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Ahhhh, this was the life.
Rygone smiled as the wind tugged at the string in his hand, the Noibat kite it was connected to high in the sky drifting along at its own floating pace. Breathing deeply of the fresh air and basking in the warm gleam of the early afternoon sun, the young man wasn't sure why he hadn't done this before.
It was relaxing. Just him and the single task of keeping a hold of a single string. That was easy, and the reward was so very worth it. He was kinda glad that he had picked up the lonely little kite on a whim while browsing through that bin full of discarded toys.
Now, it wasn't that he had anything against kites. It was more that he just never really thought about enjoying them. It's not like they came up in his day to day very often, and when they did, it was generally accompanied by the knowledge that he couldn't just go do it. Work either demanding his attention or the day being not quite right for the activity.
Yet, soon as he laid eyes on the cute little design, he knew he had no more excuses. So, here he was and he was enjoying every minute of it.
The string tugged at his hand, almost like a child demanding attention, and he gladly gave it as he swooped the kite around with a sense of internal glee.
"I wonder what it would be like to fly up there like that." he voiced to no one in particular, the idle curiosity coming and going without much fanfare. It must be nice, he had to assume, getting to sweep among the clouds while viewing the world from above with a sense of joyful clarity.
Too bad becoming a pilot was so expensive.
...
Did he just hear something tear?
The young man looked around with a sense of intrigued curiosity and surprise. It had sounded pretty close, but there was no one else there. Did he just imagine it?
Shrugging, Rygone concentrated back on the task at hand. Managing the string for just a while longer before he inevitably had to head back home.
"Oh? When did you get there?" he questioned upon seeing that the string had wound itself around his arm. It seemed to drift along with a lighter air than he was used to. Tugging at it with his other hand, he found the string resisting his guided touch, even as the kite high above continued to swoop with an almost happy dance.
This was strange and he couldn't exactly blame it on the windy day either. Rygone could feel the string flowing around his body with a magical purpose as he struggled to try and untangle himself.
RIIIIIP
The surprised man nearly jumped at the sound as he felt a sudden pressure building within his hoodie and pants. It was like something was struggling to get out only... he could somehow feel what it was. Two wildly unusual circumstances with near equal concern.
"He-hey stop tha-NOIVERN!" He cried out as he stumbled forward, his sense of balance being thrown off. Everything felt weird but there was no describing the sensation of having the back of his pants suddenly tear open to reveal a lengthy reptilian-like tail. Colored in black with a shade of a faded green along the bottom, it had what appeared to be a wicked looking tip that shouted that it belonged to a predator.
Rygone panted as the changes were barely giving him time to think. He could feel a pressure beginning to now build in his shoes, even as that dreaded ripping sound began to come from his treasured hoodie. He could see his nose turning upright into two points with a crimson sheen, even as he realized he could feel his ears somehow waving atop of his head with an auditory clarity that was nearly overwhelming.
"N-noivern!" Rygone attempted to stammer out, the word dancing upon his tongue with an animal's essence. What the heck was going on? People didn't just suddenly transform like this!?
He whimpered as he felt the pressure in his shoes continue unabated, and with wide eyes he saw as two deadly looking claws punctured the rubbery material from inside of his right footwear with ease. Struggling to maintain his balance, he saw with a shock of fear as his shoe split apart to reveal a pair of tough bat-like claws which clutched at the grass instinctually.
The string continued to wrap around the changing man and he could feel as the pressure on the sleeves and torso of his hoodie continued to build and build. It almost felt like his arm was sticking to his body, begging to be freed from its cloth prison. With a whimper, he realized he could see his previously human hand was beginning to turn into a deep red as he developed into the claws of whatever creature he was becoming. Black scales marching down his hand he could see as the sleeve of his hoodie began to tear where the dark scales reached, and soon the start of a bat-like wing began to emerge from the ruined material.
He tried to let go of the string, but his still human hand was fastened to it, the charge from the now undoubtedly magical item continuing to wrap around his body, encouraging his changes with a wild touch. Unsure of how to resist, Rygone could feel as a sense of warmth built upon his chest and check and with a start he realized that he could what could only be called white fur peeking out of his hoodie's top.
Everything was swimming and as more and more of his wing filled out from his tearing sleeve, the young man could feel himself losing more and more of his balance. The wrapping string combined with his swinging tail, unsure footing, and side-heavy mutation were each playing a part, and soon he could manage it no longer. With a shrieking cry, he fell over and landed on his back with a grassy oomph.
Splayed out, he could feel the cool grass against his new additions even as he felt the rest of his body working to catch up.
Trying to rise up, Rygone found the feat impossible thanks to his unfamiliar new wing and foot claw. Defeated, he simply lay there, feeling as his second shoe and sleeve came undone to reveal his new inhuman anatomy. Within a matter of a few seconds, he was done. Tail twitching upon the verdant ground, Rygone watched as the now unguided Noibat kite which had caused all of this trouble drifted down and landed beside him with a light rustle.
"N...noivern."
Guess he didn't really have an excuse to not go flying now, huh?
When it comes to transformation triggers, I do greatly enjoy those that are a bit outside the usual. While I'm not really a fan of the completely random, using triggers that no one else have really used but which still make sense can be pretty fun!
Noivern, for example, is a bat-like Pokemon, so its triggers are generally caves, sounds, Pokeballs, and nighttime scenes. So what if we had the transformation taking place on a nice sunny day while kiting? It sounded like a neat idea, so I had to give it a shot, and the end result came out looking spectacular.
Guess I can try the sport of gliding next! The equipment was provided for free, after all!
