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deviation in storage by Kyuubi0017


"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!
The date: 31st October. The place: Albuquerque, New Mexico. Cal was here on a special Halloween holiday... or vacation, as they'd say here in the USA- a nation that lives large when it came to Halloween. Cal was curious to see just how serious this nation took it compared to his, and had managed to secure a cheap trip to Albuquerque. The climate was temperate, but not as hot as he would have expected from New Mexico: it seemed that fall had brought a slight chill to the state.

For the past few days, Halloween was all around and was the word on everyone's lips, but there was one thing about the holiday that Cal overheard more than anything else: some sort of Halloween Circus... whether it was from those who had already visited or those planning a visit, all those words in the air made Cal ever more curious to visit... what better way to top off a Halloween vacation?

The grounds were around twenty minutes out from Albuquerque, some place on the road out to Santa Fe. The circus had been kind enough to provide a bus out to the grounds from the city centre; around the bus stop, people chattered in anticipation, continuing to do so as the bus approached, and the doors opened. Cal and the crowd flew in, a buzz in the air as people discussed the various acts they wanted to see. Most of the discussion regarded the circus's magic show. Hosted by the ringmaster, The Amazing Leo, the word was that the show was something of a life-changing experience. Could a magic show be so profound?, wondered Cal, taking his seat as the bus set out to the grounds. As the urban landscape faded to harsh scrubland, the sky began to darken. Cal tried following the bus's route on a map, but as dusk fell, he just couldn't keep track of where he was going.

The circus grounds took up quite a wide area of the plains. Cal could get a good sense of the expanse from the view from the bus, but what he saw didn't seem as... scary as he hoped. Just... circusy. Perhaps that was further in? The bus made its way through rows of parked cars, taking the passengers straight to the ticket gate. Clutching his bags, Cal scurried out with the rest of the passengers and made his way to the line. The queue got through the gate quicker than Cal was expecting, and very soon he found himself at a ticket booth, and face to face with a lady in a squirrel mask, complete with furry gloves to give the illusion of paws.

"Good afternoon, sir. How many today?", asked the squirrel lady with a smile.

"A-afternoon? H-have you seen the sky up there? It's early evening!", stammered Cal, a bit confused. The sky had gone pretty dark, but... it was, indeed, 4:47 pm. He'd have expected it to be closer to 6 pm, from the hue above him. The squirrel lady checked her clock.

"4:47 pm. Close enough for middle ground. So just one today, sir? That'll be $9.50 then!" Cal rummaged in his pockets, and presented a $10 bill, asking the clerk to keep the change. She took the money and asked the visitor to stretch out their hand. He did so, and the squirrel stamped the back of the hand with a pumpkin-shaped ink stamp, and motioned to him to pass through the gate. Onward Cal walked, passing through the gate. As he stepped through the setting immediately changed: the dusky skies immediately turned pitch black, the moon hanging high above and looking much larger than before. Jack-o-lantern lamps lit the way, gravestones and thorny vines littering the sides of the paths, the colourful circus tents turning to black fabric with orange lights decorating them.

"Woah...", exclaimed Cal, in wonder. Were those there before? He gingerly stepped back out of the grounds to observe from beyond, before stepping back in, noting the shift in setting as he exited and re-entered.

"Sir, if you could please move along, we need to keep the line flowing"

That complaint came from a security officer standing next to the gate, dressed in a doberman costume wearing a security uniform, though once Cal crossed back over the barrier his appearance changed drastically, his head gaining dark black horns, his tail gaining a spade at the end, his eyes glowing red and his fangs pushing out from his muzzle.

"S-sorry, sir...", muttered Cal, scampering away from the guard in the now macabre costume. His eyes darted about, looking at the landscape that had smoothly changed from a typical circus look to something more sinister. Not far from the entrance was a large pumpkin patch where people were picking and buying pumkins from... what looked like bigger pumpkins? No... pumpkin creatures, with large pumpkin bodies and faces that look shaped like various animals, with their eyes and mouths carved cut out and lit up by candles. Wandering the grounds were various skeletons and zombies, shuffling and clacking but still carrying on normal conversation. The sight of the monsters caused Cal to tremble... those pumpkin beasts were unnerving, and he was never one to hang close to zombies. A pack of wild wolves dashed by, their eyes glowing in the dark as they chased the crowds, who were backing away in fright.

"Yikes... I hope nobody gets harmed here", wondered Cal out loud.

"Oh, don't worry, it's all for show", a deep growling voice said as a tall shadow eclipsed Cal's own. He looked up and behind him, something massive approaching: a bare-chested creature with a leonine torso and head, glowing red eyes, and burly arms. A chitonous plating of sorts covered his lower torso and legs, and a long scorpion tail waved idly behind him. Altogether, a quite intimidating beast.

"Y-yikes... you honestly wouldn't hurt anyone here, right?", asked Cal, sweating at the sight of the beast, its tail looking lethal. The manticore laughed, his laugh seeming to waver towards a deep bellowing roar.

"Don't worry about it. I just look lethal. I wouldn't hurt anyone. The boss would have my head if I did." The beast pointed to a food cart at a corner, where a fearsome looking werewolf was snarfing down a burger and licking the vendor in a friendly manner. "See? Nobody gets hurt here. It's all for show. The name's Rubeus, by the way. At least while I'm in this form."

"Are you human really? There a human inside that costume?"

"Of course there is. But I like being a manticore", boasted Rubeus. "I mean, come on, who wouldn't? Big, strong, immortal. I haven't had this much fun in years."

"You do realise that wearing a costume doesn't make you immortal, right?"

"It's part of the act, mister...", said Rubeus, giving a smile that just made him look even scarier. "Oh, sorry, didn't mean to scare", responded the manticore remorsefully, seeing Cal cower.

"Yeah... s-so, what exactly do you do here?"

"I'm usually a trainer for the animals, but tonight, the boss decided to let me have some fun with the rest of the staff in the grounds. It's great being able to help kids face their fears and see that monsters like me aren't always the monsters people think."

"With that face, you'll make them cry, Rubeus." That thought was immediately proved wrong as a little boy walked by, waving and smiling at the manticore.

"You were saying? That little kid's name is Alex. Nice guy. I helped him see that he doesn't always have to be scared of things he doesn't understand. His mother was very grateful."

"So, you build courage?"

"Sometimes. Other times people are looking for a little fright. It all depends on what they want. Then I provide it. But I'm still the same nice guy underneath it all."

"Yeah. A nice guy in a scary costume..." The manticore-costumed man frowned and facepalmed.

"Oh... oh, wow, I just realized, I'm completely neglecting you. Was there someplace I could give you directions? You looked kinda lost."

"Isn't... this Amazing Leo fellow doing some sort of magic show?"

"Yup. He's my boss. Set this whole thing up. Even my costume", the manticore chuckled.

"Have to say... he's good with design!", boomed another voice, coming from another looming figure approaching Cal from behind. He spun around and laid his eyes on a man costumed as a large black bull with draconic wings and a flaming mane down his spine, and a glowing nose ring on his muzzle, shining like his eyes.

"W-wow... a master craftsman as well as a magician?"

"Yup. And then some", said the manticore, smiling more gently now.

"Who's to say it can't be both? Ah well. The name's Red, I'm this place's strongman", said the bull man. "I just was noticing Chri....I mean Reubbubububrsomething talking with you. You looked a bit unnerved."

"Well, realistic costumes, glowing eyes, pumpkin beasts, zombies, the eternal night..." Cal rattled out a list of all the unexpected frights he witnessed.

"That's our boss's magic at work", said Rubeus, with a bit of pride in his employer.

"Yeah... but within it all, we're still human." added Red. "Oh, yeah! I was on my way to my tent and just passing by. Maybe I'll see you later, human dude. Come to my show! Don't forget Red the Bull!" And with a quick unfurling of his wings, he ascended and flew towards another area of the circus.

"Gee..." said Cal, sighing a bit, somewhat overwhelmed by the sight.

"Heh. So, going to see Leo, right? Hey, want to take a short cut?", asked Rubeus, or Chris as he really was.

"...Is it safe?"

"Course it is."

"I'll take your word for it", replied Cal, knowing that there was a good natured human behind the makeup.

"Good. Now just hold on tight." The manitcore smiled and grabbed the human in a tight embrace. Suddenly, he heard a leathery snap as wings he could have sworn weren't there before flew open and the manticore took to the air. Feeling the ground falling away from him, Cal screamed for help as the beast carried him.

"Relax, I won't drop you. It's just the fastest way to get there. And you wanted fast, right?" Rubeus smiled as they soared over the crowd towards the main tent in the center of the fair. The moon looked almost as if it were dyed a deep red as they finally set down in front of the flaps. Cal panted as he and Rubeus set his feet back on the earth, a few people jumping away in shock as the large beast came down, a few of them taking photos of the scene.

"Wow... that was fast... hope I get a good seat. Thanks, Chris. Wow... flying costumes... hey, when Leo's done, feel free to give me a lift back, if you have the time."

"Heh, we'll see. Maybe you won't need it." The manticore winked at Cal as he flew off into the air once more. "Enjoy the show, folks!" Cal waved off Chris as the crowd clapped at the beast's aerobatics, before joining the congregation crowding into the massive big top. The tent was massive; circles of seats within, and in the centre, a large 360 degree stage, simple in design but currently empty. Wandering around, Cal found a vacant seat and took his place, waiting for the show to begin, listening to the exciting buzz hanging about the tent, some people mentioning previous shows and some hoping for a chance at a new life, whatever they meant by that. As the last of the crowd took their seats, the lights dimmed, all eyes focusing on the centre stage. Suddenly, a loud voice boomed across the tent...

"Ladies, gentlemen, and monsters of all shapes and sizes! Welcome to the show! You're mere seconds away from Magic and Mischief that will seek to amaze and make you reborn! Are you ready for a show?"

Free of nerves, Cal joined in with the raucous cheering. Yes, they were ready!

