Ruined! B.6.4

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/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_entrance", name: "Ruins Entrance", description: "This is the entrance down into the ancient ruins. The steps are slippery underfoot from moss, vines creeping out of the dark interior. A crumbling archway leads into the depths of the aged temple. Coarse limestone walls are pockmarked and covered in lichen.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> \ </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Passageway" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_passageway">><</link>>       <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \<<if $location_found.r_entrance == "true" and $kommoo_met == "true">>You're tired, dirty, and covered in cobwebs! Ugh. You might not have explored the entire depths of the ruins, but you've seen enough. The rumours were true...you'd better get out now before you get caught by a temple guard or fall into a sticky trap. <<if $rucksack.includes("Feather Charm") or $rucksack.includes("Old Shield") or $rucksack.includes("Azure Flute") or $rucksack.includes("Rare Bone") or $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>> You've found a treasure or two, and that's enough to satisfy your inner-explorer. You've got the loot, time to <<link "get out" walk_away>><</link>> and never come back! <<else>> Better leave with your life than any treasure. You might as well give up hope and <<link "leave" walk_away>><</link>> whilst your still can! It's not like you're ever going to come back! \<</if>> \<<else>>You cough in the damp air, gazing around the entrance hall in awe. Yes! You hit the jackpot...right? This place is going to be full of treasure! The sound of water dripping inside is only dwarfed by scuttling, scampering, and the roar of Pokemon. Shit, maybe the Legendaries really do live here? \<<set $location_found.r_entrance = "true">> \<</if>>

The 'Temple of Gods' was a mythical temple that had been included in numerous ancient texts discovered over the ages. Said to be at the top of an insurmountable peak, you'd been fantasying about being the one to rediscover to ruins. Legend told that explores of old had disappeared on the trail to its location—searching for the earthly home of the Pokemon deities. All that was spinning through your head as you gazed into the cave entrance. Only the chiselled doorway and hieroglyphs stencilled onto the wall suggested the caverns true origin. This was it! You'd found it! Rumour said that the temple was guarded by strict Pokemon who'd been passing down the role for a generation. Fierce, armoured lizards that would slice you into pieces without hesitation. Others told of traps inside changed people. That they weren't the same to how they went in - whatever that meant! It was clear something inside was worth hiding. With your rucksack full of provisions, nothing was holding your back! This was the fabled resting place of the legendary Pokemon! Either that or stacked full of gold offerings and relics to loot. Brushing away the ivy and cobwebs, you descend into the temple. [[Explore!|r_entrance]] \ \ /* PLAYER STATS */ \ <<set $player = { minfatigue:0, maxfatigue:3, fatigue:0, }>>\ <<set $kommoo_met = "false">> \ /* PLAYER INVENTORY AND HELD ITEMS */ \ <<set $rucksack = ["Stick","Stick","Lamp Oil","Food",]>>\ <<set $player_carried = ["EMPTY","EMPTY"]>>\ <<set $item_use = "">>\ <<set $torch = { held:"false", level:0, minlevel:0, maxlevel:5, }>>\ <<set $torch.level = $torch.maxlevel>>\ <<set $charizardite = $charizardite>>\ <<set $food_rindo = $food_rindo>>\ <<set $bugbite = $bugbite>>\ <<set $bugbite = random(1,3)>>\ \ /* SINGLE ITEMS AND SINGLE VISIT PLACES */\ <<set $item_collect = { passage_sticks:"true", passage_old_map:"true", chamber_food:"true", armory_t_armour:"true", armory_sticks:"true", antechamber_food:"true", antechamber_lamp_oil:"true", antechamber_red_orb:"true", antechamber_azure_flute:"true", tunnel_lamp_oil:"true", collapse_t_shield:"true", shrine_food:"true", shrine_t_charm:"true", courtyard_t_rare_bone:"true", courtyard_rindo_berry:"true", alcove_t_dark_stone:"true", pool_t_quick_claw:"true", pool_food:"true", pool_t_eon_flute: "true", charizard_x:"true", }>>\ \ <<set $location_found = { r_entrance:"false", r_passageway:"false", r_chamber:"false", r_armory:"false", r_antechamber:"false", r_tunnel:"false", r_collapse:"false", r_shrine:"false", r_courtyard:"false", r_alcove:"false", r_pool:"false", }>>\ \ <<set $rooms_no_torch=["r_entrance", "r_passageway", "r_chamber", "r_armory", "r_antechamber", "r_courtyard", "r_alcove"]>>\ <<set $rooms_torch=["r_entrance", "r_passageway", "r_chamber", "r_armory", "r_antechamber", "r_tunnel", "r_collapse", "r_shrine", "r_pool"]>>\ \ /* PLAYER SONGS */ \ <<set $music = ["Hey Jude", "Love Me Do", "Here Comes the Sun", "Penny Lane" ,"Eleanor Ribgy", "A Day in the Life", "Come Together", "Blackbird", "Yellow Submarine", "Strawberry Fields Forever", "All You Need is Lover", "Help!", "I Feel Fine",]>>\

/* KOMMOO ATTACK CHANCE */\ <<set $Kommoo_attack_chance = random(1,4)>>\ /* TORCH DIES */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ <<set $torch.level to $torch.level-1>>\ <</if>> \ <<if $torch.level < $torch.minlevel>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt("Torch")>>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<set $torch.held = "false">>\ <<set $torch.level = $torch.maxlevel>>\ <<if $rooms_no_torch.includes($location.label)>><<goto torch_dies>> <<elseif $rooms_torch.includes($location.label)>><<goto torch_dies_dark>><</if>>\ \ <<elseif $Kommoo_attack_chance == 1>><<goto "kommoo_attack">>\ \ <<else>><<goto $location.label>>\ <</if>>\

