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For Peter, life had been exhausting these past few months. Not that it was school or work to blame, no. He had decided that, for the new year, he'd work on building up a bit of muscle onto his lanky body, and had spent early January touring local gyms and sports centres, trying to find an activity to take part in that'd improve his fitness. Eventually, he had hooked himself up with a kickboxing class. After spectating the various disciplines his town had to offer, he seemed attracted to this one the most. A good workout for the whole body, but especially the legs. As someone who enjoyed walking and running, that would be perfect! And all that kicking and fighting would be perfect for relieving the stresses of all that life threw at him.

Peter had joined the class with other like-minded folk who were planning on starting the year the right way with some good old fashioned fitness. Their coach already had a few more experienced kickboxing students, and they and the coach were happy to advise the newcomers to the class as they started out. Starting with simple excercises to develop their agility, they moved on to simple, short kicks, then advancing to more involved manoeuvres. The teacher even leased them suitable garments to wear while kickboxing, providing comfort and safety as they practiced their kicks, eventually leading up to the chance to practice against each other, instead of just striking targets and punching bags. Such exertion was went through, yet Peter felt it was worth it, feeling exhiliration through such physical excercise.

A few months had passed since Peter first took up kickboxing lessons. He was currently attending them every Thursday in the early evening, but our story begins on Monday. That was then, just minutes before he was about to walk to school, the postman arrived, noticable earlier than normal, and seemingly in a bit of a rush, knocking on the door rapidly. Peter unlocked and opened the door to let the flustered man deliver what he had.

"Ah, you're... Peter, right? I have a package from you. Special delivery from a Mr. Lee."

"Oh, I know him! He's my kickboxing instructor!", replied Peter, perkily.

"Ah yes. He posted this package and letter yesterday. Made a note on it that he wanted it delivered as soon as possible, and I can't really refuse anyone's wishes as a postman. So, here you go", nodded the postman, handing over a large box and envelope.

"Thanks, mate. Although I really should be getting outta here, school bus leaves soon. I guess I can read the letter while I'm travelling, though. Thanks!"

"No problem! Have a great day!", saluted the postman, beaming and waving as he took his leave.

The journey to school was filled with excitement as Peter opened the envelope and looked upon the note that his instructor had sent him.

Dear Peter,

Thank you very much for coming to my kickboxing classes. I have to say, out of all of my new intake this year, I've really taken a shine to you. You seem to be enjoying kickboxing the most out of my students, and your performances have been incredible. You've really advanced, and I have a feeling you want to try kickboxing more often. Therefore, I've sent you a package that should come in useful. I've sent you a few targets and inflatable punching bags... well, we still call them punching bags even when you kick them. This way, you can get your kickboxing practice fix every day, whenever you feel like it. Although, I do worry you may over-exert yourself. That's why I've also packed a few bottles of energy drink. Take a swig before and after you practice, and you should feel energised enough to practice longer, and avoid exhaustion. I even packed a CD with some of the music we play here at the gym. All in all, I hope you get good use out of my package, and I look forward to seeing you again very soon.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. Lee, Kickboxing Instructor


Peter was grinning from ear to ear, overjoyed with the recognition that he was receiving. Best kickboxer in the new intake? Deserving of a gift? He'd certainly have to open the parcel once he got home. Such anticipation drove Peter as he worked his way through the school day, eager to get back and open the package. By the time he returned home after hours of school work and bus travel, he was literally bounding his way through the house, grabbing the package, jumping back onto the sofa and scrabbling at the parcel, rushing himself as he opened it. Sure enough, there within the torn up paper, was a stack of polystyrene panels, a pile of inflatable punching bags, and a bunch of bottles containing a pale green liquid. Presumably, this was the energy drink that Lee had mentioned, although the bottles he sent had no labels. What else could it be, though! Peter had built up a good amount of trust in his tutor, such was the quality of his classes, and he felt that such a man wouldn't send anything dangerous in the mail. He'd only want the best from his student, of course.