"Then let's get started!" The centre of the tent became engulfed in fog as a large pack of over 30 werewolves materialised on stage, snarling to the crowd. Cal cowered a bit as the beasts appeared from nowhere... but breathed out a bit, reminding himself they're only costumes. He watched as the largest wolf, the alpha, stood up on two legs and raised his massive paws. The other wolves fell silent and sat obediently... at a flick of the alpha's wrists the pack began to howl... to howl in tune. In fact, they were howl-singing Halloween tunes! Cal chuckled a little; of course they weren't really frightening.

After a few songs they all stood to take a bow, respecting the applause, before scurrying away, barking and howling, out back to the grounds. The fog that remained began to swirl in the centre of the stage, rising high, thickening... and with a sudden whip of a cape the fog dispersed, revealing a large white lion dressed in a black and white suit, complete with top hat and cape. The crowd roared with applause! And Cal felt inclined to join in; this must be the Leo that nobody could stop talking about!

"Thank you, thank you!", exclaimed Leo, bowing and smiling broadly. "Ah, so wonderful to see you all here tonight! Some familiar faces tonight I see!" The crowd cheered and waved at the man in the lion costume. Cal was just so impressed with the craftmanship and impressive realism!

Leo summoned a scroll from... thin air, apparently, clutched it in his hand, and began to recite. "Let's see... I'm sure your familiar with how this all works. Come on stage, tell us about yourselves, exit reborn and remade yadda yadda ALRIGHT THEN!" With a flick of his wrists the scroll was thrown away and quickly vanished in a puff of purple flame. "So who here among you would like to come on stage first?" All around Cal was a massive demand to be chosen, but he was apprehensive. He wasn't familiar with how it all worked. He seemed reluctant to volunteer as the crowd thrust their hands up.

"Well I shouldn't be surprised by this turnout", chuckled Leo. "Let's see... how about you and you come down!", he said, pointing to two members of the crowd sitting beside each other, beckoning them to join him on stage. Cal applauded them sheepishly as they approached the stage, Leo holding out his wand to them, flicking it upwards in a beckoning motion. There was a woman and man approaching the stage, the former wearing a cheap, or maybe handmade, witch costume.

"Welcome aboard! Welcome aboard! Why don't you tell us a bit about yourselves, eh?", asked the jovial ringmaster. The two introduced themselves as a Richard and a Rebecca, explaining a bit about where they were from and how they came to the circus together as a Halloween date.

"Ah, such a wonderful couple here tonight! And I see Rebecca here has already gotten into costume! A witch is always a classic Halloween getup... magic and mayhem abound! But Richard... colour me unimpressed. Did you not find a costume or do you simply just not get into the Halloween spirit?!" Leo sounded just a bit taken aback.

"I err... well that is... I feel kinda dumb in costumes. I kinda don't like dressing up for Hallowe-" Richard was quickly interrupted with a quick wand to the lips.

"Hold that thought, because I think we have a big violation of Halloweentown already in effect!", announced the lion man. "Ladies and gentlemen, this man does NOT like to get dressed up for Halloween! He has no holiday spirit!" The crowd booed in agreement. Cal wondered whether he came here voluntarily or was just dragged here by his date.

"But I suppose that's where I come in, isn't it?", said Leo, swishing his cape dramatically. "You both raised your hands in an attempt to feel the true spirit of Halloween!"

"W-well I raised mine so you could see Rebecca and-" Whap! Leo harshly forced his paw into Richard's face, interrupting him again.

"Sorry, Rick! But if you put your own hand up you are volunteering yourself and now here you are. So what say we fix this little no-costume situation of yours while we help dear sweet Rebecca with her's, eh?" Richard rubbed his face, groaning at the sudden pain, but as he moved his hands away he revealed a nose that was certainly not the one he took to the stage with: it had been replaced with a small, pink one, and his upper lip was showing a few dark spots dotted around it. Cal gasped with the audience at the sight of it, Richard looking a bit confused at the reaction before twitching his nose and realizing something was off! He gasped and let out a confused mewl... wait, that wasn't what he wanted to say, right? A mewl? More gasps from the audience, at the first signs of Leo's magic.

"Now then, Rebecca, you seem to get the spirit of Halloween!", continued the lion. "You get the mischief of it all. A witch is a wonderful mascot of the holiday... agree?", he said, holding out a paw to her.

"I suppose so?", responded Rebecca, taking the paw. "It felt pretty simple to me" The lion smiled at the more willing volunteer.

"Well allow me to show you how the ordinary can get just a little bit... extraordinary." He pulled away his paw to a chorus of gasps to show the young woman's hand had changed, appearing old and wrinkled and, more importantly, a wicked shade of green! She watched in awe as the discolouration spread down her arm, her plasticy robes changing to appear more like fabric, tattered and aged. Meanwhile, Richard began to mewl more as his body started to shrink, becoming too small for his clothes, black fur covering his body and his eyes gaining a yellow glow. Cal comprehended the change... they were becoming a real witch and cat... for real... but this was unlike any magic he had ever witnessed! Shrinking, ageing, was it painful? Rebecca certainly looked like she was enjoying it, now a hook-nosed witch, cackling to the audience.

"Yes! Yessss!", cried the witch, a hiss in her mouth. "I can feel it now! The dark night! The full moon! Halloween! Now is the time for some truly dark and wicked magic from Morgana! Come my little Richard, let's give these young people a little last bit of entertainment before the real haunting begins!" She plucked a gnarled wand from beneath her robes as Richard mewled, using it to summon forth a broom that swooped into the tent, spinning above the audience, circling to her. She mounted the broom, her cat jumping onto the front, and cackled as she took off into the moonlit night. "A happy Halloween to you all! Enjoy it... While it lasts. KEEEHEEHEEHEEE!"

As the crowd applauded, Cal scratched his head, puzzled. Morgana? A broom? Did Leo change Rachel's memories? Reality? He knew Rebecca had Halloween spirit, but this was inexplicable.

"Now then, my beautiful audience!", announced Leo, making his presence known once more. "Who else is ready? Who else is willing? Who else... is curious?" The audience members raised their hands again. Cal was a bit afraid to raise his but... he didn't want to feel left out. Now he understood what was meant by the promise of renewal, even if what he witnessed was more of an ageing. And... yes, he was a bit curious about how things worked...

"Let's see... Let. Us. See... Ahhhh. Now there is an interesting aura in this tent. But where is it...?" Leo turned his head, surveying the spectators, seeking something only he could sense. "Ahhh... And there it is. Right. There!" With a firm flick of the wrist, Leo pointed his finger at Cal. The man felt a tingling feeling in his gut as the finger's point fell on him. No question now, he was the one who was picked.

"M-me!?", asked Cal, standing up, nervous. Why him? Why would he have an aura that was interesting Leo so much?

"Yes, of course you! Hurry now, while we're still young!" Leo, in a large puff of smoke, suddenly looked old and gray, wobbling on a walking stick. "Oh no! Too late!" The audience clapped and laughed at the ringmaster's antics, as Cal trembled, moving towards the stage.

"There m-must be some mistake, why me? I went by myself... I don't have a costume... w-what have you got in mind, knowing that?"

"Don't worry, my boy, that will come on due time. Now then..." Leo warped back into his normal age and held his wand out to Cal like a microphone. "Why don't you start with telling us your name?"

"C-Cal...", he said, his voice amplified by the wand's magic. "I kinda followed the crowd... d-didnt know what to expect really..."

"Kale? What is that? Isn't that a vegetable? Are you a vegetable, sir?"

"D-don't make fun of me...", muttered Cal, sweating under the spotlights as the audience laughed at him.

"Aww, we're very sorry Cal. We only seek to have a good laugh and some entertainment. Talking of... hmm... you seem a bit confused about what's going on so I'll explain it nice and easy."

"G-go ahead... I..." Cal tailed off, unable to explain his curiosity in his state.

"Now then, I deal in 'transformative experiences' using magic to dazzle the body and the mind. You'll feel like a whole new person when I work my magic, if not that, then more! Now for you, I sense a whole new case entirely. You have this aura about you. As if you has multiple auras inside you! I've never felt such a strange magical energy coming from anyone before!"

"I... I don't understand. You're not g-going to t-turn me into a scary old hag, right? I d-d-don't want to be a hag, or get cat, or..."

"Relax, my friend, just relax", said Leo, putting a large paw on the stammering human's shoulder. It felt incredibly realistic, bringing with it a comforting, calming warmth.

"Really... I d-don't know what I want to b-be. I'm s-scared..."

"Well normally I'd tell you not to be scared but..." Leo slowly rested both his paws on Cal's head. " is Halloween."

"H-hey... get off...", Cal moaned, sounding very afraid as the lion gripped at his head. Suddenly, with a mighty tug, he thrust his paws down, seemingly intent on tearing at Cal's whole body. The motion caused a ripping sound like Christmas presents being opened, and a sudden, instantaneous feeling of his back being smoothly torn apart like paper, but... no residual pain. In fact, he was sure his body was still in one piece... but was still incredibly freaked out by the percieved pulling apart. "H-huh?", wondered Cal aloud, as he slowly, very slowly, turned his head around, fearful of what the man behind him had done to him. In both of his paws hung two bodies, completely identical to Cal, in looks and clothes. As the ringmaster held them up, they swayed limply as if asleep.

"M-me?", stuttered Cal in shock. "W-what... are you wanting to s-show me something?"

"Perhaps", replied Leo, setting the bodies down, starting to awaken as the soles of their shoes touched the stage. "I can sense the auras have all been isolated... my my. It seems as if there were three different people inside you! That's an impressive feat! Usually I have to get three people together to make one!"

"I am... three? C... can you usually duplicate?"

"Well... duplicate may not be the correct word here. You three are all similar, yet there is enough difference within each and every one of you... all it takes is a little bit of a push to bring it out." Placing his paws on the two doppelgängers, he focused his magic into them, the copies gasping in shock as their bodies began to flood with magic. Cal gaped as their bodies contorted and reshaped, their bodies getting more extreme curves, pressing against their identical clothes at the chest and hips, their facial features shifting.

"F... females? I guess this explains... me b-being shy... afraid... a feminine side..." Leo turned to face Cal, who looked on in terror.

"Yes... now, you as well, original... there is something else about you that just needs to be brought out."

"You're not going to... me too..." Cal muttered, backing away.