/* HELD ITEM TF */\ \ \ <<if $player_carried.includes("Feather Charm")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto tf_lugia>><</timed>>\ <<elseif $player_carried.includes("Old Shield")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto tf_zamazenta>><</timed>>\ <<elseif $player_carried.includes("Old Sea Map")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto tf_mew>><</timed>>\ <</if>>\ \ /* ENSURING ONLY CARRY ONE TORCH */\ \ <<if $player_carried[0] == "Torch" and $player_carried[1] == "Torch">>\ You can only carry one torch at a time!\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf($player_carried[1]))>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Torch")>>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<timed 2s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <<else>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $player_carried.includes("Torch")>>\ <<set $torch.held = "true">>\ <<else>>\ <<set $torch.held = "false">>\ <</if>>\ \ <<link Return $location.label>><</link>> to your adventure! Held Items (Click to remove) \ \ /* REMOVE HELD ITEMS */\ \ \ Slot 1: <<if $player_carried[0] == "Torch">>\ <<linkreplace "$player_carried[0]">>\ You cannot unequip a flaming torch! But you can\ <<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf($player_carried[0]))>><<set $torch.held = "false">>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>> it!<</linkreplace>>\ <<elseif $player_carried[0] != "EMPTY">>\ <<linkreplace $player_carried[0]>><<set $rucksack.push($player_carried[0])>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf($player_carried[0]))>>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<goto inventory>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>EMPTY\ <</if>>\ Slot 2: <<if $player_carried[1] == "Torch">>\ <<linkreplace "$player_carried[1]">>\ You cannot unequip a flaming torch! But you can\ <<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf($player_carried[1]))>>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<set $torch.held = "false">> <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>> it!<</linkreplace>>\ <<elseif $player_carried[1] != "EMPTY">>\ <<linkreplace $player_carried[1]>><<set $rucksack.push($player_carried[1])>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf($player_carried[1]))>>\ <<set $player_carried.push("EMPTY")>>\ <<goto inventory>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>EMPTY\ <</if>>\ \ \ /* ADD HELD ITEMS */ \ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You have nothing in your rucksack to hold! <</if>>\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>> Your hands are full. You must unequip something before you can carry anything more! <</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length > 0>>You are carrying the following in your rucksack:<</if>>\ /* Item 1 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>>\ $rucksack[0]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[0])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[0]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[0]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[0]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 2 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 2>>\ $rucksack[1]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[1])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[1]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[1]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[1]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 3 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 3>>\ $rucksack[2]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[2])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[2]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[2]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[2]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 4 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 4>>\ $rucksack[3]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[3])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[3]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[3]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[3]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 5 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 5>>\ $rucksack[4]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[4])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[4]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[4]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[4]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 6 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 6>>\ $rucksack[5]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[5])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[5]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[5]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[5]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 7 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 7>>\ $rucksack[6]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[6])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[6]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[6]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[6]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 8 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 8>>\ $rucksack[7]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[7])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[7]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[7]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[7]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 9 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 9>>\ $rucksack[8]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[8])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[8]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[8]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[8]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 10 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 10>>\ $rucksack[9]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[9])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[9]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[9]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[9]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 11 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 11>>\ $rucksack[10]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[10])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[10]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[10]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[10]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 12 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 12>>\ $rucksack[11]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[11])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[11]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[11]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[11]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 13 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 13>>\ $rucksack[12]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[12])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[12]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[12]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[12]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 14 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 14>>\ $rucksack[13]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[13])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[13]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[13]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[13]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \ /* Item 15 */\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 15>>\ $rucksack[14]\ <<if $player_carried.count("EMPTY") == 0>>Carry<<else>><<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Carry">><<goto inventory>><<set $player_carried.unshift($rucksack[14])>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[14]))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace "Drop">>DROPPED\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf($rucksack[14]))>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <<if $rucksack.length >= 1>><<linkreplace Inspect>>Inspecting...\ <<set $item_use = $rucksack[14]>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto useitem>><</timed>>\ <</linkreplace>><</if>>\ <</if>> \

<<if $item_use == "Feather Charm">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It's an shamanic charm. The necklace holds a silver feather, though it looks more like a bird’s wing? The metal has dulled but it still has a strange beauty to it...and a strange energy? You have no idea what it was once used for, only that you don’t think you’d ever get fatigued wearing it. Maybe you should <<link "try it on?">>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Feather Charm"))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>> <<set $player_carried.unshift("Feather Charm")>> <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ Or you can just put it back in your <<link "bag" inventory>><</link>><</if>>\ \ \ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Old Shield">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s a struggle, given the size. Man, why did you think it would be a good idea to carry this!? You study the artifact. It’s an old steel shield which has been chipped and dented from use. That’s so awesome! Faint red and gold markings across the rusted metal suggest it was once brightly coloured. Testing it’s weight in your hands, you know this object will help provide extra defence against any pesky temple guardians! Maybe you should try <<link " lifting it?">>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Old Shield"))>>\ <<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>> <<set $player_carried.unshift("Old Shield")>> <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ Or you can just put it back in your <<link "bag" inventory>><</link>> <</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Food">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It's an old nutrient bar you found during your exploration. Goodness knows how long it’s been down here. It’s still edible right? Well...there’s only one way to find out! Well, you can either <<link "eat">> <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Food"))>>\ <<set $player.fatigue = $player.minfatigue>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto eat>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ it or <<link "return">>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ it to your bag <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Azure Flute">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s one the artefacts you’ve looted from the Temple of the Gods...though you’re not sure what significance it has. Hmmm. The instrument looks like a bright blue flute. Or a recorder, given there’s no reeds to blow over. Well, it looks cool anyhow. Your might as well put the flute back in your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">><</link>>... Then again, maybe you should put the instrument to your lips and see if it works? You’re no musician, but you might as well try and <<link "play the azure flute!" "play_azure_flute">><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Charizardite X">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. You recognise the stone as being a shard of Charizardite X. It’s likely got a proper mineralogical name and formula, but all that matters is that’s it’s blue and shiny. To your untrained eye, it looks like a piece of tinted glass. Maybe you should <<link "give it a scratch" "tf_charizard_x">><</link>> to check it’s the real thing? Hmm. Its appearance is unassuming given the stone's value and price tag. The Charizardite X is definitely something to put in your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">><</link>> and save for later. <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Stick">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. A piece of fallen wood that’s blown into the temple. It’s rough in your hands and would snap easily. Beyond using it to craft a torch, there’s no real use for the wood. <<if ($rucksack.count("Stick")>1) and $rucksack.includes("Lamp Oil")>>\ With some sticks and lamp oil, you may be able to fashion some kind of <<link "torch">>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Stick"))>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Stick"))>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Lamp Oil"))>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Torch")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>> Or you can just put it back in your <<link "bag">><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>> <<else>>\ There is nothing you can do with this stick. You might as well put it back in your <<link "rucksack">>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ . <</if>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Lamp Oil">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s a tin of antique lamp oil that you found during your discovery. Hmm, maybe others have explored the ruins in the past? Given the objects they’ve left behind, it’s unclear what happened to them inside the labyrinth. <<if ($rucksack.count("Stick")>1) and $rucksack.includes("Lamp Oil")>>\ With some sticks and lamp oil, you may be able to fashion some kind of <<link "torch">>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Stick"))>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Stick"))>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Lamp Oil"))>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Torch")>>\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>You can use the oil to <<link "replenish">>\ <<set $torch.level = $torch.maxlevel>>\ <<run $rucksack.deleteAt($rucksack.indexOf("Lamp Oil"))>>\\ <<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>>\ <</link>>\ the torch you already have.<</if>> Or you can just put it back in your <<link "bag">><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>> <</if>>\ \ <<if $item_use == "Torch">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s a torch you’ve created. Using a scrap of cloth from your rucksack, you’ve oiled the material and wrapped it around a bundle of dry sticks. With your pocket lighter you’ll have yourself a long-lasting light source to use. You better equip it first! <<link Return>><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Dark Stone">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s some kind of dark stone. That’s about it. You’re no geologist, but you’re pretty sure the inside shouldn’t be //glowing/ like that. Like a little black fire. Hmm, something for an expert to look at when you return to civilization. <<link Return>><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Rare Bone">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s a fossil, you know //that// much. You’d like to say it’s a dinosaur bone but given its size, it might only be a part of a foot or rib. In the gloom, you have to <<link "lift the relic to your face" "tf_tyrantum">><</link>> to study it. Huh, interesting. Worth keeping, anyhow. <<link Return>><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Quick Claw">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It’s a hooked ''Quick Claw'', an object that trainers give to their Pokemon. It's supposed to improve the reactions of the holder, though you have no idea how. For now, you're happy to leave it in your rucksack. You might be able to flog it at a later date. <<link Return>><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Old Sea Map">>\ You carefully lift the item out of your rucksack. It’s a map, with both a scale and a north arrow! Turning the crumbling paper around, you quickly realise it’s not going to help you in the temple...unless uh, maybe? The illustrations depict some kind of ocean scene. However, the layout of the islands looks strangely familiar. Perhaps if you equip the map, you may be able to use it to navigate? <<link Return>><<timed 0.5s>><<goto inventory>><</timed>><</link>>\ <</if>>\ \ \ \ \ <<if $item_use == "Eon Flute">>\ You pull the item out of your rucksack. It's a black, winged flute that you looted from the statue of the musician. On closer inspection, the instrument is not just a placeholder to look nice...but it has all the necessary holes that means it //should// play. Heh? You've just got to try...right? It wouldn't hurt to <<link "give the flute a little blow?" "play_eon_flute">><</link>>\ //Or// you can be a sensible explorer and just but the Eon Flute back in your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">><</link>>. You're not here to mess around. <</if>>\ \ \ \