Thankfully, there wasn't anyone staying over in the downstairs guest room this week. After getting the go ahead and some help from the parents, Peter had pushed the bed out of the way, making a good amount of space for some kickboxing practice. Nothing like what was available at the gym, but enough space to lay a few polystyrene panels about, stringing them from empty coat racks. He also fetched his pump and inflated the punching bags, which rose from the ground, gaining rigidity as they filled with compressed air. His surroundings were looking more familiar and pleasing, and he was almost ready to start practicing. But as he went to the fridge to pick up some drink, his mind came across an observation: Lee didn't send him any kickboxing clothes. But did he need them anyway? It wasn't as if he was facing human opposition that could injure him, or smash his glasses with a mis-aimed kick. Pondering a little, he grabbed a bottle from the fridge and took a swig of the energy drink within. Peter screwed his eyes as he imbibed; that tasted very odd! Not sweet like he would have expected from an energy drink, but more of a herbal taste. It must have been a more natural creation than the usual chemically enhanced creations you'd usually find at retail. But despite the unusual flavour, Peter found himself wanting to take another gulp, give it another chance... actually, it wasn't so bad once he was used to it. And he could definitely feel something in his body. An urge to start practicing arose as he felt natural energy swelling within him. He proceeded to the guest room, his temporary gym, and stretched his muscles, ready to start his workout.

He recalled the evolution of the classes and his skills, and worked on following a similar pattern for this home session. Start small and simple, then move on to moves requiring more expertise. A few kicks in mid-air, before sweeping his leg to break through a few of the panels placed on the floor. He was really getting into the swing of things, but he was starting to feel a bit of an itch about him. He presumed it was probably because he wasn't wearing the proper kickboxing gear, and continued to fight through it, but it just seemed to get worse, and the urge to rub at the irritation overcame him. His torso was easier to get at, but if he wanted to rub his legs he'd have to take his jeans off. As he reached down to unbuckle his belt, he hesitated as he touched it... it didn't feel thick, or leathery... not like a belt at all. Slightly panicked, Peter looked down at his waist, viewing his belt... or, rather, something else encircling his jeans: a long yellow string keeping his pants in place, tied into an ornate butterfly knot where the buckle should have been. He let out an audible "huh?", feeling sure he had put on a belt this morning, definite that he had never owned whatever it was he was untying. At least now he could scratch his legs, breathing a sigh of relief. Feeling happier, Peter donned his jeans again, some subconcious guiding him as he tied the string into the same complex knot, and focused on resuming his kickboxing practice.

He felt a bit more happier and eager now, that moment of relief bringing up some sort of exhiliration, or endorphins, a bit of drive and determination to excel. To kick higher, stretch those legs out longer. To further his combat prowess greatly. He could feel it within him, a feeling of strength, his arms and legs toning, muscle building up. He felt more comfortable all around, too. No more itching, more at home in his clothing. What he didn't notice was the fur slowly growing out on his torso and legs, nor did he spot the changes happening to his clothes; his jeans shifting colour from deep blue to dark green, the material losing its denim stiffness, nor his shirt starting to shrink, revealing green, gold and white fur, growing out from his skin. These changes occured while Peter remained unaware, too engrossed in kicking at targets and punch-bags to see his pants shrink away into green shorts lined with red, but certainly appreciative of the comfort he was feeling... until suddenly he felt a surge of great discomfort in his crotch, as if some invisible force had kicked right back at him. Peter wheezed, feeling winded and strained, convinced he had perhaps overexerted himself and needed to take a brief break. Peter picked himself up, panting, feeling drawn to take another swig of that refreshing green drink, having no idea of the true reason he felt that sharp pain: a sudden inversion of gender that had altered his anatomy to a more female form, the force pushing into his privates altering his... or now, her frame to a more hourglass figure in return, and forcing out a green and black tail from her rear. Still feeling winded, Peter didn't notice anything off about him/herself, dazed enough to be oblivious to her t-shirt reduce to a short, sleeveless, black and red tank top, tightly cupping her new figure. But clutching the bottle and swigging away brought some welcome relief.