"No, no. I sense in each of you, quite literally, a unique person deep inside you. Your own self gives a very male aura. I sense a youthful and athletic spirit in you, boy. A very outspoken and outgoing individual." As Leo declared what he sensed in the original Cal, the man felt an odd warmth within him, a sensation seemingly echoed outside him too. But... these things he was apparently sensing...

"No... that's not me... that's not me at all!" Cal cowered, his fingers making contact with his skin as he recoiled, brushing over something curiously bristly. Taking a look nervously, Cal screamed at the sight: blue fur sprouting all over his body. "Aaaah! No! What are you doing, you... making me a wild animal?"

"Relax, buddy", assured the lion. "You aren't becoming some wild animal. I mean you kinda are... but... different context. I mean, look at your friends here." He gestured to the duplicates; one was gaining a fairer brown skin tone and many hard looking scales growing along their head and back, something that Cal winced at while observing it, concerned by the thought of how painful that must be, while the other was starting to shrink a bit in size while tan fur covered their body.

"You plan turn me into a z-zoo exhibit? Split me up and make me into a bunch of animals?", complained Cal, a bit of anger entering his voice as he watched his fate in front of him.

"Not at all. I'm sure deep down, you see... that these are people you've had on your head in the past. Do these not look familiar to you?" Familiar... within his mind. They seemed to be... he seemed to be... no...

"No... that's a... secret!" Cal protested as his body shifted, adjusting to become something very familiar to Cal and Cal alone. He felt a curious pulling at his feet, a stretching sensation as his feet lengthened into paws, pushing out of his shoes.

"There are no secrets here with us... Ralf", said Leo slyly, giving a smile and a wink.

"No, stop! Leave them be and put them back!", complained the magician's victim, all his fear vanished, replaced by outrage, unwillingness...

"Relax, my friend. My intention was never to harm. Surely even you realize how you truly wished for this. Feel it now. Feel the fur, the paws, the spirit of Ralf within you  Let your other selves embrace their inner selves too." Cal clenched his fists, spikes and leather growing from the backs of his handpaws, feeling ashamed and enraged, this magician exposing his inner selves for the audience to view. "What is it that angers you so much?", asked Leo, as the fur spread to coat Cal's head, his face starting to push out into a canine muzzle.

"Grrr... this was my private, personal fantasy, and you... you have no concept of privacy, Leo!"

"Maybe not. But I do recognise the concept of personal desire. I could see how much you wanted this. You are far from the first I have given this to. Some have acted out as you have but in the end they all saw to embrace who they are on the inside. I saw who you were, former human, and I sensed your dissatisfaction. I thought to give you that which makes you happy and bring it to life. To make it the true you."

"Not... here!"

"Perhaps you just need to relax", said Leo, slowly. "Just close your eyes and take a deep breath. Let my voice guide you though this change."

"No!", exclaimed Cal as he lashed out, claws growing from his fingertips, but Leo was too quick for him, catching Cal's arm in his paw, flexing it and revealing his own sharp claws.

"I had so hoped to do this with civility but I see that fear and anger have clouded your judgment. Now take a seat, all of you." With a snap of his fingers he summoned a bench and set the three victims on it, locking them in place with some kind of magic force, keeping them from getting off the seat. They moaned angrily as they tried hard to escape, but were forced to remain by their invisible bonds. As they struggled fruitlessly, Leo summoneda large red and white swirly wheel, and turned it towards the bench giving it a spin with his strong paws. "Now, all three of you look into the wheel. Allow yourselves to relax. There is no danger... There is no anger here..." With no escape, the lion's volunteer and his doubles were unable take their eyes away from the wheel. The crowd, once tense and on edge at the scene that had been playing out, now sat quietly and excitedly as the trio relaxed, hypnotised by the spiral.

"There now. Just take a deep breath, all of you, and just listen to my voice. Don't let your fears or anger get to you just yet." The human with blue fur was looking much more lupine, growling slightly as he sighed in relaxation, his fangs growing from his extending muzzle. To his right, his now female double was becoming what he recognised as Terra. She took a deep breath and sighed, her nose pushing out and turning black, opening her mouth and showing off several pointed teeth in her little muzzle, while the figure to his left was looking more and more like the armadillo characterhe knew as Alyce.

"There you all go. Such a wonderful group you are. Ralf... Alyce... Terra... just feel yourselves coming to life. Being locked away for so long and now finally coming out. Doesn't it feel wonderful to be who you were truly meant to be?" The lion observed his subjects, seeing a hint of a smile from all three of them, happy now they were relaxed and transforming without resistance. He turned his head right, adressing one of the female copies, although they were becoming less and less identical. "There now... Alyce. I hear you enjoy going boarding: sand, snow, skate... I bet that doesn't matter does it?" The near-human shook her armour-backedhead... no... not at all... she'd ride whatever... "And Ralf", continued Leo, turning to the figure in the middle, "doesn't the thought of going out for a ride with your friend sound exciting? Exhilarating even?" The wolf nodded gently, letting a long tongue extend, lolling out of his muzzle. "Awww, look at how excited they are! You can see it in their tails!" A wolf's trail burst out of the seat of Ralf's pants, wagging eagerly, while a slightly longer and thicker one emerged from Alyce's rear, touching the ground, snaking about. The once apprehensive, concerned audience applauded once more, not that the creatures on the bench cared...

"Now! Remember, and be who you truly are! When I snap my fingers you will awaken... no, you will REAWAKEN!" The ringmaster snapped his fingers loudly, the sound echoing though the tent. Ralf's eyes snapped open right on the snap, the wolf gasping as he awoke to the sound of cheers, as Leo took a bow. The beings beside the wolf awoke more wearily, getting off the bench as the binding force lifted, their seat fading away. The more awake wolf's eyes darted left, right, up, and down, taking everything all in... none of this felt right at all...

"W... Where am I? Wh-who are you? What have you done with my friends? What have you done with our clothes?" He laid eyes onthe audience... the very human audience... "Wh- oh man, this is not our home dimension, isn't it..."

"Oh, you certainly are home, Ralf", replied Leo mysteriously. "You and your friends are just here for a show. I'm a magician, see? And, well, you were our recent volunteers. As for your clothes, here." Leo pulled out three wide metal rings from behind his back and handed one to each of his volunteers. Attatched to the ring was a circular strip of rainbow fabric. "Hold these over your heads and they will take care of the rest", explained the lion, as the trio observed the curious rings carefully.

"Y'know, home doesn't have so many humans, lion... humans... watching us?", said Ralf, warily.

"Hmmm... you have a point there. In any case I assure you I know what I'm doing. And my name is Leo, good sir." Alyce turned her hoop in her hands looking at it confused, shifting it between her growing claws.

"So I just hold it up like this or som-- EEP!"

As she held the cloth wheel directly above her a long round curtain of rainbow fabric fell from it, completely surrounding her. Ralf and Terra turned to view the commotion; they could see motion within the cylinder as the fabric cascaded, flapping and whipping around. Within, Alyce could only see a blitz of colour, but she could feel a familiar weight overcoming her, the weight of her proper clothes. Within seconds, the fabric dropped to the floor, revealing Alyce clothed in her usual leather belt adorned garb and goggles.

"Alyce!", exclaimed an overjoyed Ralf. "You're... well, your muzzle looks a bit short... but you're back!"

"Ralf? What's wrong with my muzzle?", said Alyce, returning to full conciousness. "It feels...ACHOO!" With a quick sneeze her
nose pushed all the way out into proper length. "A-ahh! There we go! Man, that was weird..."

"Yeah... weird things all around here...", agreed Ralf, shaking his hoop over his head, a rainbow curtain falling over him. Within the boundaries of the magic fabric, his clothes transformed, becoming baggy camo pants and large boots, with shoulder pads fused to his shoulders and a dog collar forming around his neck. The shirt that the human that was once Cal wore became a simple white t-shirt, just to keep Ralf looking decent for the audience. "Whew!", sighed Ralf, exiting the cascade. "Terra, your turn! Quick, shake your hoop!"

"You mean like this?" The sandy figure shook her hoop, and as before, bright enchanted fabric fell over her, quickly changing her overlarge garb into a puffy, fur-lined, brown winter jacket and warming, insulated pants with pink kneepads. Ralf and Alyce were glad to see Terra emerge from the curtain equipped with all her rock-riding gear, and happy to see the misty green glow surround her gloved paws as she regained her earth guardian powers, her fur gaining her usual three rectangle pattern on her forehead.

"Phew...", said Ralf with a massive amount of relief. "I think we're right as rain... now then, Leo... give it to us straight, where the heck are we?"

"Well, you're currently located on the outer city limits of Albuquerque, New Mexico. Does that mean anything to you guys?"

"No. No such country that I know", said Alyce with a shrug.

"Dammit, we have ended up in another dimension, haven't we...", grumbled Ralf.

"United States of America? North America?" The trio scratched their heads as Leo tried telling them where they were. Their home planet had no such nation, no such location...

"Well, anyway, I think you guys can adjust well here! This place has a lot of desert and wasteland! Among fertile lands, mountains, and plenty of towns and cities... you might be surprised by the similarities."

"And places to ride?", asked Terra, interested by the mentions of earthy places.

"Absolutely. People love to ride the mountains."

"Well, you hooked us up with our clothes... I just hope that our boards make the journey too...", said Ralf, feeling a bit anxious about not being able to use the opportunity to ride.

"Did you summon us here?", asked Alyce, echoing her friends' desire to know more.

"In a way I kinda did. I'm not very good with dimensional stuff but it seems it somehow happened!" Around Leo and the stage the audience was buzzing with confusion and intrigue. Did he really hypnotize this guy? Were they really from another dimension? Or did the original human have this colorful of an imagination...?

"You... you can get us back, right?", asked Ralf, starting to worry slightly.

"I can try, but it might take a while. After all, I am a busy man! I run a circus and it's Halloween! I got a lot on my plate tonight."

"Hang on... circus... top hat... a magician? You're a magician!", exclaimed Ralf with realisation. "And you pulled us out of our world like handkerchiefs from a hat!"

