What do you think?

Is an animorphs book cover a "comic" or a "sequence"?

This sunday, I'm going to be at shiftercon online. We're going to talk about BBS, MUDs, ftp, AIM, AHWW, TSA, WOC, LTF, NMF, and the fact we had to acronym everything back then because of file size naming restrictions.

Oh, and transformation.

I will be going to shiftercon, an online convention hosted on discord and VR chat.

I will be co-hosting the history of online TF panel with Comus.

And to be honest I would love some help. I was more concentrating on doing art and not paying attention to trends, so I only have a rough outline of what to talk about. Comus and I will be doing a lot of " what was your first TF?" After I run out of material to talk about.

Please share here things you remember about the early internet TF scene.

Thanks!

I wish all transformation artists would display their work as a sequence of images or an animation. I do not like comic books, or collages, or single images. A transformation should be a surprise to you as much as the victim.

You make the journey together. You start off human, you see yourself change, you wind up completely different.

I just thought I should say something. I'm doing the super sponsor thing, might do some drawings for people.

I have my heavily closeted leprechaun outfit, and a Men in Black outfit where I'm escorting Fanby my plush ferret that I have been adding accoutrement to for decades.

There's a TON of transformation panels at this year's Midwest Furfest 2022.

I was GOING to troll the convention as a man in black with x-ray specs, but if there's so many TF panels, I have to be Picklejuice again.

I'm trying to write some spells.

Wish me luck.

Recently I came across a question on quora: https://www.quora.com/Youve-turned-.....thur-Pearson-1

You've turned into a demon. The only way to turn back is to heat a hundred humans. Would you do it?


You turned me into a demon?

Me?

As punishment?

[Pic of Viscinni 's sh*t-eating grin, captioned "You'd like to think so!"]

But, no. You’ve fallen victim to one of the classic blunders: never punish a masochist.

You turn me into this shrexy beast?

[Pic of Darkness from Legend in all his shrexy glory]

Oh, noes! Whatever shall I do?

"Oh please Brer Fox, whatever you do, please don't throw me into the briar patch!"

No, I would not eat 100 humans. Not unless they were into it.

I'm going to go through my account at some point and get rid of images that no longer reflect who I am.

Not sure when I'll get around to it, but I thought I'd give everyone a heads up so they can save anything they think is worthy but I don't.

I'm not deleting my copies of them, so if you miss your opportunity to save your art I can still help you out. If I have time. And I'm on here.

Which I've been known to neglect for months at a time...

Of the 10,000 images I just sorted through, half were TF related, and of them there were about 10-20 sequences.

:/

I'm very disappointed. I really don't understand how anyone can prefer single-image "transformation" comics.

Ya kinda need to see him as mostly human...

And then see him as an animal....

And a LOT of stages in between.

That's a transformation, people. Single images of some random middle stage of the transformation... That's pretty worthless.

Doesn't matter how good the image is. I don't get it if you have all that time to spend on making a transformation, you waste it on making a single image look nice in stead of finding a way to make more stages as quickly as possible in stead.

Ugh.

Anyone remember Bullet, the gender ambiguous fourth powerpuff?

Who was a squirrel. A powerpuff squirrel.

You feel a twinge.

The burger was pretty good, but the guy behind the counter had this weird glint in his eye as he took your money.

You felt the juice and the heat and the meat slide down your throat after delighting every taste and warm juicy sensation on your tongue.

But now that you're standing and walking out of "TF Burger!" ... there's a twinge.

Something spreading out from your belly, the fizz of the pop and the warmth of the lump of just delicious FOOD in your BELLY.

"Oh..." You say unbidden as the twinge hits again, this time like a brisk winter's breeze over your whole body.

Rip-CRACK.

You look down at your feet, seeing dark claws have suddenly torn out of your shoes and gripped the pavement. The tearing of the rest of your shoes doesn't really seem like your feet were GROWING as much as the shoes were SHRINKING and tearing themselves apart as you watched your pink feet fill out like a pair of hot balloons, bigger furry toes clutching the remains of your shoes as you stumble back.

Your back hits the wall and reminds you that "your feet" aren't something you can run away from.

Fur covers them now, rich dark chocolate brown on top and cream white on the soles. You look back at the storefront of "TF Burger!" only to see it's gone. The niche restaurant you thought you'd try on a whim ... it's like it never was, and you're staring in stead at a ramshackle hut with a "condemned" sign on it.

Condemned.

The word resonates, as it seems like you're most definitely condemned to some sort of furry fate.

An urge to hide grips you, like perhaps if no one sees you it'll all go away and you can go back to your life. You pull back the condemned sign and struggle into the dark hut, also wildly hoping for that receipt you casually tossed away.