Art by Wicked Whiskers
Rygone belongs to
Umbreon07
Rygone smiled as the wind tugged at the string in his hand, the Noibat kite it was connected to high in the sky drifting along at its own floating pace. Breathing deeply of the fresh air and basking in the warm gleam of the early afternoon sun, the young man wasn't sure why he hadn't done this before.
It was relaxing. Just him and the single task of keeping a hold of a single string. That was easy, and the reward was so very worth it. He was kinda glad that he had picked up the lonely little kite on a whim while browsing through that bin full of discarded toys.
Now, it wasn't that he had anything against kites. It was more that he just never really thought about enjoying them. It's not like they came up in his day to day very often, and when they did, it was generally accompanied by the knowledge that he couldn't just go do it. Work either demanding his attention or the day being not quite right for the activity.
Yet, soon as he laid eyes on the cute little design, he knew he had no more excuses. So, here he was and he was enjoying every minute of it.
The string tugged at his hand, almost like a child demanding attention, and he gladly gave it as he swooped the kite around with a sense of internal glee.
"I wonder what it would be like to fly up there like that." he voiced to no one in particular, the idle curiosity coming and going without much fanfare. It must be nice, he had to assume, getting to sweep among the clouds while viewing the world from above with a sense of joyful clarity.
Too bad becoming a pilot was so expensive.
...
Did he just hear something tear?
The young man looked around with a sense of intrigued curiosity and surprise. It had sounded pretty close, but there was no one else there. Did he just imagine it?
Shrugging, Rygone concentrated back on the task at hand. Managing the string for just a while longer before he inevitably had to head back home.
"Oh? When did you get there?" he questioned upon seeing that the string had wound itself around his arm. It seemed to drift along with a lighter air than he was used to. Tugging at it with his other hand, he found the string resisting his guided touch, even as the kite high above continued to swoop with an almost happy dance.
This was strange and he couldn't exactly blame it on the windy day either. Rygone could feel the string flowing around his body with a magical purpose as he struggled to try and untangle himself.
RIIIIIP
The surprised man nearly jumped at the sound as he felt a sudden pressure building within his hoodie and pants. It was like something was struggling to get out only... he could somehow feel what it was. Two wildly unusual circumstances with near equal concern.
"He-hey stop tha-NOIVERN!" He cried out as he stumbled forward, his sense of balance being thrown off. Everything felt weird but there was no describing the sensation of having the back of his pants suddenly tear open to reveal a lengthy reptilian-like tail. Colored in black with a shade of a faded green along the bottom, it had what appeared to be a wicked looking tip that shouted that it belonged to a predator.
Rygone panted as the changes were barely giving him time to think. He could feel a pressure beginning to now build in his shoes, even as that dreaded ripping sound began to come from his treasured hoodie. He could see his nose turning upright into two points with a crimson sheen, even as he realized he could feel his ears somehow waving atop of his head with an auditory clarity that was nearly overwhelming.
"N-noivern!" Rygone attempted to stammer out, the word dancing upon his tongue with an animal's essence. What the heck was going on? People didn't just suddenly transform like this!?
He whimpered as he felt the pressure in his shoes continue unabated, and with wide eyes he saw as two deadly looking claws punctured the rubbery material from inside of his right footwear with ease. Struggling to maintain his balance, he saw with a shock of fear as his shoe split apart to reveal a pair of tough bat-like claws which clutched at the grass instinctually.
The string continued to wrap around the changing man and he could feel as the pressure on the sleeves and torso of his hoodie continued to build and build. It almost felt like his arm was sticking to his body, begging to be freed from its cloth prison. With a whimper, he realized he could see his previously human hand was beginning to turn into a deep red as he developed into the claws of whatever creature he was becoming. Black scales marching down his hand he could see as the sleeve of his hoodie began to tear where the dark scales reached, and soon the start of a bat-like wing began to emerge from the ruined material.
He tried to let go of the string, but his still human hand was fastened to it, the charge from the now undoubtedly magical item continuing to wrap around his body, encouraging his changes with a wild touch. Unsure of how to resist, Rygone could feel as a sense of warmth built upon his chest and check and with a start he realized that he could what could only be called white fur peeking out of his hoodie's top.
Everything was swimming and as more and more of his wing filled out from his tearing sleeve, the young man could feel himself losing more and more of his balance. The wrapping string combined with his swinging tail, unsure footing, and side-heavy mutation were each playing a part, and soon he could manage it no longer. With a shrieking cry, he fell over and landed on his back with a grassy oomph.
Splayed out, he could feel the cool grass against his new additions even as he felt the rest of his body working to catch up.
Trying to rise up, Rygone found the feat impossible thanks to his unfamiliar new wing and foot claw. Defeated, he simply lay there, feeling as his second shoe and sleeve came undone to reveal his new inhuman anatomy. Within a matter of a few seconds, he was done. Tail twitching upon the verdant ground, Rygone watched as the now unguided Noibat kite which had caused all of this trouble drifted down and landed beside him with a light rustle.
"N...noivern."
Guess he didn't really have an excuse to not go flying now, huh?
When it comes to transformation triggers, I do greatly enjoy those that are a bit outside the usual. While I'm not really a fan of the completely random, using triggers that no one else have really used but which still make sense can be pretty fun!
Noivern, for example, is a bat-like Pokemon, so its triggers are generally caves, sounds, Pokeballs, and nighttime scenes. So what if we had the transformation taking place on a nice sunny day while kiting? It sounded like a neat idea, so I had to give it a shot, and the end result came out looking spectacular.
Guess I can try the sport of gliding next! The equipment was provided for free, after all!
Art by Wicked Whiskers
Rygone belongs to
Umbreon07
Category All / Transformation
Species Pokemon
Size 2461 x 3369px
File Size 3.22 MB
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