"Like handkerchiefs?!", said Leo with incredulity. "Good sir, I do better than handkerchiefs!" He whipped off his top hat and reached inside, pulling out... a handkerchief. "Oh..." The audience laughed at Leo's misfortune, feeling calmer now. But Terra saw an opportunity. "Quick!", she called, leaping towards the hat, trying to dive in head first... fitting into the hat... and bursting right through it, tumbling onto the floor. The audience gasped at the destruction of Leo's gear, and the lion looked shocked.

"Huh.. Wh- oh no! I ruined our way back!" Terra clutched her head, exasperated. Leo seemed just as dissapointed.

"Darnit, I liked that hat. I had a lot of my stuff in there. Come on... lemme just..." Leo started flicking it around a few times before his hat suddenly popped back into brand new quality. "Ahh, there we go!", said Leo, looking much more satisfied as he fit it back on his head. "Now, that hat isn't going to get you back. I didn't pull you out of that! And I'd appreciate it if you didn't try jumping into my hat without first asking me!"

"So how did you get us here?", asked Ralf, feeling very confused.

"Ah, hmm... well... it's hard to explain. Why don't I just show you how I work?"

"Pay attention, guys. This could be our ticket back home", noted Terra.

"Well, are you at least familiar with Halloween?", asked the ringmaster.

"Yeah... We have it too...", said Ralf, discussing with his friends. "I think we must be in a nearby dimension."

"Leo, your magic must pull those you summon from neighbouring worlds", said Terra, with an air of understanding.

Leo stood for a few seconds in silence, blinking.

"Sure... let's go with that...", he said slowly, with a sweat and a sigh. What kind of crazy mess did he get himself into with this? "In any case, my circus is currently celebrating the holiday.   provide the crowd with... transformative experiences to get into the spirit of things." At the mention of the word "transformative", the three athletic animals' ears perked up.

"Transformative? Heh, you've summoned the right wolf for that", said Ralf; he knew all too well about transformation, being the owner of a collar with transformative powers. Alyce told Leo that they'd happily volunteer. A chance to see this magician in action and get transformed! It was a win-win!

"...Well then!", announced Leo, turning to the audience with a newfound energy, "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome our new... NEW volunteers!"

"I admit... this is going to be interesting...", said Ralf quietly, his voice a bit muffled by the audience's loud applause.

"Now then... maybe we can start with... Alyce", said the lion, approaching the armadillo showily. "Tell me, Alyce. You like to be extreme, right? Liking to fly by on boards and go at incredible speeds?"

"Yeah... hang on... I've just noticed... we've only just met yet you seem to know about us an awful lot."

"You're well known... to a few people on this side", ad-libbed Leo.

"Have we... been here before?", said Ralf, confused again.

"Maybe Kai has", suggested Terra, referring to her fellow guardian, this one being an air guardian who frequently travelled between dimensions.

"Maybe! Perhaps we can try and get home with her?", suggested Alyce.

"Well before that, let me ask you... have you ever wanted to truly fly?", questioned Leo, getting back to the act.

"Without Kai? Without a board?"

"Just you, my dear", said Leo with a chuckle.

"The thought sounds... exhilarating, sir."

"Then allow me to help you with that..." Leo raised his paws up, then swept them down dramatically. As he thrust down his hands, a swarm of bats flew into the tent, circling around the audience before heading towards Alyce, swarming around the armadillo. She covered his face in fear, her friends panicking and telling her to be careful around the screeching bats, their wings beating around her, generating a forceful wind that slowly took her upwards, the flock rising with her.

"So this is how you want me to fly? Like a vampire?", asked Alyce through the mass of winged beasties.

"Oh, no not like that. These bats are friendly... once you get to know them, Alyce". As Leo spoke, Alyce felt a thin layer of dark grey bristly fur growing across her skin, and membranes starting to form between her arms and the sides of her body.

"H-hang on... wings? You want me... to become a bat?"

"You will be able to fly! And you'll make quite the resident of Halloweentown!"

"You'll have to explain... resident?", inquired Ralf, analysing Leo.

"Well, Halloweentown does require its spooky attractions... it adds more authenticity to its design! Don't you worry... these are merely temporary", explained Leo, looking up within the spinning flock, observing Alyce's nose morphing into a bat's snout, her ears flopping as they lost their rigidity, and her body shrinking within her loosening clothes.

"Just don't lose me in the crowd, OK?", said Alyce, in a higher pitched voice than she expected.

"I remember each and every one of my volunteers on stage. You'll be fine!" A tiny bat scrambled from the clothes in the air as they fell back down to the stage, screeching loudly as it joined the swarm, speech lost to the screech.

"Alyce!", called Ralf. "Stay safe, OK?", shouted Terra, looking up at the bats leaving the tent, Alyce among them, identical to any other bat in there. As they spiraled back out, the audience applauded at yet another fantastic magic trick from the great ringmaster, while Ralf gathered her friend's clothes, belts and goggles, now piled up on the stage without a wearer, and offered them to Leo.

"Make sure she gets these back, they're very meaningful to her", said Ralf gravely.

"Her goods are safe in here, Ralf", said Leo, doffing his top hat. Ralf put the bundle of clothes in, trying not to break the hat like Terra did. The hat expanded as it was filled, before shrinking back to normal.

"Now then... which one of you wishes to go next?", asked Leo with a smile, fitting the top hat back on his head.

"Me!" "No, me!" After seeing what Leo did with Alyce, both of the remaining volunteers were very eager to step forward.

"Oh, both interested?", said Leo positivly. "Hmm... I think I can make this work."

"Think you can transform both of us at once?", challenged Ralf. Leo was ready to rise to it, dramatically twisting around the stage, getting behind the twosome, placing a paw on both of their shoulders.

"Ohhh, you should have been here when I debuted the Halloweentown... just watch me." A sudden surge of power pushed from his hands, deep into both of their cores, reverberating within them.

"Woah! I... I think this is going to be pretty intense...", reacted Ralf.

"We don't usually meet people with that much power, Leo...", added Terra, shaking a bit.

"Well I normally don't meet people from other dimensions! Welcome to Earth!" Terra felt the energy in her grow, providing a warming sensation all around, as her fur slowly darkened.

"I feel... warm. Pleasantly warm. Like a sunny day at the dunes", said Terra, her short muzzle stretching out longer and thinner, her teeth starting to poke out as they lengthened and sharpened.

"Oh... sounds nicer than what I feel", groaned Ralf, clutching his torso, feeling an indescribable tingle. He could feel a swelling in his chest, two mounds starting to form, while his waist slimmed down significantly, his hips gaining what bodily matter had been lost there. The groans became moans. "Oh... this...", said his wavering voice, his fur beginning to take a more deep purple tone, and his head feeling a bit of pressure as two horns began to bud from in front of his ears.

"Do you change your volunteers' gender often?", asked Terra, her internal heat continuing to rise, feeling sweltering in her snow gear. A thin, ropy tail was sliding from her rear, tipped with a spade, and her normally short ears had grown long and pointed.

"It all depends on who volunteers, Terra. And also what I feel might be fun!", answered Leo.

"It's not like I had a choice though", murmured Ralf, clutching his... her breasts, covered by that white t-shirt. "Thanks for providing some modesty, by the way."

"Now now...", said Leo wistfully. "Before long you likely won't be worrying about that!" He swirled his wand and jabbed it towards Ralf, and suddenly her top tightened, becoming little more than a black leather bra. "You were saying? Heheh... now, how about you Terra?"

"H... hot..." Terra was sweating grains of sand, the earth elemental taking off her gloves and unzipping her clothes, revealing thick black and red fur. By the time she had got all her clothes off, she suddenly lurched forward. "Woah!", screamed Terra, her hips cracking, locking her into a quadrupedal stance. "Yikes... Hey, Ralf, mind throwing my clothes into the hat?" Ralf nodded, taking her paws off her chest to grab the warm clothes, as Leo swept off his hat again.

"Gear please...", said the lion holding out his hat. "Oh, except for you, Ralf. You're gonna need those." At Leo's vocal command, Ralf's cargo pants suddenly tightened, turning into black shiny leather tights with fishnet stockings, leading down to long black high heels. Her legs became much more shapely as the tights compressed them, and her tail became ropey and spade tipped like Terra's.

"Mmf... tight...", observed Ralf, tipping the clothes in the hat. Terra tried thanking her, but her head was starting to spin... something causing her thoughts to go foggy... She tried to call to Leo, telling him not to harm her clothes, but just couldn't manage it. She slumped her head, some alien sensation wracking her mind, causing her thoughts to slur. They were feeling less reasonable, more feral. Hot spit drooled out from her muzzle as a streak of fur erupted into flame down her back, a spiked collar suddenly appearing around her neck.
Meanwhile, Ralf's own mind was experiencing its own little waves of change... As bat-like wings unfurled from her back, her thoughts became more seductive, and those thoughts of being seductive to naïve humans gave her a deep sense of satisfaction and thrill. She gave a heavy sigh as her wings grew, moaning "oh, yes..." slowly and sultrily. A black leather whip appeared in the succubus' hand, extending to Terra's collar and acting like a leash for the feral hellhound, who was growling and drooling, unable to say anything intelligible, her saliva boiling as it hit the stage.

"Now then... don't you both just feel better?", asked Leo, his work complete.

"Ooh, yes... I can sense... I can feel... this will be a most excellent night...", answered Ralf, her pet growling, perhaps in agreement.

"Good, good. I suggest you keep your pet on a short leash tonight... who knows what kind of trouble she could cause."

"Oh, don't worry. My girl always behaves well, don't you, my sweet?", she asked, looking down at the growling hound.

"Alright", nodded Leo. "Well folks, that's tonight's show! Thank you very much for joining us tonight! Be safe and have a Happy Halloween!"

"But be sure to stay a while...", said Ralf, licking her lips at the sight of all the men she could seduce within that applauding audience, some of them definitely whooping and hollering at her. Prime targets. "Come, my pet. The night is still young... the night of seduction!" The succubus cackled, vanishing with Terra in a puff of purple smoke that smelt faintly of roses.
Power of Three Pt 1: Big Top, Big Changes (w/Lui)
Words by me, Lui, and Omni, copyedited by me.