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_passageway", name: "Passageway", description: "The light from behind you fades into a dull gloom. Stone walls drip with moisture, moss and algae sticking to the mortar. The air is cold and damp. Cracks in the stone floor remind you how ancient the monument must be. The passageway leads into a broad opening ahead.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Chamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_chamber">><</link>> Go to <<link "Ruins Entrance" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_entrance">><</link>>     <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_passageway == "true">>\ Wow. It’s pretty overgrown down here! Light from the cave opening penetrates deeply enough to have developed a mass of moss, lichen, and dense vines. The greenery creeps up the walls of the ruin, dripping with moisture. Small splashes of colour break the green foliage. You’re tempted to shuffle closer, drawn by the scent of <<linkreplace "delicate flowers...">>delicate flowers... You step closer, sniffing at the fragrance in the air. Just as you suspected, the wall is dotted with dainty yellow flowers. Many are half-wilted, hanging limply from ivy-like vines. Awww, you’re a few days too late! Some of the flowers have died back to leave little seed pods. Hmm, perhaps they’re some rare jungle plant? Before thinking about potential consequences, <<link "you reach out to pick one..." "tf_sceptile">><</link>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>You step over a pile of rubble and study the long passageway <<set $location_found.r_passageway = "true">>\ <</if>>\ <<linkreplace "Search the passageway">>A quick search of the crumbling ruins reveals the following: \ <<linkreplace "Mossy steps">>Mossy steps...<<if $item_collect.passage_old_map == "true">><<linkreplace "Huh? A scrap of paper?">>You pick up the paper and, upon closer inspection, it looks like some kind of map!? It's a bit damp, so you better leave it in your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">>!<</link>> to dry!\ <<set $rucksack.push("Old Sea Map")>>\ <<set $item_collect.passage_old_map = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> \ <<linkreplace "Stone pillars">>Stone pillars...Nothing<</linkreplace>><</linkreplace>> <<if $item_collect.passage_sticks == "true">>You find a <<linkreplace "bundle of sticks">> Added to Rucksack\ <<set $rucksack.push("Stick")>>\ <<set $item_collect.passage_sticks = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ lying on the floor. Huh, they might prove useful in handy? <</if>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_armory", name: "Armory", description: "This sideroom doesn’t feel safe. Large limestone blocks have fallen out of the walls, crushing the collection of artifacts scattered across the floor. Piles of metallic armour grace the squarish chamber, rusted plates and chainmail littering the damp floor.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Chamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_chamber">><</link>>       <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_armory == "true">>\ <<else>>\ <<set $location_found.r_amory = "true">>\ <</if>>\ \ <<linkreplace "Search the abandoned armory">>A quick search of the crumbling chamber reveals the following: <<linkreplace "Ancient crate">>Ancient crate…<<if $item_collect.armory_sticks == "true">><<linkreplace "a old stick">>\ You pick up dry twig and add it to your rucksack\ <<set $rucksack.push("Stick")>>\ <<set $item_collect.armory_sticks = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>!\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Pile of armor">>Pile of armor…<<if $item_collect.armory_t_armour == "true">>Hey! This looks cool! It's a huge steel chestplate like something an epic knight would wear. Epic! Maybe you should, eh...<<link "try it on?" tf_aggron>>\ <<set $item_collect.armory_t_armour = "false">>\ <</link>>\ <<else>>...You've decided not to wear the armor!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Rusty chainmail">>Rusty chainmail...Nothing!<</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