As she drank, she noticed something in the corner of her eye... the CD that Mr. Lee had provided! Why hadn't Peter remembered that? Her kickboxing session had been a bit problematic but having that CD would be a great improvement. And good thing there was a stereo in the guest room! She bounced happily back to her makeshift gym, disc in hand, tail secretly swaying behind her, flexing her defined legs as she made her way to the stereo, inserted the disc and pushed play with gusto!

This was more like it! The music definitely had an oriental feel to it, and a fantastic rhythm that Peter could time their kicks and boxes to. Now he could definitely get into a fantastic flow, fighting fit, crushing targets and booting bags, excercising those arms and legs as the green fur flowed down them. The sparky taste of the energy drink lingered in her mouth, as the fur grew out over her face, coating her head as it morphed. Her eyes widened, becoming bright lime green, as a short muzzle grew, teeth within sharpening, ears extending behind her, gaining a soft, velvety white and gold lining within. She felt so keen, so overjoyed with her kickboxing success! Her kicks were getting more and more rapid, Peter lashing out with flurries of kicks. So happy, so pleased with every strike, with every kick...

*SLAM*

"Oh..."

Peter had kicked so hard, she had sent a punching bag slamming into the far wall, bursting it.

"Oh!"

Suddenly Peter clasped her hands around her mouth, hearing her changed voice.

"Oh?"

Everything felt so weird... The fur on her face, the shape of her muzzle... the sensations of wearing alien clothing were rushing through her... the realisation that she was female now too. She took time to feel around, observe what she was wearing. The tank top fitting around her new figure, her shorts... she glanced at her hands, now paws, clad in black fingerless gloves with angular gold and white details, then looked down at her feet, seeing high boots cladding them, thick green footwear with solid black toecaps, tongues rising up halfway up to her knees, fitting her strong legs well. No wonder she kicked the bag so hard wearing those, she wondered, reaching down and feeling the footwear. This was all too overwhelming...

Peter, if she could still be called that, wandered to the window, looking at her faint reflection, seeing what she had become. Too engrossed in kickboxing to notice, she had shifted into a female wildcat, looking very smart indeed in those clothes, but... why? How? And how could she leave the room looking like this, without any means to explain the presence of a green anthropomorphic feline? Close to crying, Peter's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"No! Don't come in!", cried the cat, cowering in the corner.

"Heh... I recognise that voice...", said whoever was on the other side.

"Wait... and I recognise that voice! Mr. Lee? Is that... is that you?"

"Sure is, Peter. Mind if I come in? I can tell you're a bit confused, I can explain everything."

"Of course I am, not just about why I'm a cat, but how you got in here!"

"Oh, I can explain that too", responded Lee, as the feline opened the door. "See, that sports drink I gave you... that's why you've changed. I came across it on a trip to China some time ago. Whoever was selling it was recommending it to kickboxers, both experienced and in training. I sampled a bit, and discovered its potent effects, quite surprising, too..."

"Well how come you're still human?"

"I was feline, if only temporarily. As for you... how much did you drink?"

"At least half a bottle", replied Peter.

"Hmm... I guess you'll spend more time than me in this form, Peter... hmm... actually, that doesn't really fit you. What name do you think suits you?"

"Erm... Carol?", said the feline, uttering the first thing that came to mind.

"Carol?", repeated Lee. "Heh, that's the name I was drawn to... and, if I recall you may start feeling some... urges. Knowledge. Kickboxing yes, but... you may start getting the desire to be a real fighter. Something of a tomboy rebel. And... you might even feel like you know how to ride a motorbike... and do some rather ridiculous things with it!"

"Motorbike? But I can't... can I?"