Lui has been taking on the role of a circus magician lately, and invited me to take part in a TF with his new character, Leo. As you can see, the idea we devised was pretty radical: to split my human self into my fursonas and then transform them into more Halloween-themed forms. Although those latter forms are temporary, my split is permanent... hopefully we'll RP more with this setting and see if Leo can house the threesome in the New Mexico wasteland...

Also, we had Lui's friend Omni play a supporting role as Rubeus, one of Leo's previous victims. Hey, wanna take part in Leo's next show? Send Lui a note!
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  • Listening to: ABXY - Friend List
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  • Eating: Nachos
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


The height of Summer! Temperatures were more often than not peaking above 90 degrees Fahrenheit, and the sun spent most of its time within clear skies. Jordan and Peter were two best friends eager to make the most of July's climatic bounty, and to achieve such a thing, they had decided to throw a house party for no particular reason than to let everyone have fun in the sun. Already they had inflated a medium-sized pool, prepared pasta and potato salad, and marinated chicken wings for the barbecue, but none of those could compare to the awesomeness that was... a massive bouncy castle! It wasn't as if there were any laws against people in their late teens reliving the activities of their childhood. This was an indulgence that no-one should deny!

11am, the back garden. Jordan was busy working on inflating the bouncy castle. The hire company had provided a tank full of compressed air, and a pump that would fill the castle's cavity. There was enough air in there keep it topped up as the day turned to night and the party rolled on. The mighty air-filled dwelling swelled in front of the youth's eyes, the structure becoming more sturdy as it filled up with air.

"Think that's enough, Jordan? Don't want it too taut, don't think that'd be comfortable", advised Peter loudly.

"Sure", replied Jordan, shutting off the noisy pump's power and reaching for the castle's inlet, preparing to quickly unplug the hose and plug the valve, when suddenly the castle started to float upwards, eluding Jordan's grasp as it started to hover above the ground, slowly rising.

"Hey! What gives?" Jordan leapt up, grabbing the end of the hose as it rose and holding it tight. "Peter! Hold on to that castle so I can unplug this thing!" Peter tried, but the castle was so full of air that he just couldn't get a grip. Jordan's grip let up too, the castle rising once more as he let go of the hose, tugging at the tube, rising with enough force to disconnect it from the pump at the other end, freeing it from its shackle. Jordan cursed inaudibly as the castle rose skyward out of their reach, at least a dozen feet above the ground. He caught a glance at the air tank as he murmurred miserably; it was a helium tank! Why would they provide that? It wasn't like they'd ordered balloons or anything, and anyway, the concentration was much too great for that use. Jordan was getting angry, and let his rage out at the pump, giving it a good kick. The pump responded, emitting a burst of helium. The pressure was enough to blow Jordan off his feet, sending him flying onto the lawn. It may have looked a bit painful, but Peter couldn't help laughing a little at the sight of it.

"Be careful, that pump was feisty."

Jordan coughed, picking himself up, panting slightly. "There's probably a bouncehouse flying around making news somewhere... I should rent another."

"I doubt we can afford it... and without our bouncy castle, I'd call the party ruined!"

"Hmmm... we need a quick replacement idea... and fast..." said Jordan, pretty quickly, his voice seeming to squeak a bit. He gave a cough in response. "Pardon, voice cracked a bit. So, we need a new attraction before the guests arrive!"

"Pardon?", responded Peter, looking at his friend with a curious look. "Your voice sounds a little higher pitched than the Jordan I know. Been at the helium?"

"No way dude! I haven't inhaled that stuff since I was in 4th grade!", protested Jordan, leaping a bit. His skin was glistening in the sunlight, making Peter wonder if he had put enough sun cream on... or more than enough.

"I don't think I sound any different, at least. Who knows..." The teen sat down on the lawn, yawning a little and rubbing his chin...

"Wh- that squeaked!" Peter could definitely hear it: the sound of rubber on rubber as Jordan rubbed at his chin.

"Huh? What? What squeaked?"

"Surely you'd know what squeaking sounds like, having inflated a bouncy castle with he-" Peter stopped in mid sentence. Jordan's skin looked more pliable as he rubbed at it, his face deforming, looking like it was growing a muzzle.

"You feeling alright? You're looking a bit pale", asked Jordan, perhaps a pinch of playfulness in his voice.

"W-what about you? You're looking a b-bit orange...", stammered Peter, watching the skin change colour as it was rubbed. First the chin, and now the top of his head: under his touch his hair smoothed, reshaping as if filling with air, into a pair of rubbery-looking puffy tufts, semi-transparent vinyl dyed a violent shade of orange.

"I feel fiiiiiine..."

"OK, this is creeping me out, Jordan", said Peter, sounding a bit hollow. His friend's face was looking less and less human. Now he was rubbing his nose, which sealed up under his hand, swelling and hardening, becoming a lump of blue plastic at the tip of his stretched-out snout. Peter shrieked, worried about his friend's health. Could he breathe through that? Jordan's face certainly showed no panic about being unable to breathe... his mind was telling him he never needed to anyway. He looked over at Peter with a widening grin. His horror was palpable.

"What are you smiling... at..."

"Oh no reason! I just feel good!" Jordan giggled as he leaped up, whipping a magneta bandana from out of seemingly nowhere and tying it around his muzzle. Printed upon it was a pattern resembling a maw of bared fangs, accentuating that creepy smile.

"Wh-where did that come from? Stop this, this isn't amusing!"

"Where did what come from?", replied the canine-faced Jordan with a sly squeaky tone, pulling down his bandana with a rounded orange paw with short blue plastic claws fused to it. "You sure you're feeling alright? Maybe you need some more candy... I'll be right back!"

Peter scratched his head as his friend bounded off to the kitchen, still transforming as he leapt away. Candy? At this time? He could hear him raiding the cabinets, saying "I'm gonna grab your favourites!" in a sing-song voice, and the sound of rustling bags, growing louder. The being that was now totally unlike Jordan was returning, now free from his clothes, exposing orange, cream and blue vinyl skin, canine features like pointed ears and a tail, and a telltale valve on his thigh.

"In... inflatable?", pondered Peter in wonderment. He approached the dog slowly, pushing down on its curly tail, which sprang back up as he released his press. A husky, perhaps?

"Heehee! What're you trying to do, silly?"

"Er... n-nothing." Peter hid a blush. That definitely felt like vinyl... it was pretty soft...

"Theeeeeeeen breakfast time!", shouted the high-pitched husky, pouncing on Peter and forcing his mouth open, pouring a bagload of candy into his maw, wrapper and all.

"Akth!" Peter tried spitting out a wrapper. This husky was mad!

"Awwwwwww, you don't like these? I thought these were your favourites!", said the pooltoy, bounding up with his air-puffed paws, toes all merged together. "You love eating candy! L! U! V!"

"Argth! Not the time, Jordan!" Peter coughed, his mouth crammed full of plastic wrappers surrounding candy he couldn't even taste.

"Whooooo's Jordan? Unless this is some new nickname you thought for Bandetto here..."

"Pardon? B-Bandetto? Who?", said Peter through a mouth of candy, swallowing the awful taste of plastic.

"Meeeeeeee!" This... Bandetto was leaping so much, his printed-on flat paw pads visible through the translucent orange skin. He kept ripping open bag after bag of candy and forcing the contents down Peter's mouth. "Eat up! It's breakfast time!"

"It is NOT breakfast time!" The candy kept falling down Peter's gullet, definitely not going down easily. He could hear an echo within him, as if each piece of candy was striking its wrapped compatriots, rather than plopping in his stomach acid. "And can't you unwrap these? Paper and plastic don't taste nice."

"Awww, since when have you ever sad that? You love eating candy!"

"NOT WRAPPED THOUGH!" Peter was helpless versus the giggling creature as he continued to load him with sweets. "Stop giggling! Not funny!"

"Not funny? Well, I say YOU'RE acting funny, TQ! Heeeheee!" Peter's cheeks turned pink as they were stuffed with candy; that Bandetto just wouldn't stop filling his maw! Stuffing it like a cone... in fact, Peter's nose did seem to be pushing out and getting very pointy... just more room for Bandetto to stuff with candy! He just kept tirelessly pushing it in, its force pressing against the skin of Peter's reddening face, thinning it as it pushed out.

"Stop... laughing..." Peter was getting angry, face turning scarlet. He rubbed his cheek, the skin feeling paper thin under all that candy pressure.

"Heeeheehee! I can't stop! Telling me to stop just makes me want to laugh more!!"

"Can't stop... can't stop..." Peter clenched his hands as the candy thudded and echoed within him. Too focused on the endless torrent of candy, he didn't notice his hands and fingers swelling, nor his eyes widening as his sweet-filled head morphed, pupils becoming large and black.

"Heeeheee ahahaha!" That laughter... it was becoming infectious... Peter's tightened hands became more angular, dyeing a deep cherry red as his fingers became stubby within his fists.

"Heheh... maybe it is a little funny", Peter panted through his tightly packed mouth.

"Yeah! You gotta eat the paper too! You can't do just the candy! Surely you should know that! Heeheehahaha!"

Peter released his clench and started grinning, revealing teeth than were getting sharper by the second. Maybe... maybe he should... know that... he felt his right hand clench once more, but this time it felt like he was gripping something. He pointed his pointy muzzle at the hand to check out what he was grasping: a solid baseball bat with white tape wrapped around the handle, and the letters "TQBF" carved into the barrel. Looking at this bat... holding it... it felt good. Familiar? As Peter pondered, he absentmindedly reached into an open bag of candy and tossed some into his mouth.

"Heehee! Oh, now you're getting it!"

Yes! That tasted perfect! So delicious! Delicious candy filling his belly as it hollowed out and hardened. This'll be good for all the partygoers that were out to get their fill of candy! Peter just had to put that joy into words!

"Yes! I'm not the only one who gets to taste that sweet sweet sweet sweet..." Peter found his voice repeating that one word over and over like a broken record, decaying with every repetition, straying from the human standard, just as his mind was.

"The sweeeeeet?" said Bandetto, his voice seeming to stretch like his rubbery skin. Peter's voice was becoming flatter, sounding more synthesised.