<<if $torch.held == "true">>\ /* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_tunnel", name: "Tunnel", description: "It’s so dark that you can barely see. Limestone walls lead you deeper into the ancient temple. The steps are worn and crumbling. Your footsteps echo as you descend. A loud clattering sound of stones falling from the ceiling is a little unsettling.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Collapsed Hallway" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_collapse">><</link>> Go to <<link "Chamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_chamber">><</link>>     <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>><<goto tf_zekrom>><</if>>\ <<if $torch.held == "false">><<goto torch_dies_dark>><</if>>\ \ <<if $torch.held == "true">>You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>> \ <<if $location_found.r_tunnel == "true">>\ You brush cobwebs from your face. Ugh, disgusting <<else>>\ It's so dark that you can barely <<linkreplace "see your feet!">>see your feet! So, it's no surprise when your boot bashes into something on the floor. At first, you think it's a rock. But the sudden burst of //incense// in the air leaves your choking. Ugh!? <<linkreplace "What is that horrid smell?">>What is that horrid smell? Lowering your torch, the flame reflects off what looks like a small brass ornament. Some kind of dish for a powder...which you've now kicked all over the floor. There's something strange about the smell it gives off. The incense is faintly nostalgic despite being such a <<linkreplace "putrid scent.">>putrid scent. Hmmm. <<link "Maybe you should give it a sniff?" "tf_lycanroc">><</link>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> <<set $location_found.r_tunnel = "true">>\ <</if>>\ <<if $item_collect.tunnel_lamp_oil == "true">>You find a <<linkreplace "can of lamp oil">>Added to Rucksack\ <<set $rucksack.push("Lamp Oil")>>\ <<set $item_collect.tunnel_lamp_oil = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ at your feet. Oh, that might be useful! <</if>>\ <<else>>\ It is too dark to see anything this deep into the ruins! If you want to search deeper, you're going to have to find and equip a light source. <<link "Return" r_chamber>><</link>> <</if>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_chamber", name: "Chamber", description: "The temple opens up around you. Shafts of light penetrate from the stone ceiling above, bright glimpses through the daylight above. A number of antechambers are present through narrow arches, pillars obscured by the dusky gloom. A slow dripping noise fills the space.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Tunnel" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_tunnel">><</link>> Go to <<link "Antechamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_antechamber">><</link>> Go to <<link "Armory" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_armory">><</link>> Go to <<link "Passageway" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_passageway">><</link>> <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_chamber == "true">>\ <<else>>\ <<set $location_found.r_chamber = "true">>\ <</if>>\ \ There’s a pool of water in the centre of the camber. Then again, the surface of the liquid looks too pale and smooth to be a normal puddle. Drips from the ceiling splash across the pool. You’re not sure why, but you just want to <<linkreplace "touch it.">>touch it...even though you can tell something is off about the substance. It looks like some kind of pale mucus? Your curiosity is too great to let your queries go unanswered! You just want to <<link "dab your fingers into the surface!" tf_goodra>><</link>><</linkreplace>>

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_antechamber", name: "Chamber", description: "This sideroom is too large to see all four walls at once. Huge columns support a ceiling cracked by shafts of light. Vines dangle from overhead and moss coats the floor. The air is damp and thick.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Chamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_chamber">><</link>> Go to <<link "Courtyard" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_courtyard">><</link>>     <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_antechamber == "true">>\ <<else>>\ You duck through the entranceway, water dripping down your neck. Woah, what is this place? <<set $location_found.r_antechamber = "true">>\ <</if>>\ \ <<linkreplace "Search the antechamber">>A quick search of the crumbling stone room reveals the following: <<linkreplace "Abandoned chest">>You search the abandoned chest... Huh? There’s a lot more in this chest then you were expecting! <<linkreplace "Faded box">>Faded box...<<if $item_collect.antechamber_lamp_oil == "true">><<linkreplace "a tin of lamp oil!">> You pick up rusted container and add it to your rucksack!\ <<set $rucksack.push("Lamp Oil")>>\ <<set $item_collect.antechamber_lamp_oil = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> \ <<linkreplace "Leather satchel">>Leather satchel...<<if $item_collect.antechamber_red_orb == "true">><<link "Huh? Some kind of spherical red stone...?" "tf_groundon">>\ <</link>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> \ <<linkreplace "Mouldy sailcloth">>Mouldy sailcloth...<<if $item_collect.antechamber_azure_flute == "true">><<linkreplace "Wait!? Is that a flute?">> It sure looks like it! A bright blue flute just short enough to fit into your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">>!<</link>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Azure Flute")>>\ <<set $item_collect.antechamber_azure_flute = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> \ <<linkreplace "Hessian bag">>Hessian bag...<<if $item_collect.antechamber_food == "true">><<linkreplace "a forgotten nutrient bar!">>You pick up food and drop it into your rucksack! There's a reason you're famed for your hunger!\ <<set $rucksack.push("Food")>>\ <<set $item_collect.antechamber_food = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_shrine", name: "Shrine", description: "The dark passageway opens up into a small chamber. Arched doorways lead into other rooms. However, this area is filled with a limestone shrine. Evidence of a cloth and offerings are seen in the mothballed fabric left behind. Strange carvings are cut into the stone walls.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Collapsed Hallway" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_collapse">><</link>>       <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ \<<if $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>><<goto tf_zekrom>><</if>> <<if $torch.held == "false">><<goto torch_dies_dark>><</if>>\ \ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>><</if>> \ <<if $location_found.r_shrine == "true">>\ <<else>>\ Huh? Maybe you’ve found what you came here for! Your eyes gaze around the room, taking in every feature with a bubble of excitement in your stomach <<set $location_found.r_shrine = "true">>\ <</if>>\ \ A shrine rests in the centre of the room. It’s little more than a huge block of square stone with a scattering of objects across the top. Tatters of cloth suggest it was once covered, although anything of real value has already been taken. Your torch lights the hieroglyphs etched into the chamber walls. The words are neatly placed around huge carvings depicting enormous birds and strange towers. <<linkreplace "Search the ancient shrine">>A quick search of the archaic stone shrine reveals the following: <<linkreplace "Dusty surface">>Dusty surface…Nothing<</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Leather purse">>Leather purse...<<if $item_collect.shrine_t_charm == "true">><<linkreplace "a feather charm">> You pick up the strange talisman and add it to your <<link "rucksack" inventory>><</link>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Feather Charm")>>\ <<set $item_collect.shrine_t_charm = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>!\ <<else>>Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>> <<linkreplace "Brass plate">>Brass plate...<<if $item_collect.shrine_food== "true">><<linkreplace "an abandoned offering">> You pick up what appears to be a nutrient bar. Wait...it is? Wow, whoever was here last had a sense of humour! Maybe it's still edible? You put it in your <<link "rucksack" inventory>><</link>>, just in case\ <<set $rucksack.push("Food")>>\ <<set $item_collect.shrine_food = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>!\ <<else>>Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_collapse", name: "Collapsed Hallway", description: "The passageway flattens but is almost completely blocked by rockfall. You squeeze through the gaps, unsure if travelling further is a good idea. The air is dry and dusty, clinging to your lungs. Broken rubble covers the tunnel floor.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Shrine" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_shrine">><</link>> Go to <<link "Tunnel" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_tunnel">><</link>>     <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ \<<if $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>><<goto tf_zekrom>><</if>> <<if $torch.held == "false">><<goto torch_dies_dark>><</if>>\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>> \ <<if $location_found.r_collapse == "true">>\ Huh? It looks like there’s a gap under the collapsed ceiling! You might be able to wriggle under the rubble into a hidden room. Sure, there’s the risk of being crushed under a ton of rubble, but you just think what might be on the [[opposite side!|r_pool]] <<else>>\ <<set $location_found.r_collapse = "true">>\ <</if>>\ Hey...there's <<linkreplace "something half-buried in the rubble!?">>something half-buried in the rubble...<<if $item_collect.collapse_t_shield== "true">>on closer inspection is looks like an old shield? Maybe it's some kind of artifact left in the original temple. You think you can move enough stone to <<linkreplace "yank it out.">>yank it out. Wow, it's heavy! With a tug you pull it free. Oh damn that looks cool!? Regardless of how heavy the shield is, you put it in your <<link "rucksack" inventory>><</link>>!\ <<set $rucksack.push("Old Shield")>>\ <<set $item_collect.collapse_t_shield = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...but it's just the space from where your exstracted the shield earlier! <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