"I don't know if you'll stay like this long enough to get an ID and take driving tests. Maybe if you drank enough you can stay like this for a good while. It's all up to you I guess. I suppose the hard part is convincing everyone not to be afraid of you. Wildcats walking on two feet aren't normal. I've already told your parents, and they took a bit of convincing."

"Heh, I think I can take on the world like this", said Carol perkily, her new personality already showing. "Look out world, here comes Carol!" Lee sighed a little as the wildcat pounced out of the room. Maybe the world wasn't that ready for somebody like Carol...
Kicking Wild! [Carol Tea TF/TG]
Last week it was CrazyNaut's birthday, and I thought: why not treat him with a bit of TF writing! I had a couple of TF outcomes on my mind that I wanted to try, and suggested them to CrazyNaut. In the end it was Carol Tea from Freedom Planet that was the outcome, except it's Carol Tea as she appears in the upcoming sequel. Loving the new designs for our heroes! Boy am I hyped for it! Look at her go!

Carol Tea (c) Galaxy Trail
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"I just can't do it."

Dan had aspirations. He wanted to make it big in the Pokémon Contest circuit. He had dreams of becoming a great Pokémon Coordinator, one who could rival the best in the region. He had been carefully training his Pokémon, teaching them the most impressive moves in a bid to impress the Contest judges. There was, however, just one problem. A big stumbling block... his inability to produce decent quality Pokéblocks. Any Coordinator worth their salt knew the importance of feeding Pokémon nutritious Pokéblocks: these berry-packed snacks were essential in keeping Pokémon healthy and improving their condition. Without Pokéblocks, Pokémon would not be at the top of their game and would look inferior to other competitors. And this was where Dan's agony lied; whenever he would sit at the Berry Blenders at the Contest Hall to produce Pokéblocks, no matter what berries he used, he would always produce ineffectual Pokéblocks that failed to produce any improvement in his Pokémon's condition. Apparently blending berries with others would lead to better Pokéblocks, but even that didn't help, and now nobody wanted to blend berries with Dan, the coordinator who ruined things for them every time. 

Dan sat in the corner of the Contest Hall, moping, head in hands, lamenting his inability to operate the blender. His dreams were all but dead.. 

"Hey", called a soft voice from nearby. Dan looked up to see a young woman in a pink silken dress, carrying a wicker basket. "Hey, why are you crying?"

"I can't do it. I can't blend berries into Pokéblocks. Every time I try I produce awful Pokéblocks that just bloat my Pokémon without improving their condition. Without Pokéblocks my dreams of Contest success are over..."

"Pokéblocks?", questioned the woman. "Hey, I make those. I have a few in this basket. I'll let you try some if you like." She opened her basket, revealing a neatly stacked pile of pink Pokéblocks, like chunks of nougat, laden with shreds of berries.

"Really? That's... that's really kind of you. Thank you for believing in me."

"You're welcome", said the Pokéblock lady, as Dan took a few Pokéblocks from the basket. "If you try one of those Pokéblocks, you'll definitely see the difference!" 

"Thanks again. Hopefully these will work, and I can finally win a Contest."

"I believe you will win with those Pokéblocks. Good luck!" The stranger left, exiting the Contest Hall, with a handful of Pokéblocks. 

"Okay...", Dan thought. "I have pink Pokéblocks. Those improve a Pokémon's cuteness, don't they? So I should feed them to a Pokémon that uses cute moves." The Trainer put a hand into his bag, clutching a Poké Ball and releasing the Zigzagoon within. "Okay boy, hungry? Fancy a Pokéblock? Don't worry, this one should actually do something this time."

Dan knelt down, Pokéblock in hand, offering it to the fuzzy critter. His Pokémon bit the Pokéblock, chewing it... then spat it back out, its face wincing.