"...sweet sweet sweet sweet candy!" Bandetto clapped happily, joyous that TQBF had found sense at last.

"Yeah! That! Sweet! Candy! You better get a full breakfast! We got work to do! Now, where can we get our music on in here...?"

TQBF tried thinking, using his head, but the space that used to be occupied by a brain was hollowing out like the rest of him. He screwed his eyes as his ears grew out, large, conical and colourful. Bandetto's head was hollow too, a literal airhead. His orange and blue ears twitched, the pink crown around the right ear rattling as it shook. All he could feel was an urge to make music. As for TQBF, his only urge was to keep eating candy! He kept stuffing himself, his body stretching, torso and limbs becoming cylindrical, tearing apart the clothes he was wearing for some reason,  making more room for candy! He shouted his desires and demands as his colourful skin was revealed! Cherry red! Vermillion like cinnamon! Shining lime green! Grapefruit gold!

"YAAAAAY! More candy time!" Bandetto poured the contents of another bag into TQBF like a jug of water into a glass. Hard striped candies were tumbling into every space of the expanding cavity as his flesh stiffened. Into his arms, into his legs... the lining of the candy-filled chamber was hardening, becoming tougher than cardboard, and paper flaps were sprouting from his papier mâché skin, swaying with every movement. A long thick tail began to emerge from his rear, it too swelling with the sweet stuff as it grew to a familiar sharp point, just as acute as his ears and nose.

"More candy! More!" TQBF screamed to be filled with sugar, as his feet thickened while Bandetto scoured the pantry. He could feel pure exhiliration as his soles flattened, becoming flush with the ground. Perfectly flat, pink pads just painted on.

"M-m-m-m-m-m-more..." moaned the pi
ñata, as the pooltoy husky grabbed more bags full of brandless candy and stuffed them in his mouth. "Uhh, yeah, that's, so, sweeeeeeet..." On and on it went, until every sweet thing in the house had been stuffed inside the fox, and all was rattling about inside him as he leapt up and down. Bandetto gave TQBF a friendly pat on the back.

"Hehee! All full up! Now, let's have a party! We can play pool games and piñata games and make music!"

"Yeah! Yes yes yes!", TQBF exclaimed, leaping about wildly. "Pool! Music! Give! Me! Helium!" The fox smashed a window with a toss of his bat and jumped inside, rebounding out with a folded rectangle of black vinyl in his paws. He threw it heavily onto the air tank, with which it fused, absorbing the tank and its contents, unfolding and expanding into a long cuboid with loads of functioning switches and devices on top. Bandetto tilted his head curiously; was that... it was! An inflatable DJ's turntable deck!

"You GENIUS!" Bandetto jumped onto it, gripping it as he bounced it towards the paddling pool, splashing about within. TQBF threw over some vinyl records to the husky; he'd rather stay away from something that would dampen his papery self.

"Yeah! Party it up!" Already Bandetto was getting the music on, turning up the volume as TQBF practiced his baseball swings. "We gotta get our crowd in here!"

"They'll hear you from miles away!", commented The Quick Brown Fox, able to be a bit expressive despite his artificial-sounding voice.

"THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT!" shouted Bandetto. The fox gave a hearty "YEAH!", swinging his bat hard, thwacking a tree with so much force it crashed to the ground.

"Woah!", exclaimed the floaty mutt as he reverbed the record. Already a few curious people were looking over the fence, seeing Bandetto play on top of the pool.

"Hmm..." TQBF rubbed his head, looking at the felled tree. "Hey, got any craft stuff, Ban? I have an idea..."

"Uhhh, like, I dunno! I got a crowd to please! Just raid the place, help yourself!"

With a massive crunch, TQBF kicked the door of the shed down and bounced inside. The DJ in the pool would normally have cared about his house being destroyed but... that husky's airhead only wanted muic and crowd pleasing! He kept on playing to a few people grooving along, but that number was growing! While he pumped out thumping tunes, the fox was busy with a hacksaw, cutting a cavity from the fallen tree, heaving it out with the strength that his sturdy construction gave him, and shoving in his own DJ decks into the gap. Bandetto looked back as he worked his records, watching the fox smear the log with glue and stick torn-up tissue paper to it.

"Hey! I should have my own themed DJ deck too!"

"Hehehe, you got it! TQBF everybody!" The crowd gave polite applause to the piñata as he planted his records in place.

"So, how many BPMs do you want?" The crowd responded immediately, shouting ever increasing numbers, the revolutions of the turntables speeding up to match the requests, all the way to 400 BPM! Well, he wasn't The Slow Brown Fox, right? The crowd had grown so much now, and they were all cheering loudly. Things had gotten so raucous over that accelerating DJ set!

"Wow, what a party! Hey Bandetto, why don't you take over?"

"You got it TQ! Pool party at Bandetto's! Who brought their trunks? Because this pooltoy says it's playtime!"

The word spread of Bandetto's offer, as the crowd shifted. Meanwhile, TQBF was getting in a few more practice swings.

"And if you don't want to hang out with ol' squeaky, who wants some candy?"

Well, pretty much almost everyone. Bandetto egged them on, asking them to grab their bats and sticks and ready themselves to break the piñata.

"Break me? Well, you're going to have to fight me if you want to! Bring it on!" TQBF clutched his bat tightly as the revellers swarmed forth, grabbing branches and such, eager to clobber the piñata, who swung back violently, fending off the crowd.

"The first one to break the piñata gets all the candy! And he's been eating it for hours!", screamed Bandetto, laughing immaturely, watching the melee unfold. TQBF swung around, being jabbed and poked from all directions, determined that he'd never be broken. Then suddenly, from somewhere within the swarm, someone shouted...

"Now! Pile up on him!"

Suddenly the fox was crowded and pounced upon, dogpiled by several humans, who grabbed his limbs and started to tear them away, snapping them off his torso. TQBF groaned; for all the defence he put up, in the end it felt so enjoyable to be just torn apart... Several younger people started beating at him with sticks and bats, candy spilling out from the holes they punched in his stomach. He just grinned weakly as he got bruised and beaten, his smiling head's expression freezing as it got torn off from his body. Soon he was bled dry of the candy inside him, as Bandetto rooted for the partygoers looting his payload. The party continued for another hour after that, but TQBF just lay in pieces, expression frozen in a weak smile, his seperated body completely immobile. He was hurting all over but enjoying it...

As the partygoers dispersed, Bandetto wound things down and bounced over to the injured piñata, looking down upon the tatters of papier mâché and his empty hollow insides.

"Hehe, poor thing... come on, let's get you back together!"

The husky picked up the scraps laying around TQBF's body and pushed them back into the holes in his papery skin, fusing with the
mâché, leaving no signs of damage. He panted as his head and limbs were reunited with his torso, and weakly thanked Bandetto.

"You looked like you had fun!", said Bandetto chirpily. The fox weakly agreed, picking himself up and searching the ground for empty wrappers and leftover pieces of candy and swallowing them up.

"As much as I love to defend my payload I love to give it away... I just seem to enjoy getting beaten and bruised."

"Hehehe, of course! It's only natural for a

"Hehe- oh! I just realised! For all the fun we had... we never had a bouncy castle!"

"Awww, you're right..." As Bandetto hung his head, TQBF's eyes darted to the pump... then to Bandetto... then to the pump again... then back to Bandetto, upon whom he pounced!

"GYAH!! TQ! What?!", shouted the husky as the fox beat him down, supressing him and uncorking a valve. Bandetto moaned as he started to deflate, a slight whistle sounding as he slowly lost air, but that loss was to be short lived, as the piñata plugged in the pump's hose and started reinflating the pooltoy! He squeaked and meeped as he expanded, getting bigger and bigger, full of helium. His belly widened as it flowed right in, expanding and expanding. His body was really morphing now, stretching out, his legs shortening, shrinking into his body as it curved over into an angular C-shape. His arms felt weird, stretching out and merging with his deformed body, altogether forming an enclosed space.

"TQ! Halp!", shouted the head sitting atop the newly formed bouncy castle, its smile freezing in place as the fox bounced within it.

"Whee! We got a bouncy castle after all!"
The Ultimate Party [collab with Luigio]
Words by me and Lui, copyedited by me.

Another Lapfox TF! This time featuring Bandetto and TQBF! Pooltoy TF may be a common thing but few ever consider to try a Piñata TF!

Came here via :iconlapfoxfans:? I know this isn't what you usually get normally, but I hope you liked this and our previous Lapfox transformation story. I want to write some more, so if you have any requests or ideas, leave a comment below for me to consider! Thanks!

Characters (C) Lapfox Trax, uploaded with the stipulation that this is explicitly fanfiction.
Urgh... Where are we now?"

Travis consulted his map, as he and Steven trod exhaustedly through unknown countryside. His friend plopped down on a nearby stone to catch his breath. "We're still not even close to the trail... I don't even know which direction we're going!" Travis looked around him, analysing his surroundings to no avail.

"None of this matches up with anywhere on the map...", moaned the exhausted hiker, wiping his brow.

"You serious? Where did we even get split from the trail? That feels like hours ago", asked the other, panting, heaving under the weight of his backpack.

"I'm sure I followed the signs!", protested Travis. "Huff... maybe I need a drink... I could have been seeing things."

"Sure thing. I wouldn't mind a break either. My legs are killing me!" complained Steven, towelling his sweat.

"Did you hear any running water? There may be a spring close by..."

"I think I heard some water a while back. Somewhere over... that way? Or over those hills? Or..?" Steven pointed randomly, unable to recall the location of the spring.

"Let's just keep our ears sharp", advised Travis, leading Steven in any old direction. His friend looked to the sky.

"I think we've still got a few hours left in the day", observed Steven.

"It does seem to be getting a little darker... especially with the growing shade from the trees. The sun's really setting now."

"There do seem to be a lot more trees... hang on, are you leading us into a forest? Shouldn't we try to find someplace where it's more open?"

"Come on Steve, let's just enjoy the walk while it's still light. Honestly, I kind of enjoy the feeling of solitude here."

"Really? We're kinda lost and not sure where we should go...", moaned Steven.