\<<set $kommoo_met = "true">> \ \<<if $item_collect.charizard_x == "true">> \<<set $charizardite = random(1,4)>> \<<elseif $item_collect.charizard_x !== "true">> \<<set $charizardite = 0>> \<<else>> \<<set $charizardite = 0>> \<</if>> \ \<<print either("You freeze, holding your breath at the scuttle of claws on stone. The sound, however, comes from behind as you spin, rucksack tugging at your shoulders. You barely have time to react before the Pokemon is bearing down on you.","Your footsteps echo through the ruins, the patter of falling water catching at your ears. A shiver runs down your spine. The feeling that something is watching you. Ducking through an archway, you look up only to jump in flight at red eyes illuminating the darkness.",)>> A Kommo-o appears from the maze of chambers. <<if $torch.held == "true">>Hands shaking, you wave your torch before you as if to scare away the scaly dragon. It puffs, raising its front claws in a clear show of aggression.<<else>>With no source of illumination, the dragon’s red stare fills the darkness. Shit, you wished you had a torch or something to scare it off!<</if>> The reptilian Pokemon’s eyes narrow, tail lashing in response to the perceived intruder. It’s gold-lined plates clatter as it takes a step forward. The Kommo-o’s beakish snout opens with a fierce growl. Shit. You better leg it whilst you’ve still got the chance, [[Run!|kommoo_flee]] \<<if $rucksack.includes("Quick Claw")>> NO! You’ve still got the ''Quick Claw'' that you found near the pool! You’re no Pokemon, but maybe if you try wielding the magical object, it might just work! You whip out the claw, body already flushed with the strange energy of the item. You hold it up, legs tensing and ready to run. This had <<link "better work" "tf_feraligatr">><</link>> \<</if>>

You cringe, closing your eyes and holding your breath. Waiting for the <<linkreplace "end to come...">>end to come... And <<linkreplace "waiting...">>waiting... You feel the pressure on your chest ease. The reptile towering over snorts, filling your nose with its torrid breath that stinks of rotten flesh. You cough, gagging at the stench which leaves your thoughts slow and woozy. Uhh...what was happening? The Kommo-o steps away, red eyes reverting their dark stare into something much more gentle. <<linkreplace "You scramble to your feet...">>You scramble to your feet... Or at least you try! Pressing your hands onto the floor and your claws bounce off the stone. Huh, //claws!?// You stare at your hands in the dim light, unable to comprehend the grey scales spreading across your palms. Yelping, you scramble backwards. There's a burst of pain as your feet seem too big for your shoes before, with a loud ''CRACK'', they burst outwards. Three monstrous black-scaled toes grow out of the tattered remains. You're too freaked-out for words. Either that or your brain is too fuzzy to respond. You can only stare, dumbfounded, as protrusions along your arms begin to tent under your shirt. A moment later and there's a loud ''RRRIIIPPP'' as large golden-hemmed scaly plates expand from your biceps. They sprout down your elbows to your hands, now little more than four-clawed paws. Panting, the pain washing through your body is numbed by an intoxicating headiness. You blink, unsure why your scalp feels so funny. There's a sensation akin to //stretching// as you feel your hair fall away to leave thick grey scales. Plates emerge here too. Red and gold etching lines the armor sprouting from your scalp like a headdress. As if the ache from the new plates isn't painful enough, your nose begins tugging outwards to form a stout muzzle. Your pants turn to a hiss, lips sucking in to leave a beak-like protrusion below blood-red eyes. The Kommo-o standing over your tilts its head, warbling what sounds like //reassurance.// For...for what? You wiggle your jaw, shaking your head as your neck stretched upwards from your thinning chest. Ugh, you felt so heavy! Your shirt continues to rip and fall away. As do your trousers when a huge lizard's tail bursts from your behind. Your spine curls, tensing from the slender mass resting above your rump. You yelp, a surprisingly feminine sound as you spin, grinding your fattening loins against the stone floor. You tilt your head, uncertain about the transformation taking place...only knowing that it was strangely //right.// Even the ache in your groin is oddly arousing. Your red eyes widen at the sight of your cock shriveling, leaving only a tight //cloaca// — a perfectly rounded orifice for pooping, laying, and //fucking.// Your hips shudder at the thought. Uhhh...why did you feel so //hot// all of a sudden? <<linkreplace "So dry and warm...?">>So dry and warm...? Shaking off the strange feeling, you clamber to your feet. quivering, you hear the clatter of your armor plating tinkle down your spine and tail. Oh, //yes!// You caw in a girly yip of glee. That feels nice! Turning to the Kommo-o, you see a mirror image of yourself...but for the flaccid penis between his legs. With a wink, you wiggle your fat ass. Maybe a //certain somebody// can give you a tour of [[the temple|post_tf_kommoo]]...and perhaps your new body? \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