"Oh... too sweet, perhaps? Don't you like food that's too sweet?" Dan tried again, tossing another Pokéblock at the Zigzagoon. It ate the cube, chewing it carefully... Then spat it back out, right at its Trainer's face!

"Woah!", exclaimed Dan, as the Pokéblock flew into his open mouth. Snack in mouth, he couldn't help but chew it... Wow, it was sweet! Incredibly sweet! And despite his Pokémon rejecting it he had no problems with its sweetness. In fact, once he had finished it he wanted another! A small part of his mind knew humans weren't really supposed to be eating Pokéblocks, but these were just too delicious to not eat! All the while, his Zigzagoon looked with a quizzical expression, confused as to why a Trainer would eat Pokéblocks. Soon enough, Dan chewed through the last Pokéblock, smiling as he swallowed it, satisfied. They may not have worked on his Zigzagoon, but they certainly made him happy... until he felt an uncomfortable lurching in his stomach.

"Urgh...", complained Dan, collecting his Zigzagoon and sheepishly making his way to the toilets, feeling unwell, and feeling the stomach ache warranted a visit. He must have ate too many overly sweet Pokéblocks at once and now he was paying the price for that in stomach ache. Overtaken by a bloated feeling, Dan made his way into a cubicle, sighing as he finally got some privacy to recover... and realise that the bloated sensation he was feeling wasn't in his churning stomach, but in his chest. He gasped at the increasingly weighty feeling overcoming it, a stretching experience pushing at his teal t-shirt as two fatty mounds grew out. His stomach was still aching, now though it was a pinching feeling, his waist thinning, and rear expanding in response. As much as Dan wanted to have a look in the mirror, he just didn't want to leave the privacy of the toilet cubicle.

If Dan had left the cubicle to look at his reflection, he would have been shocked to see his curly hair changing hairstyle, follicles growing out and rearranging, lengthening behind his back, turning bubblegum pink. He would have noticed the gentle growth of white and pink fur from his skin, ribbons and bows naturally growing from his head, decorating his hair and neck... but all that went unnoticed, Dan distracted by a painful feeling in his groin. Too painful for him to notice his clothes changing and reshaping to fit his more effeminate figure, the sleeves of his t-shirt shrinking as it became a sleeveless violet top edged in black, short enough to expose a furry waistline, jeans shrinking into shorts, shoes dissappearing. As the pain waned, a pink tail grew out from her behind... Her. No mistaking it. Dan definitely didn't look male anymore... nor human, as a snout grew from her fuzzy face, eyes pale blue, wide and bright.

She couldn't take it any more. She left the cubicle, taking care that the toilets were empty, and slowly strolled towards a mirror, gasping at what she saw. The fair visage of a Sylveon's head, upon a furry humanoid body. This was... her? A she? A female in the male toilets? She gasped, and dashed out immediately, not seeming to care that her bag had vanished.

As she ran out of the restroom, the clerk at the Contest Hall check-in desk called out to the dashing figure. "Hey! Violet!" The Sylveon turned her head, responding to the clerk.

"Yes, come on! What are you waiting for! The Contest is about to start any minute and we're all waiting for you! Get over here!"

"Wait... Contest? Violet?", replied the Anthro Sylveon in a soft, worried voice. Violet? Was that what the clerk called her? But her name was... Dan, was it? But Violet sounded more fitting... 

"Yes, you! You're here for the big Cuteness Contest, Violet! Don't be late, please!"

Something in Violet's mind told her that she should go for it, after all, success in contests was her aspiration, wasn't it? She trotted through the gate, led by the clerk to backstage, who was exclaiming about how much her opponents were waiting for her. She opened the door to the backstage, where Violet saw...

Three more Anthro Pokémon, and no trainers. A Spinda, a Goodra, and a Glaceon were standing around, warming up for the Contest.

"Huh?" Violet tilted her head, confused. More Anthro Pokémon? No trainers? What was going on here?