Maybe you like TF and furry, but still seeing it happen to your flesh in real time when (until now) you've never heard of anything like it happening in real life leaves a lot of scary questions bubbling up.

What am I turning into?

Am I growing, or are my new feet just big?

And, you say aloud in a hushed whisper as you stare at your tingling fingers: "How far is this going to GO?"

Like your feet, the claws on your hands come in a rush, curling out from the tips where your nails once were. All five appear to be short and blunt, better for gripping the ground (like your feet) than for "ripping someone to shreds" so that's a plus. You hope.

Over and over you turn your hands as they change, watching the dark chocolate fur spread from where the claws meet your skin, down to your knuckles, then wrists. Also: dark chocolate on the backs with palms of creamy white.

You blink.

"Skunk?" the thought comes and goes, as you had other things to do.

Looking around the abandoned shack, you see piles and piles of boxes marked "Archives" and (still feeling the need to hide) you move a few and hunker down behind them so they block the path between you and the door.

The door - back to reality, back to humanity, back to the Real World which feels oh-so-UNreal right now.

The change has moved under your clothes, with your hands and feet fully furred and clawed, padded and inhuman. You feel the fur weaving out of your skin as it creeps up ankle and wrist, calf and forearm. You find you don't know what to do with your handpaws, now, waving them in front of you nervously. On instinct, you slap them onto the ground. Perhaps to keep them as far away from your head as possible.

And that's when the tail starts to grow.

Like a surfer using his hand to describe a wicked wave he thrashed last week, your tailbone curls out from its cemented vestigial impotence to fully-erecting tent your pants and continue the wave back up your spine all the way to your skull and a sudden SHOUT breaks through the back of your throat. It's a snake now, your whole spine, and it hears a mobo beat your ears don't. Thrashing and curling, your whole spine (and slowly growing tail) whip your whole body as you stop sitting and start standing ....

on all fours.

Somehow your tail curls left and out and over your pants, pushing them down just enough to let it wag free.

There's a pause now and you start to catch your breath. You look behind and see the color pattern remains: dark chocolate fur on back, creamy white underbelly. The tail looks curled like a Shibe or husky and you blink at it once. Then several times, mentally willing the change to stop right there and go no further.

And then comes the ear-splitting whine.

You don't make the sound - it is what you hear as your ears transform, bulging out and growing the same chocoalte-and-cream fur. Shaking your head, knowing something's changed there, not seeing it, you look around desperately. Further into the shack you see a cracked, dirty sink and a broken ...

"Convenient Mirror Is Convenient." You say to yourself, and make your way over.

Halfway there, you realize you're walking comfortably on all fours .. so you stand up. Tall again, head slightly spinning, your hold your arms out and look at yourself. Your clothes aren't strained over an expanding hulk-like body but in fact are a little loose in odd places, the underlying body having shrunk or grown in places.

You remember why you stood up, and shuffle over to the mirror.

Furred black-and-cream pawhands gripping the cracked sink, you see and feel the fur creeping up from under your collar to begin to enclose your face. Your whole body is furred, leaving only your head. Yes, your ears have changed - husky ears, pulled back in fear. You grab your left ear with your handpaw and pull it out to look at the creamy interior and now the whine comes from you. You're still changing.

Dream-come-true or not, you didn't ask any for this, and your body is changing at the whim of a supernatural thing from beyond you've never met.

The fur overtakes your normal hair, and you see the edges of your jaw and throat are revealing a fox-like fur pattern emerging on your face. Breathing through your nose heavily, it blackens and curls up and out into a dog's nose, pulling your lips with it over elongating rows of teeth growing sharp. Grimacing, pulling your lips back, you watch as the teeth grow out into the fangs of a dog. Screwing your eyes shut, the last of the fur covers your head and eyelids and you're completely covered in fur.

Several seconds pass, breathing heavily. You look at yourself, gripping the sink. You turn your head left and right to see the fur and eyes and fangs and ears. Your every fur folicle stands on edge.

Then a minute. You're still griping the think with your still-opposable-thumbed handpaws, and you slowly relax. Your ears snap forward. Your tail waves gently back and forth. Your grip on the sink softens.

You stand.

You look at your handpaws.

You glance over your shoulder at and wag your tail.

You eye your ears in the mirror and flick them back and forth.

You blink.

You open your mouth as far as it can go, and let your tongue curl back between your canine fangs as you watch your image in the mirror.

You hesitate, but it must be done, and there's no one around. You start to unbutton your shirt.