\<<if $charizardite == 1>> <<if $player.fatigue == $player.maxfatigue>>\ After exploring the ruins for so long without a break, your body is exhausted. You’re out of breath the instant your start running, your backpack digging into your shoulders. Faster! You stumble, flailing your arms to remain upright. Although you reacted remarkably fast to the sudden appearance of the temple guardians...there’s no way you can compete with the speed of the Kommo-o. The scaly dragon-type is upon you within an instant. You scream as it’s beak clamps onto your shoulder and lifts you into the air. Claws grab you and fling you to the ground. <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch clatters against the stone beside you<</if>> Dazed, you stare up at the glowing red eyes of the reptile. It sinks a clawed foot into your chest. Welp, <<link "this is it" tf_kommoo>><</link>>... /* MIN FATIGUE */\ <<elseif $player.fatigue == $player.minfatigue>>\ <<set $player.fatigue += 1>>\ You react instantly, jumping back from the Kommo-o and falling into an easy sprint. The scaly dragon bellows, raising its tail to scare off the would-be-looter. You’ve already dropped into a run. Without looking back, you dive from one room to the next until the rattle of the Pokemon’s armored scales fades. When you’re sure that you can no longer hear the sound of it’s draconic claws scraping the stone, you come to a stop. Panting, you gather your breath. Ugh, that was tiring. Though...better to escape than be trampled by the temple guardian. Puffing out a sigh, you scan the surrounding stonework to relocate yourself. Even aggressive Kommo-o weren’t going to stop you <<link "exploring" "charizardite_x">><</link>> deeper into the temple! /* INTERMEDIATE FATIGUE */\ <<else>>\ <<set $player.fatigue += 1>>\ Your body is tired from so much exploring. However, the adrenaline of being confronted by the Kommo-o is enough to perk you up again. Your feet burst into action. Holding onto the straps of your backpack, you duck away from the lunge of the ruin guardian. The scaly dragon bellows and lays chase. Ducking and diving, you weave back into the ruins and head towards the nearest hiding spot. Only your size and agility is any advantage over the Kommo-o’s speed. You don’t look back, picking random directions around stone pillars and collapsed boulders to outwit the Pokemon. Puffing and panting, you no longer hear the sound of claws against the stone. Glancing behind you and there’s no evidence of gleaming red eyes. Ok...maybe you lost them? Fuck, these temple gaurdians were out to get you! It takes a few minutes to catch your breath. Wow, you’re not sure how much longer you can run like that! Puffing out a sigh, you scan the surrounding stonework to relocate yourself. Even aggressive Kommo-o weren’t going to stop you <<link "exploring" "charizardite_x">><</link>> deeper into the temple! Wow! All this running is making you hungry! They say your body is a temple...and it’ll end up as cracked and ruined as the monument you’re looting if you don’t maintain your sugar levels. Huh, you did pack something in your <<link bag inventory>><</link>> right? \<</if>> \<<elseif $charizardite !== 1>> /* MAX FATIGUE */\ <<if $player.fatigue == $player.maxfatigue>>\ After exploring the ruins for so long without a break, your body is exhausted. You’re out of breath the instant your start running, your backpack digging into your shoulders. Faster! You stumble, flailing your arms to remain upright. Although you reacted remarkably fast to the sudden appearance of the temple guardians...there’s no way you can compete with the speed of the Kommo-o. The scaly dragon-type is upon you within an instant. You scream as it’s beak clamps onto your shoulder and lifts you into the air. Claws grab you and fling you to the ground. <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch clatters against the stone beside you<</if>> Dazed, you stare up at the glowing red eyes of the reptile. It sinks a clawed foot into your chest. Welp, <<link "this is it" tf_kommoo>><</link>>... /* MIN FATIGUE */\ <<elseif $player.fatigue == $player.minfatigue>>\ <<set $player.fatigue += 1>>\ You react instantly, jumping back from the Kommo-o and falling into an easy sprint. The scaly dragon bellows, raising its tail to scare off the would-be-looter. You’ve already dropped into a run. Without looking back, you dive from one room to the next until the rattle of the Pokemon’s armored scales fades. When you’re sure that you can no longer hear the sound of it’s draconic claws scraping the stone, you come to a stop. Panting, you gather your breath. Ugh, that was tiring. Though...better to escape than be trampled by the temple guardian. Puffing out a sigh, you scan the surrounding stonework to relocate yourself. Even aggressive Kommo-o weren’t going to stop you <<link "exploring" $location.label>><</link>> deeper into the temple! /* INTERMEDIATE FATIGUE */\ <<else>>\ <<set $player.fatigue += 1>>\ Your body is tired from so much exploring. However, the adrenaline of being confronted by the Kommo-o is enough to perk you up again. Your feet burst into action. Holding onto the straps of your backpack, you duck away from the lunge of the ruin guardian. The scaly dragon bellows and lays chase. Ducking and diving, you weave back into the ruins and head towards the nearest hiding spot. Only your size and agility is any advantage over the Kommo-o’s speed. You don’t look back, picking random directions around stone pillars and collapsed boulders to outwit the Pokemon. Puffing and panting, you no longer hear the sound of claws against the stone. Glancing behind you and there’s no evidence of gleaming red eyes. Ok...maybe you lost them? Fuck, these temple gaurdians were out to get you! It takes a few minutes to catch your breath. Wow, you’re not sure how much longer you can run like that! Puffing out a sigh, you scan the surrounding stonework to relocate yourself. Even aggressive Kommo-o weren’t going to stop you <<link "exploring" $location.label>><</link>> deeper into the temple! Wow! All this running is making you hungry! They say your body is a temple...and it’ll end up as cracked and ruined as the monument you’re looting if you don’t maintain your sugar levels. Huh, you did pack something in your <<link bag inventory>><</link>> right? <</if>>\ <</if>>\

<<set $ending = { legendary:"flase", pokemon:"Kommo-o", label:"", }>>\ Life as a temple guard isn't as bad as you first imagined. Not that there's any resemblance of //'you'// left in the Kommo-o. Only a basic instinct and satisfaction for your new calling. All your past memories have been stripped alongside your humanity..and your dick. Though, the orifice that replaced it was //sooo// much better! You shake an itch from your shoulder, the armour plates along your forelimbs, neck, and headdress clattering. It's a pleasant noise to fill the ruined temple. The type of sound that attracts //mates.// You like how well the armored plating accentuates your flared hips and slender tail. It's almost a shame. As the newest addition to the pack, you're the only temple guardian left un-paired. You stalk the ancient monument. It's a territory shared amongst your species and home of plenty of Pokemon to prey on. Your crimson eyes adjust to see perfectly in the gloom, forever alert for trespassers. Just the thought of human looters barging into your home leaves your sharp beak trembling in anger. Shaking your tail, gold-rimmed plates rattling, you know how important your role is. Although crumbling into ruins, the temple still had a purpose...and you will protect it to your dying days. It doesn't take long before you have the <<linkreplace "opportunity...">>opportunity... You have the pleasure of catching the next human who explores the ancient temple. It's a young woman with more guts than sense. She's quickly prey to your claws, snarling as you pin her to the ground. How weak and pathetic humans were! With a puff, you infuse her with your thick scent. Yes, she'd make a perfect vessel and <<linkreplace "an even better mate...!">>an even better mate...! Four years later and there's no evidence that you, nor your muscular Kommo-o partner were once anything other than Pokemon. Together, you split your time between guarding the precious temple and raising a recently hatched Jangmo-o. Sure, you'd love to explore more of the world, but everything you need it right here! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center>\ \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