"OK, Pokémon, you're on in 10", spoke the loudspeaker. Violet walked to the stage door, becoming more acclimatised to her company. Surely it was right for Anthro Pokémon to be friends with each other, right? The foursome walked out, one by one, introduced by their names, and with not a coordinator mentioned. They posed and performed, showing off their condition. But none had a better measure of cuteness than Violet. She basked in the applause. She loved the attention of the crowd, after all... didn't she? She rubbed her head, making her way backstage as the stage was prepared for the Appeal round. It was time for the Pokémon to show off just what they could do! And Violet knew just what she could do to impress the panel... It just... came to her! She strode onto the stage brimming with confidence, feeling eager to use Fairy-type moves to dazzle the judges and audience. Cuteness, definitely, a beautiful array of abilities. The others couldn't stand a chance! Not to Violet, Contest master extraordinare!

And they didn't. Once again, Violet had come out on top. "Another victory for me!", thought Violet, not questioning any change in reality or identity, as she took her trophy. Condition and charming moves once again sealed victory for her. The unbeaten contest champ victorious once more.

And so Violet strode out of the Contest Hall into a new yet familiar world that wasn't new at all to Violet, a world where humans and Anthro Pokémon coexisted. Her world, since birth. A great place to be, to show off, to battle. And she never knew of anything else, or non-anthro Pokémon. This was reality now.
Coordinator's Block [TGTF Story]
My half of a trade with SparkBolt3020. Great to be back in the saddle of writing TF stories, and I'm already thinking about writing another!
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15 years! I still have a t-shirt from DA's 10th anniversary, and I have fond memories of the moments I had wearing it.

So let's do this questionaire thing...

  1. How long have you been on DeviantArt?: 5 years

  2. What does your username mean?: A love for and connection to wolves

  3. Describe yourself in three words.: Arroooo! Arrooooo! Howl!

  4. Are you left or right handed?: Righty

  5. What was your first deviation?: Can I be too embarrased to say?

  6. What is your favourite type of art to create?: Literature

  7. If you could instantly master a different art style, what would it be?: Animation

  8. What was your first favourite?: Probably a Pokémon, I do have certain favourites...

  9. What type of art do you tend to favourite the most?: Cartoony digital art

  10. Who is your all-time favourite deviant artist?: Three way tie: :iconvaporotem: was my first DA superstar whose art I loved, nowadays I'm a big fan of :iconalectorfencer: and :iconsilverfox5213:

  11. If you could meet anyone on DeviantArt in person, who would it be? :iconvaporotem:

  12. How has a fellow deviant impacted your life? Everyone in Quad-and-fursuiting for being a first inspiration in my journey to getting a fursuit!

  13. What are your preferred tools to create art? Pencil and paper, and my computer

  14. What is the most inspirational place for you to create art? My bedroom

  15. What is your favourite DeviantArt memory? Going to Deviant Meets in 2010

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Maurili Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
hello
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Trevor-Fox Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2016  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks a bunch for the watch! It really means a lot to me!
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Goldendoctor Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016
Do you do requests
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TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016  Student General Artist
For TF writing? As long as they're reasonable, I'm up for it.
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Goldendoctor Featured By Owner Apr 19, 2016
A Double TG TF Story were I get TFed into Kairi from Kingdom Hearts in her Kingdom Hearts 2 Outfit With TG And Mind Change while my Sister Page gets TFed Into Sora also From Kingdom Hearts in his Kingdom Hearts 2 Outfit With TG And Mind Change
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TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Apr 21, 2016  Student General Artist
Interesting! I've never played the KH games before, actually, and only Sora's name is known to me. I'll have to do some research! But I like the sounds of this!
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Mephis-Takagashi Featured By Owner Mar 24, 2016
Wait I know you!
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TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2016  Student General Artist
Hey there, Mephis!
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Mephis-Takagashi Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2016
Was shakin' TLO?
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TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2016  Student General Artist
Nothing much, just enjoying TF in general. Do you know Xilats?
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