"It's just a gut feeling. we may find a brook here. It... seems like the right location", wondered Travis.

"Alright, lead the way. I hope you're right, I feel parched..."

Travis did so, peering into the woods, viewing the scene. "It's like something out of a story. A babbling brook in a secluded glade..." He peered deeper, squinting a bit. "It even looks like it is... Kind of like a hand painted woodland scene." Steven looked around too. He had to admit the place did look very calming and peaceful, but the lingering sense of being lost emerged once more.

"I just hope there's no bears or cougars around that would have us for dinner..." said a fearful Steven.

"It's too serene for that", replied Travis, sitting down and putting his feet up.

"Uhh? What are you doing?", questioned Steven, watching his friend raise his boots into the air.

"Relaxing. It feels relaxing here. I felt there was no better place to do this", said Travis, calmly, panting slightly. Steven rubbed his neck apprehensively, continuing to look around.

"Yeah, it's nice. Quiet and relaxing but... aren't you worried about where we are?"

Travis just smiled, basking in the serenity. "Got to rest those feet..." He observed his friend's shrugs, as he set down his backpack and rested against a tree. "Nice, maybe you'll enjoy it too when you relax."

"Alright, alright...", said an impatient Steven. "I really think we should look for a way to the trail, but if you insist..." He leant his head back against the tree and sighed, Travis also looking up at the darkening sky.

"We could try, but I doubt we'd have the time. Want to set up camp?" asked Travis.

"Yeah, probably should. It doesn't feel like any bears are around. I'll get us started. See if you can find some firewood."

Travis had pulled out his map again. It seemed like they had ended up setting up camp in some sort of glade, although there was no evidence of such thing on his charts.

"You know, maybe we're the first people to discover this place. That's why it's uncharted", wondered Travis, wandering about, looking for naturally felled trees.

"Really? I would have figured everything around here was discovered by now... I mean, what parts of the world isn't?", questioned Steven, clearing the ground for setting up the tent. Travis wandered a short distance to collect a large log, and as he made his quick journey, he wondered curiously how this glade could have been overlooked. He dragged it back to Steven, who was hooking a canvas sheet to the pegs he had driven into the ground. He gave Travis his thanks, and asked him to fetch some rocks, reasoning that with both rocks and wood, they could build a proper campfire.

"Sure...", agreed Travis, leaving Steven once more. He wandered through the woods, under archways made by the leafy canopies, deeper into darkness, while Steven continued to put up the tents and set up camp. Further and further he went into darkness, although... what was that? In a small opening in the distance, he saw rays of light dancing through the treetops. A way out? No, it'd be too dark outside the forest... so what was the source of this curious illumination? As Travis entered the clearing, he discovered that it wasn't so dark outside after all. The sun was almost down, but the sky was red, and what little daylight was left shone intensely through the branches above onto a large stump on the ground. There seemed to be something sticking out of it...

"Steven?", shouted Travis, with as loud a voice his exhausted lungs could muster, but it fell flat, refusing to echo or escape the clearing. With no response or hope of one, Travis instead decided to focus on that stump. Funny what he said about storybooks, because this felt somewhat like something he read in one...

The embedded object was somewhat dark, but still had a noticeable shine in the light's rays. Tentatively approaching closer, things got clearer; Travis saw it was a sword, though one of unusual shape and coloring. The steel blade was hued navy blue, and the sword was jeweled at the hilt. This was definitely the stuff of fairytale. Travis cast his mind back to Arthurian legends, the tales of the sword in the stone... however, this one was embedded in a stump. In the search for rock, it felt like the forest was mocking him. Travis sized up the sword. It had a radically different appearance to those expect to turn up in the fables and stories. This sword's shape hardly lent itself to any sort of historical design. Sharp teeth could be seen along the blade's edge around the area where it penetrated the stump, splintering the wood in which it was embedded. Maybe this sword would be a little easier to remove than Excalibur. Perhaps it could be useful for hikers fending for themselves in the glade. As the light faded, Travis stepped onto the stump, breathing onto his hands, knowing that now would be a better time than ever to release the blade.

The lost hiker readied himself, and clasped his hands around the hilt. As he made contact, he felt a chilling feeling through his body, a gust of wind blowing around him, if for only a moment. He felt that was the signal to make his move, the harbringer of night's fall, penetrating even this most sacred hollow. Travis held tightly, and slowly drew his arms upwards, pulling at the hilt. The weapon, at first, resisted the tug, staying stuck in the stump. But with another pull the sword suddenly glowed with a blue aura, unusual characters glowing on the face of the blade. The glint of text caught Travis's eye, and, still holding the hilt, he swung his head down, observing the blade, and the characters that appeared.



It had been ninety minutes since Travis had left Steven to work on the tent. After a few attempts at getting the stakes put in and the rods pulled through the fabric he had managed to put up a decent tent up. All that was needed now was some firewood and stones for a campfire... Travis's duty. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he sent Travis out to gather wood. A check of the watch showed just how much time had passed since his friend had left for the depths of the forest.

"Travis?", Steven called out to the general area, thinking he wouldn’t have been too far off from camp. After a minute with no response, Steven called out again, louder than before. Still silence before him. "He must have gone in further ahead", thought Steven as he looked back to the campsite behind him. "Although, why would he go in that far just for wood?" Part of him thought to go out and look for his friend but the other part figured it would be better to stay and wait to ensure the campsite wasn’t left alone. "Damnit, Travis, what are you doing out there?", Steven asked aloud, frustrated and unsure of what to do. That would be answered in short time and in the most unexpected way...



Travis was took aback as a whisper sent shivers down his spine, and with a sudden uplift the sword was freed from the stump, the blade flashing a blinding light, which spread throughout the glade! Carefully, he tried to control the weapon in his hands. Its sharp edges told the lost hiker that this was not a weapon to be trifled with. He rotated the blade, looking for those shining sigils.

"Dust... hear my voice."

"St- Steve? Is that you?" Travis called out in a confused voice, squinting in the brightness at the blade, questioning the voice.

"Dust... you must wake up!"

With each syllable that sounded out of seemingly nowhere, the sword's glow seems to pulse in harmony... was it the sword talking? Travis tried to respond.

"I... I am awake. But I was planning on going to sleep. It is getting late..."

"Dust! Dust!"

And what is this... "Dust" that keeps getting mentioned?" Travis's voice grew more panicked, as the other grew more commanding.

"Wake up Dust! Hear my voice!"

"I can hear you loud and clear, sword!", said an afraid Travis, as the sword flashed brighter as it repeatedly annunciated that Dust must awaken. Suddenly a blast of wind blew straight at the lost man, a strong breeze hitting his body. He heard an odd noise as the gust hit his body, sounding from behind him, like flapping and billowing, despite his jacket being tightly fastened up when he entered this hollow. Instinctively, Travis used a free hand to hold onto his clothing as he fought the breeze blowing in his face, while the other remained on the hilt... oddly, the hiker's clothes did not feel the way they used to. Not as thick. More like a cloak than a coat, which explained the sound he heard of his cloak fanning out behind him. Curious, Travis twisted the shining sword, hoping to catch a glimpse of this new clothing in the blade's reflection... but it turned out the changes were much more drastic than what he first felt or thought. Sleeves of black cloth flowed past his elbows, part of a long-sleeved shirt that was covered by a black vest trimmed with crimson. He was wearing baggy teal pants made of a material most unlike the hiking cargos he had started the day with, and black boots that reflected the blade's illumination with the clarity that newly polished leather produces. Wrapped around his shoulders was a frayed teal cloak, with the hooded portion covering a conical hat. Feeling the breeze in odd places, he noticed there seemed to be holes in the hat, and in the seat of his transformed pants.

"Dust...", repeated the speaking sword, as Travis tilted it, aghast at the changed clothing and desperately wondering how what brought on the change. Was this the power of the mystic light that this sword shone? The sudden breeze that hit him without warning? Travis questioned the sword once more.

"Dust? Who is Dust? I'm Travis. Do you have any memory issues?" He continued to analyse his reflection as the image that the blade displayed changed again, the hiker's skin turning a now familiar teal colour, his hair's hue becoming silvery blue. He quivered as a feeling of warm crawled across his skin, shorthaired fur spreading across his whole body. He felt even more confused... first what he wore, now what he were? He tentatively felt his cloak, his trousers, his vest, his boots... Just what material have they become? It felt odd, alien, perhaps due to the fur brushing the inside of the garments. The breeze struck once more, up into his face, and Travis could feel appendages grow from the top of his head, pointed ears emerging through the holes in his hat. The breeze changed direction, blowing from behind, its force seeming to stretch his face into a feline muzzle. Then with one final blast of cool air from ahead of him, a long fluffy tail stretched out from the hole at the seat of his pants, swinging and swaying nervously while the ears twitched around, as a confused Travis, now the owner of a few "animal" features, turned the cogs in his head. Transformed by the light of this sword, he had become a mysterious creature, clad in unfamiliar clothing. Was this the power of the sword? To strip those who are illuminated of humanity and clothe them in something else? Something more befitting their new form? The beast felt the holes for his ears and tail, which twitched as his paws neared, sensing their presence.

"Dust! Awaken, Dust! Hear my voice!"

That sword was harping on again... Dust! Dust! Who was this Dust? What did this sword want with Dust? Why did it keep screaming this name at... him...? A mental block was suddenly forming, it was getting harder to think... what was his name again?

"Dust! Dust!" That name echoed in Travis's mind, over and over, making it hard to focus. Travis held tight to the hilt with both his paws, struggling to form a response.

"I hear you... Sword... I see what you have done... but... it's awakened only my.. curiosity..." He was starting to shake, mind rapidly wracked by the echo in his head... Dust... Dust... Dust... His mind was slipping, memories fading away... random questions were darting about... who, or what, was this Dust? Where exactly was he? What was this sword? What was he? Who was he? And then suddenly...


With one final, loud exclaimation, the mental tumult was enveloped by pure sonic buzzing, and everything went blank...


