened as they shined as bright as stars, seeing what the red fox described within. He pulled it out from the box, the diamond the size of his fist.

“Yes!” Caleb said in a loud voice. “I’m so rich-”

Caleb’s stomach gave out a louder growl before it surges with fat. His own waist and shoulder belt felt tight and squawks out against the sudden income of fat across his chest as his kilt stretched out from his expanding waistline. The wooden floor groaned when his belly crashed against it and his arms and legs, already humongous from the muscles and fat, tripled in size from the newfound fat.

Caleb’s cheeks fatten up, pressing against his coat’s collar, while his neck disappeared underneath the foot of fat. His rear expanded, filling up so that it could engulf the bed behind him when sitting down, while his own belt snapped off from his chest. He gritted his teeth as he felt himself swelling up more and more with fat, still gripping onto the diamond tight until even his height had grown an extra three feet. Just when he feared that he wouldn’t stop becoming fatter, he stopped, having gained an additional three thousand pounds with his waist as broad as seven feet.

“Huh. I didn’t expect it to work this well, but I’m not disappointed at all.”

Caleb blinked as he struggled to turn his head or even move at all, his newfound fat and muscles fighting against every movement he tried. He gritted his teeth more as his fingers clutched the diamond closer, trying to make sure he doesn’t drop it despite his hand growing an inch of fat. His dark eyes widened when they saw the adventurer fox in front of him, looking well.

“Now then,” Daren said, pressing a finger up against the orange fox’s chest, “time to put you down.”

The thief tried to move forward, hoping to crush the adventurer with his mass, but his stomach fought against it from the floor. Instead, the finger on his chest pressed harder with Caleb’s eyes widening, realizing what the other fox was doing. He fell back, his body jiggling from the impact of the bed, as a loud crunch emitted from under it. The stuffing within the mattress ripped out through the sides as the wooden support snapped into splinters if not dust. Caleb gave out a yelp as the diamond fell off from his hand-paw.

“How convenient that you don’t start slimming down when you lost what you stole,” Daren said as he gave out a chuckled. “Make things even easier.”

Daren, with a quick hand, picked up the seethrough treasure before he placed it back in its rightful place. His eyes then turned to the thief, who’s grunting and making motions with his arms that looked like flailing. The red fox then bent down against the orange fox’s side and went through his pocket, the A on his belt giving out a glimmer.

“If you’re trying to find a key, forget it,” Caleb said in an arrogant tone. “Magic is the only thing that can unlock it, which you can’t use.”

“I wasn’t looking for a key, but thanks for the tip,” Daren replied with a foxy grin as he pulled out a long, metal rod with a light at the end of it. The orange fox blinked and tried to tilt his head as Daren pressed a button and light and buzzing sound emitted from it. A couple of seconds passed before a hard ding sound echoed in the room, the collar slammed against the ground.

“W-what? That’s impossible,” Caleb said through grunts. “You shouldn’t be able to use magic.”

“It’s a good thing there was an external magical power source in the TF Scriúire,” Daren said as he, in one singular motion, removed his belt off of the thief’s chest and waist. “Just in case.”

Caleb’s ears twitched. “A TF wha-”

The door swung opened, and an orange cat, the owner of the inn, stepped in. His mouth hung opened as he stared at the strangeness within the room; in particular, the world’s fattest fox. Before long, he found the words to speak: “What happened here?!”


“That sounded like an awkward moment,” a silver vixen said, sitting beside Daren, who was laying on some sort of bed-like contraption. “What happened next.”

“There wasn’t much to tell, to be honest with you,” Daren said, feeling the bed rubbing his backbone from top to bottom and back again. The white room, painted bright, hurts anyone’s eyes by just staring into the wall, so Daren looked up at the ceiling where variations like a darker shade of white with black splotches painted on hurt less.

“To put it simply, Zelda, I managed to explain what happened to the inn owner and he called in several strong soldiers to carried the troublesome thief away. Caleb Lloyd, they told me, was wanted for stealing all over the country, and they paid me a massive amount for assisting in his capture. I admit that I gave most of it to the inn owner as an apology to the mess over his protests. Then I waited at the designated spot, and Ash came to pick me up.”

“Glad to see things went well, despite the last night there,” Zelda said, smiling as she nuzzled Daren’s ear. Daren blushed as the machinery below him stopped humming and rubbing his back. “Also, I’m glad to see that you’re not as ticklish when your back is touched. In any case, I suggest that you lie down on this for one half-hour every day this week.”

“Very well,” Daren said as he rolled himself up and sat at the side. “Just glad that the gift that sect me proved to be more valuable than I expected.”

“It’s a diamond, so of course it’s valuable,” the silver vixen said, her bright blue eyes looking at the sea blue eyes. She paused for a few seconds, waiting.

“There’s one thing I neglected to tell you about it and what I deliberately hid from that thief,” Dared said after a few seconds.

“What do you mea-”

The door swung opened, and an anthro coyote stepped into the room, his grin as wide as his jawline. “Hello D-Man and Z. Sorry for the interruption, but I finished checking over the goods you brought with you. I must say, that piece of plastic is so incredibly well made that it took me a few seconds to realize that it’s not a diamond.”

“WHAT?!?!” Zelda said in a loud voice that Daren winced. “That was just a piece of plastic?!”

“Yes, Z. Rather impressive, especially since Daren told me that it’s roughly around low middle-ages tech with some high middle-ages. But, all the same, a piece of well-crafted plastic.”

Zelda gave out a stare at Daren, who gave out a shrug in response. “Other than as a piece of curiosity, it’s completely worthless. But then, Caleb didn’t know that.”

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