It's a little tricky at times with your new handpaws, but you eventually get the job done, and can see yourself. All of yourself from top to bottom.

A voice in the back of your head says mildly "Not so bad..."

And you feel another twinge.

Your spine and tail decide to do the mambo again, and you find yourself on all fours. Now your neck curls again, and your head pulls back to a position impossible for a normal human body. Your precious opposable thumb shrinks back and your palms stretch out and your fingers bulge.

Your thighs shorten but thicken, your feet grow longer, and your chest barrels out. In a few seconds...

You're a dog, from head to toe.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzgyVi1TI7Q

This link is the only way you'll see this video. It's unlisted.

http:/www.patreon.com/picklejuice13

For continued life.

https://youtu.be/JKP3Kwnv2II

Set in the Iron Wolf universe, audio, sequence, yadda yadda yadda.

Hit my patreon if you want more like this http://www.patreon.com/picklejuice

https://youtu.be/oI9PwzLGNuY

I didn't do this art, and I got permission from the guy who did it to post it here with my mangled Danger Mouse parody song I did.

Original art and permission to post:

http://wom-bat.deviantart.com/art/T.....nger-583824844

Enjoy. Or... at least try. :)

Oh! And don't forget to visit the BRAND NEW PATREON FOR FEEZLEKAHN/WOM-BAT!!!

https://www.patreon.com/Feezlekahn

:o

http://www.patreon.com/picklejuice

Okay uhh... I got backed up in commissions and indexing... and I said "okay. It's Business Thursday, time to post the first new page for Sonix Fox patreon.

And I looked at the patron levels and saw "$5 per page = discount <b>**PLUS YOU IN TOB**</b>"

...

But not the rest of what I wrote for that:

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<b>10% discount on any private commission, and this is REALLY crazy, but I'll redraw your choice of one panel of one page of The Office Bitch Your-Character-Herer-style.

(Collectable after 4 paid updates totalling $20)</b>

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BUT what this MEANS is I'm INFERRING that people are chomping at the bit for more TOB action. I mean - they'd contribute even MORE money, but SOMEONE snagged the SINGLE top $10 slot!

Which means I should really start that TOB patreon that I've been working on.

And in order to do THAT...

HERE HE ARRIVES! IT'S ANAL RETENTIVE MAN!!!

I need to index all of my most recent art (2013 through 2015) aaaand.... that's a big job. v.v

Apparently I did a metric ton of art over the course of those 2 years and none of it is indexed. (That's one of the reasons I haven't been posting art - I want to make sure I haven't posted things repeatedly to the same spot, and I want to make sure I post it all and I need an index to do that and 1900+ comic pages later ACK!)

Phew.

Okay anyway so I think I promised some people I'd be posting a new finished page this week, but in stead you're going to get rare character studies of the main characters and other arts I made for Iron Wolf and Sonix Fox.

I'll post more to the TOB tumblr I started and keep working hard on the new index so I can finish the TOB patreon and all you crazy cats can flee the sinking ship that is PG art for the oop-bikka BOW-chow that is TOB.

I repeat, the $5 Patron level has a little more text in it detailing exactly what it is supposed to be. Last change. I promise! Until next year...

Well, it looks like everyone's changed their pledges so no one will be overcharged...

Everyone but 4 of you that is...

Well, if anyone feels like they've been overcharged, I'll refund you somehow. Next week I'll be coloring the first page of Sonix Fox.

The roughs for it and the next 4 pages are posted as well on my patreon.

http://www.patreon.com/picklejuice/

word.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PStIwO_b1zM

https://www.patreon.com/picklejuice

Sonix Fox is a story I wrote and sketched years ago. It illustrates why there's so many transformations happening in my universe, AND it explains who is doing it.

It's my attempt at a "serious" superhero type comic with real people and real emotions.

And foxes. Can't forget the foxes.

http://www.patreon.com/picklejuice

http://ironwolfcomic.tumblr.com/ has a few hints of Sonix Fox in it, but the next series set in the Iron Wolf universe revolves around the little girl-turned-fox who (like Iron Wolf) wanted to change back into a human...

In this story arc, she's succeeded: she's a girl again, no longer a fox.

She's "normal" again... and is starting to wonder if that's actually what she wants.

All of my universes and stories are set either inside the Iron Wolf universe, or are shadows of the Iron Wolf universe. A world where magic has been suppressed for years and is now coming back...

in the form of transformations.

The first publicly "known" transformation victim is Iron Wolf, splashed across the Chicago news, fighting law enforcement (Lt. Neil Relby).

It's Jo "Sonix Fox" Relby, his niece, who urges Neil to FIND Iron Wolf and find some way to change her back. For both of them to change back.