As Steven looked deep into the forest, pacing into the depths, a sudden flash of light followed by a powerful shockwave burst from the centre of the forest, the roaring energy shaking the trees and coming right for Steven. Unable to react, let alone comprehend it in time, he found himself lifted off his feet, thrown back into the open flap of his tent, colliding and pushing enough to cause the stakes and rods to all come free,tangling him up in a mess of orange and blue nylon. Taking some time to free himself from the mess, the wriggling man inside was yelling obscenity after obscenity. "What in the- Get off me, tent!" After much struggle and finally free, Steven panted, looking to the glade and the remains of the campsite he had set up, now looking hit by heavy winds. Only the heavy bags managed to only fall onto their sides rather than go flying.

Son of a-," cursed Steven again, feeling sore from the fall, "What in the hell was that?" Observing the remains of the campsite he contemplated the source of that shockwave before his stomach sunk like a stone. "Travis!"

Abandoning the site and gear, Steven ran quickly into the glade. Being hit by the blast from that range was bad enough, but if Travis was still in there he could have possibly fared worse! Praying not to find a broken body against some tree trunk he darted through the glade in all directions in hopes of finding his friend. As he ran the trees around him felt ever more looming, somehow even larger than before.  Panting and trying not to trip, Steven looked around, calling out for Travis constantly. No matter how much he yelled, however, the trees of the glade blocked out almost all sound, none of it managing to travel more than a few metres. Getting concerned and frustrated even more, Steven could not see that the clothes on his body were looking quite baggy on him now, feet stomping so hard he couldn’t feel the changing size in his shoes. That was, until he made a big trip. Failing to lift his shoe one small inch caused him to hurtle forward, pants, shoes, socks, and even underpants sliding off from behind him while his overlarge shirt clung onto his shoulders as he rolled and tumbled.

"Oof! Argh! Yahhh! Owie!", Steven shouted at each landing before finally sliding to a stop on his back. Groaning, he slowly lifted himself to a sitting position to find only his shirt and nothing below it. "AUGH! Something cut me in half!", Steven screamed, yelling in pain he thought he felt before he realized one of his feet was wiggling toes. Utterly confused, he reached to grab the edge of his shirt before seeing a hand that was not extending by his usual reach... nor was the hand familiar. It was orange and white, covered in fur and ending in claws.  Sending shock throughout his body, he let out another scream, though he also heard one that was far higher pitched and shrill than his. He shook his head wildly around, was there someone else also here? As he shook he felt something on the top of his head that felt fuzzy and floppy. Quickly looking up he saw more orange furred pieces, looking like ears right above his head. Something was right on him!

"Ack! It’s on my head! Get if off! Get it off!", Steven screamed, ducking out from the large confines of the shirt and backing up quickly, making sure to hover high above so whatever was below didn’t get him… wait... "hover"? Steven turned around quickly, unable to see anything behind him but below him it was certainly clear: somehow he had managed to lift off from the ground and hover!

"H-how am I... W-what…?!", Steven panted, catching himself by surprise when he realized what his voice was sounding like. Putting his hands to his mouth he was instead greeted to two fuzzy clawed paws slapping over them instead. This sudden surprise caused him to recoil back into a tree trunk, where he felt something on his back brushing up to the bark. It was then that he finally saw what it was. Wings, large and furred, flapping behind his back, keeping him suspended in the air. Lowering his hands he saw that the paws moved whenever he willed them. Looking further down he saw a small body, orange and white furred, below his neck. What he had thought to be some monster chasing him had been himself…

 "Oh n-no! I-I’m a monster!!"

A cyan creature awoke in a grassy clearing, the sun shining from above, through an opening in a canopy of trees. Groggily, he awoke, his head spinning, asking questions of confusion... where were he? The sunlight... was it day? A voice from behind was calling, possibly for him.

"Dust! Awaken!"

The beast had been having an incredibly vivid dream, of creatures with furless pink flesh, exploring a forest somewhat like this one... it was hard to recall any other details, especially because he had been rudely awakened by the shouting from behind. He put his paws to the earth and pushed himself up, back flipping and landing gracefully, then spun to face the source of the shout. A shining sword floated through the opening, glowing in sync with the voice.

"Dust... you are finally awake."

"H... How long was I sleeping...?", replied the groggy creature, not making much sense of the situation, head buzzing.

"I cannot say, I have found you here after hearing your call to summon me."

"Urf... it sounded like you were calling to summon me...", said the being, still displeased by his slumber being interrupted so suddenly... he was starting to pay more attention though... this sword said he was trying to summon it... he couldn't remember summoning any sword... he couldn't recall any happenstance of the sort... in fact he couldn't seem to remember anything! This sword seems to be calling him Dust, though... was that his name?

"It was all I could do to awaken you from your slumber. It took some time to wake you though. Allow me to introduce myself."

Dust stepped forward, curling his paws around the sword's hilt. If he did summon it, he may as well use it.

"I am Ahrah, one of the five blades. I have been summoned by you, and there is a quest which only you must undertake."

Unable to recall anything about summonings and quests, the cyan creature could only introduce himself with the name the sword was calling him. "OK, Ahrah... and... I'm Dust, apparently... quest... lay it on me, Ahrah."

"Let us start by heading for Aurora Village, it is not too far from The Glade. I sense some troubles, master. Worry not, this quest will answer any questions you may have about who you are... but there are other important matters at stake, we must make haste!"

"Haste?" Dust looked down to examine the quality of his boots. The quality was surprisingly good. Almost brand new even. His entire garb, with the exception of the ragged cloak, seemed to be in exceptional condition. They were certainly in good shape for the haste Ahrah demanded. "Haste it is." Dust croucheed, and dashed off, blade in hand... then screeched to a halt. "Where is Aurora Village?"

"Head to the east, Dust. Aurora Village sits at the edge of the Glade."

Dust hung his head. "I would head east, if I had a compass."

"Then allow me..."

The sword pulled at Dust's arms, sending Dust skidding in the direction it flew. Mud, twigs and leaves clung to his boots, the being sliding on the forest floor. He was being catapulted into an adventure with no idea of any direction, and no memories to guide him... just a hope that this sword would lead the way... and that the village had a cobbler who would polish Dust's boots...


"I'm... I'm a monster..." Steven was panting, and crying out in a shrill voice, sounding nothing like his old self. Hell, it could hardly be called Steven’s old gender. His head darted around; further inspection of his body, it's figure, revealed a dreadful truth to him. He was no longer a he. "No... but that’s impossible! What’s happening to me!?", the now 'she' screamed, her voice wailing in confusion and concern.

"Fidget… come", called a voice suddenly. Smooth and calming, the tones entered Steven’s large ears and helped her breathe easier. She was still scared out of her mind and unsure of what was happening but she felt compelled to answer the voice.

"Fidget? I don’t know who you’re talking about. I’m Steven… or was… or I don’t even know and I’m freaking out over here!!!"

"Come Fidget, to me", called the voice again, with the same tone and calming disposition.

"I said I’m not Fidget! You’re not even listening, are you?", she called out in frustration.

"Fidget, I-"

"Gah! You aren’t listening! What button have I gotta press to skip this talk?”, Steven said, unaware of saying anything out of the ordinary.

"Someone has claimed me, Fidget. Come." The voice seemed continued to call out, desiring to draw her even deeper into the forest.

"Claimed you? I don’t even know who you are, disembodied voice in my head- Oh no! I have voices in my head! What am I doing?” What was she doing? Why was she on a tree branch covering her ears? What was this voice calling to her? WHY WAS SHE A SHE?!

"Fidget", the voice called out, echoing above her, causing her to look up. "Awaken!"

On the voice's command, it came back all to her suddenly. Those formerly brown eyes turning a vibrant green as she finally remembered what she was doing! Ahrah! That sword had gotten loose and floated towards this glade! She, as the guardian of the sword, was supposed to keep it safe and secure! Ohhh if anyone of her friends found out… it would be totally embarrassing and maybe make her hit the top 10 lists of worst gaming heroes!

"Ohhhhh you stupid sword! When I get you back I’m gonna SO throw you into the ground and lock you under, like, 20… NO, 30! 30 locks and hide all the keys! No way are you getting away from Fidget!" Flapping her wings fervently, Fidget zoomed off in the direction of Ahrah’s energy. As she did she came upon a most unusual sight. The sword was flying by and being dragged behind it was a cyan catlike creature, clothed in turquoise and black. Before she had time to respond, the sword and being sped right past her, causing her to spin around dizzily.

"Hey! Get back here Ahrah!", screamed Fidget, regaining her senses. "At least let me get some kind of cutscene button or something next time! Ahrah! AHRAH!!" And with that, Fidget chased once again after the sword, that blue cat, and, unbeknownst to her yet, a grand adventure.

The Sword in the Stump
Words by me and Lui, copyedited by me.

So this took a bit of time. The original RP between me and Lui originally featured just a Dust TF, and that was pretty far back, but Lui wasn't happy with just that so he's wrote a Fidget TF too, which I've worked into this story. I hope you enjoyed the awakening of these adventurers!

Characters (C) Dean Dodrill
  • Mood: Cheerful
  • Listening to: ABXY - Friend List
  • Playing: Cook, Serve, Delicious!
  • Eating: Nachos
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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chaos-angel5 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Are you on FA as well?
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2016  Student General Artist
chaos-angel5 Featured By Owner Feb 2, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks! I'll go leave a shout 
SparkBolt3020 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch! I appreciate it :D
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2016  Student General Artist
Excellent! Great to see new furs making their way into the fandom, especially TF fans. Me? I've been around in those fandoms for a few years now. I'm more of a writer and role player than an artist though. However, I do have great ideas up my sleeve. If you're ever available for trades or requests I'll be happy to share some with you!
SparkBolt3020 Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Nice, I've been in the fandom for about 5 or 6 years now? Kinda lost count but I loved TF art for a long time. Only been doing Da for about a year now so still finding my feet in the fandom online. Still sounds cool, never got into rp myself but writing is fun every now and then. I like trades but I'm never able to complete art quickly annoyingly so it might take some time but I'd be up for one of those :) 
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Feb 1, 2016  Student General Artist
Well feel free to note me any ideas you may have for what you want from me!
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Madi0728 Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Happy birthday!
TheLupineOne Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2016  Student General Artist
Thank you!
Madi0728 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2016  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
No problem! :D
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