The chest plate is so heavy that you can barely lift it! Taking off your rucksack, you study the pockmarked steel in the dim light. It’s a dark grey, ribbed, and buckled to an identical plate that slides across your back. Twin protrusions on the shoulders appear to be solid iron. No wonder it’s so //heavy!// Uhhh, you're not so sure about this anymore. \<div id="choice"> Fuck it. This looks awesome! You’ve just //got// to <<link "try this on!">><<replace "#choice">> Without a better idea, you lay the armor down on the flagstones and //crawl// inside of it. There’s plenty of room. Whoever the armor plating was designed to cover must have been a brute! You stick your head through the top, seeing how puny you are inside the steel. Ok. Now time to stand up! After a lot of grunting and swearing, you heave yourself onto your feet. Immediately you stagger, putting an arm out for support. Fuck! How did people //wear// this stuff? You almost topple as your fingers don’t grab the stone wall, but yet more metal. There’s a huge ''CRASH'' as a helmet falls onto the floor. You fling your arms, barely managing to stay upright. Huh? This must <<linkreplace "complete the set..?">>complete the set..? The helmet is flat on top. Well, apart from huge horns which extend forward as two, straight spikes. Sectioned steel plates look like they are designed to protect the neck. There's no evidence of a chin strap. Hmm, perhaps it rotted away? You grin. You were going to look so //awesome// with this on! Surprised, you find yourself able to lift the helmet without much effort. The solid steel isn’t light, but your arm muscles flex with ease. It’s satisfying, feeling the raw strength in your stomach. Placing the horned helmet on, you swiftly notice the resemblance of the armor to something more natural. An ''Aggron''? With the huge steel horns and the big clawed feet, the similarities were obvious! You laugh, stamping your own widening toes. This was awesome! Wow! No wonder people wore this stuff. You feel epic! So sturdy and //heavy.// Indestructible, under the thick steep tightly surrounding your large belly. Huh, you don’t remember the steel being so snug? You pause, studying the armor under the shade of the helmet. It’s like the black metal has fused with your chest. You scratch at it, creating the distinctive //screech// of metal-on-metal. Narrowing your eyes on your hands, you notice the issue. Of course you have steel claws! Why would you think otherwise? Confusion makes your vision swirl as you stomp backwards, hearing stone shattering under your huge, dinosaur-like feat. They’re black and //heavy.// In fact, your paws so thick that your legs rise like tree-trunks up to your bulging abdomen. Ha, so big and chunky! You roll your shoulders, feeling the raw strength in your thick biceps and broad hands. Your palms are so big that your digits are almost useless for anything but pounding and grinding. Ho! You could turn rock to dust with such heavy hands! Your body heats up with such pleasurable thoughts! You shake your head, arousal filling your chiselled loins from the raw power instilling in your body. Your kick away fabric clinging to your toes, leather squashed under your feet as they seem to expand away from you? You cock your head, feeling the helmet-like protection across your scalp bump across the ceiling. Ducking, you’re suddenly aware of how tiny the chamber is! Huh? How did you get down here in the first place? Spinning around, a vast grey tail flicks out behind you. There's a colossal ''CRUNCH'' as you slam your plated appendage through the remaining pile of armor. Aww, it was almost cute what human's did. You, however, are //made// of steel! You roar in laughter. Slamming your tail through the pile, you resort to stamping on the rusted metal. You enjoy the dull throb of that the motion creates in your enormous muscles. Priceless artifacts turn to dust under your stomping. Ha! Such pathetic creatures! Ho! How satisfying it was to be [[this big|post_tf_aggron]]! \<</linkreplace>> \<</replace>> <</link>> Leave the armor alone and <<link "continue with your adventure" r_armory>><</link>> \</div>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Aggron", label:"", }>>\ Body tensing, you quiver with glee as you continue to //grow//. Not only //upwards// as your steel body fills with rock and chunky muscle...but //outwards// too. You feel your belly bulge, chest filling-out even as your arms thicken into pillars. Exhaling in giddy joy, your woops of pleasure turn into low roars of approval. Nothing can stand in your way! That is, until your horned head <<linkreplace "bashes into the ceiling...">>bashes into the ceiling... With no awareness of where you are, you rip through the ancient temple, bursting out from the cave system to bellow in glee. The dust settles on your armored plating. Haha! Boulders turn to gravel under your enormous feet. You growl with the enjoyment of creating such thoughtless devastation. Ho! It was too //easy// when you’re so <<linkreplace "big and powerful...!">>big and powerful...! Your new life as Aggron is both mindless and destructive. For a giant dinosaur that feeds off broken rocks and the crushed victims that dare oppose you, it’s a simple existence. You bash when you feel angry, and smash when you feel bored. And wow, wasn’t there a lot to destroy in the temple ruins! You turn the place into your home, tearing down walls to make a dingy lair. It’s as much a home as a monument to your <<linkreplace "terrific strength...">>terrific strength... Two years later and you have suffered very little disturbance. Now and then humans would appear, looking for relics to steal from your lair. They either left very quickly or befell your awesome power. The only thing left to explore was your unmatched might! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Your torch splutters. Shit! It's been burning low for a while now, but you were expecting it to last another five minutes! The last flames flare, sucking up the rest of the lamp oil, before fizzling out. In an instant, the temple around you returns to darkness. Given how deep you are, there's nothing to illuminate the ruins. Your vision is pitch-black, heart beating fast in your chest. Shit! Even if you did have the materials in your rucksack, you can't do anything but fumble blindly at the bag. Fuck! How are you supposed to get out when you can't even see...nor remember what direction you were facing? Spinning around, you freeze at the sight of two red lights floating before you. With no sense of distance, the luminous orbs grow into recognisable eyes. They're narrowed on you and gently rocking...as if belonging to someone or something rapidly bearing down on you. Shit! You take a step back and stumble as a roar fills your ears. With a yelp, you land on your bottom as the large thump of claws on the flagstones shakes your stomach. There's nothing you can do but <<link "face the beast" tf_yveltal>><</link>>!