And they do.

But even that holds unintended consequences.

Subject To Change usually explores the world where these transformations are a little more well known, but Sonix Fox explores the early years, where no one's heard of Lako Lagomorph and has only begun to find out who Iron Wolf and Jo Relby are.

Is it you?

I saw you at Furry Migration 2015 and even nodded and talked and said "Oh hey, yeah, let's get together sometime."

I meant it... but never got the chance to stare at your badge to make a mental note of your name.

EDIT:

It's Zest! Or is it now... ?

Basics

Nickname: Picklejuice, Pickle
Location: Minnesota
Age: 40
Height: 5'11"
Zodiac sign: Virgo
Pets: Fanby the stuffed ferret
Favorite thing about yourself: Perfect confidence
Worst habit: Utter incompotence.
Fun fact: I starred as "Snoopy" in the BEAHS play "SNOOPY!!!" but was uncredited in the credits.

Identity, Sexuality & Personality

Gender identity: Male
Sexual preference: TF
Romantic preference: Huh?
"Kinsey Scale" score: 3
Hogwarts house: Slytherin. In real life, Harry Potter was a rich jock with mean parents. Cry me a river(!) Hermione did his homework for him, he hung out with a thug, and he didn't make an intelligent and planned step in his entire life.

Routine

"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": Insomniac
First thought in the morning: Bathroom.
Last thought before falling asleep at night: Tomorrow.

School/Work
Do you work or are you a student: Self-employed freelance artist for the last 5 years. Most small time businesses go tits up in the first 5 years so wahoo!
What do you do well: Pencil work. Which people don't usually respect. And is hard to color.
Where do you see yourself in 5 years: In the gutter

Habits (Do you…?)

Drink: No more. It makes holes in the brain and gives you Multiple Scelerosis.
Smoke: I learned how to smoke "clove" cigarettes, watching myself like a hawk for the first moment I said to myself "I could use a smoke." When that happened, I stopped.
Do drugs: No more. Mary Jane makes my brain stop and when I come out of it that pisses me off.
Exercise: Biking in the summer, Karate in the winter. (Still a yellow belt, not serious)
Have a go-to comfort food: Apples or tomatoes
Have a nervous habit: Full body contortions in an attempt to move muscles I normally don't. Seriously. I do it all the time when walking around. People think I'm insane or retarded or both. In stead, I'm a GENIUS.

What is your favorite…?

Physical quality (in yourself): Naturally curly dirty blonde hair and blue eyes
In Others: If they're a RL furry - literally half human, half animal. Physically. In real life. I'm disappointed a lot.
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): Humility
Food: LEFTOVER spaghetti heated up with butter on it plus bread with lots of butter on it plus cold milk plus chips.
Drink: R.C. Cola
Animal: Teenage Mutant Ninja Sloth
Colors: Green
Artist/Band/Group: THE NICK ATOMS, Possible Oscar, Weird Al Yankovic
Author: Michele Ende (author of Die Unendliche Geschichte, aka The Neverending Story the book the movie was based on)
TV Show: Doctor Who
Video game: Fallout series (I literally cried at the end of Fallout 1)
Actor/Actress: Annette O'Toole for her Jeckel/Hyde performance as Martha Kent / Dawn in the Smallville episode "Spirit"
Movie: An American Werewolf In London
Blogger: Me

When I was 14 I knew a guy who knew a guy who worked at a foundry. For the price of metal, he let me put things into the test sprues.

One of these things was a solid brass statue of Iron Wolf.

ironwolfcomic.tumblr.com/

I'm selling copies of all 5 issues of Iron Wolf at Furry Migration. I made 100 copies of Iron Wolf, and there are 8 copies left. After they're gone, that's it.

If you want to support me doing more PG and mainstream stuff, this is where you need to speak up.

I'll have my solid brass statue of Iron Wolf at Furry Migration. You can lift it up. If you can.

I don't usually do shout outs, but this good friend of mine deserves some props. He draws vectors with his bare hands. That's how good he is. Every line on this piece:

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/17504518/

is done by hand.

BY HAND, PEOPLE!!! The man is a MACHINE!

I WON the Iron Artist competition last year and got a free ride to this year's Migration.

Why should you care? This year I'm bringing three paintings - a tryptic - that I actually put some effort into and put in some spectacular custom frames.

Here's a rough of the first of the three: http://ajpart.deviantart.com/art/Th.....ring-509493630

There's also Fall and Winter, red and white dragons.

I'm also providing a framed copy of my winning entry of last year's Iron Artist competation.

Just thought you should know.