The eyes blink and suddenly dissapear. A huge ''//WHOOSH//'' fills your ears. The darkness around you seems to intensify, flickering before a gut-wrenching lurch sends you tumbling...//upwards?// It’s like gravity has flipped as you fall onto your chest. Groaning, you try to adjust to the dizzying spin in your head. A green light suffices your eyes as you blink. Ugh...<<linkreplace "what just happened...?">>what just happened...? Shaking, you clamber onto your knees. A damp, musky smell fills your nostrils as you survey the ruins around you. Wait...You’d seen glowing eyes? Fuck, your torch! You need to get out! Except you're not inside the ruin any more. The stone walls have gone, replaced by a twisted world of stone platforms which leave you head spinning. It's dark, damp, and has a faint green hue to everything. You can recognise bits of the 'Temple of Gods', but it's like the ruins have been diced and spilt over an Escher waterfall. A kaleidoscope of rooms and stairwells. There's a strange energy to the place...a //distortion world// of dizzying angles and platforms. A hum reverberates your chest, like a deep bass that rumbles through your knees into your groin. Ugh...of //all// places! You've just been transported to who knows where and all you can think about it <<linkreplace "getting a semi...!">>getting a semi...! The arousal only gets worse. You shudder in the humid air, an electric tingle shooting down your spine. Grumbling, you shake your head in an attempt to clear your thoughts. A haze clings to your mind as you tug at the collar of your shirt. Both in an attempt to take a deep breath and relieve the tension across your chest. Fuck, ugh...why was it so tight...! You instinctively feel at your pecs, startled by how you palms rub over twin mounds of flesh already inflating out from your chest. Fuck! What the...Oh! //OOOooohHH!?// They were so //sensitive// and...''RIIIIPPP!'' Your shirt can’t handle the volume of two tits blooming around your sternum. Buttons pop as your bosom spills out - bright red boobs with chunky nipples that jiggle and bounce! //Ooohh~!// You shiver in delight at the pleasurable expansion. Something in your mind says this is all wrong...but the stimulation of your nipples leaves you dazed. Hehe! Look how //bouncy// they are! The ripping of your shirt is <<linkreplace "just the beginning...">>just the beginning... Within moments, your trousers have stretched taut and begun tearing. As do your shoes, bursting open in an instant of sharp pain. Your body is spilling out of your clothes! Hehe! You chortle, kicking away the leather of your shredded boots. Aww they’re so small! You curled your chunky toes. Bright red hide covers two huge, silver-clawed digits. Like the feet of a monstrous bird. You wiggled them playfully. Your legs burst from your trousers. Not merely because of the wobbly flesh being added to accentuate the curve of our calves...but for how big they were! The growth is occurring across your entire body, clothes falling away in tatters to display your gradual expansion. You fall backwards onto your fattening rump, watching your feet enlarge and lurch away from your torsoe. The growing pains of stretching taller and //taller// focuses on your spine. Four inches of added height turn into a foot...into nearly a metre! The growth of your blossoming form quickly transforms you into an eight-feet tall pillar of curves and muscle. Your black-striped red hide enhances the look from something girly to outright //seductive.// You can only groan, awash with the numb heat coursing through your body. It addles your mind, eyes widening as you flex your sleek legs and widening flanks. Fuck, you look amazing! Naked, your clothes are a pitiful pile of scraps resting beneath your fat ass. Oh it was so plump and //round!// You wiggle, feeling your tush filling out in <<linkreplace "all the right places...">>all the right places... But it isn’t merey fat turning your hips into thick, voluptuous, and //very// womanly curves. Muscle too binds to your form. You tilt your head back and practically growl at the blissful feeling. Uh yes! So big and //powerful//...and so fucking hot! You’re sweating under a thick red hide that’s already coating most of your body. The skin feels like soft leather, smooth and oh so sensitive! Your body is blood red in colour all the way up to your neck. Here, your skin turns a deep black across your sleek arms and down to your slender fingers. You rub at your forearms, feeling the muscle turning your eight-foot body not merely into a jaw-droppingly feminine figure...but a goddess! If your mind isn’t fogged by the pleasurable heat building in your crotch, you may have recognised the markings of ''Yveltal'', the legendary being of destruction. Instead, you can only moan in lusty delight...! The sound is amplified by the stout muzzle pushing out of your face, creating a slim jawline above a ruffle of grey fur adorning your petite neck. You can barely focus on the changes as your enlarging eyes grow into a permanent stare. One that is deep and so //alluring//. Black ear-like lobes push from your now bare scalp. There’s no shred of hair to blemish your perfect body. You flush at the thought. But there’s no denying it...you //were// perfect in every way. From the melon-sized tits remaining impossibly perky on your chest, slimming down to your narrow belly and chunky flanks. Even you petite feet and the sharp pain tugging at…//oohh~!// Tugging you butt! You turn to stare at the flesh squeezing out of your tailbone. However, even with a flat draconic tail pressing out from your jiggly rump, your focus is captivated by <<linkreplace "something else entirely...">>something else entirely... You run your clawed-hands down your lithe belly, flopping onto your back to better access your huge breasts. You wiggle from the arousing stimulation. It was glorious! Your body flushes hotter and //hotter.// The heat focuses into a piercing void which rocks your loins. Instinctively, you spread your legs, hips quivering as you explore your waiting folds. Your fondle you breast with the other hand, tugging at the flesh as you probed the final changes occurring to your indisputably provocative body... It's all you can do to hold yourself back. Pussy wet, your hips shudder just from the thought of teasing your dripping sex. Fuck you were so hot and soooo horny. Hehe. Maybe...maybe you should [['investigate'|solo_smut_yveltal]]? That's what you're good at, right? Exploring damp //holes.// You're not sure you can <<linkreplace "hold off any longer...">>hold off any longer... As you hover over your sex, it's all you can do not to sink a finger into your slit...but your ears perk up at a nearby sound. Wait? You’re not alone!? You flush. Not with embarrassment at your //very// revealing situation, but the thick scent cloying the air. It's clear that somebody else is here with you. And that somebody is [[male|sex_yveltal]]... <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

You slip a clawed-finger into your moist lips before you can help yourself. Wow! That...//oooh fuck!// Instantly, you throw your head back and groan with the waves of pleasure that course through your body. Your thighs jiggle, butt quivering as you hump into air. Ooh that felt amazing! You thought having a dick was sensitive...but the arousal shooting down your spine leaves you breathless. You run your fingers in circles around the lips of your slit, wing-like tail thumped against the ground in delight. Even the merest touch threatens your curvy body with climax. You red and black hide shimmers with the sweat. Fuck, your body feels like it’s been plunged into //fire!// Your nipples are dripping with moisture...though that might be because you’ve already begun to lactate. You press and squeeze at your tits with a free hand, tongue lolling out of your muzzle with the exhilaration of such uncontrollable sexual pleasure. Fuck that feels amazing...! Your body is consumed with the lusty need to fill your gaping slit. You hump into your fingering like a bitch, tail trembling as you let out a lusty groan. You blush. Not thanks to the complete lack of restraint you display, groin humping into your hand even as you tease at the hood of your spade. No. Your black ears fall back, a wicked grin spreading across your black-stiped muzzle at the fantasies //filling// your mind. Fuck, you’d do //anything// to sate the inferno burning from the void in your nethers...you’d claim whatever was required to spread your hips, fill your vagina, and smother your insides with thick cum. How you //needed// it! To //fill// yourself with dick. Not only sheathed inside your pussy but between your enormous tits. In your maw and splattering your sleek muzzle with splooge. The longer your pumped your pussy with three, and then //four// fingers, the more your mind fills with such <<linkreplace "desires...">>desires... Writhing on your back, you unconsciously part your legs. Thighs wobbling, flat tail bouncing against the ground, you are completely unaware of your surroundings. Your only concern is probing at your gloriously stimulating breasts, and rubbing at your red hide in all the right places that demand attention. Your toes curl, hips gyrating in an effort to sink your fingers as deep into your puffy lips as they can possibly go...//knowing// it’s never going to be enough. Panting, you savour each thrust into your oozing sex with a girly groan. As if, by squeezing out the breathy calls for even more stimulation, you might be able to tip yourself over the edge. You can feel your pussy walls shuddering, thighs pushing wider as you growl. Ohh fuck you’re so //close!// You imagine being filled, attempting to fist yourself while picturing a thick dick spreading your engorged pussy. No. You’re not begging for it with huffy pants...but //demanding// it. Claiming what was rightfully yours! Fuck, you were so needy that your could almost //smell// the musk of the male. Yes! Thick and virile...but playful and //ooooh!// Yes. <<linkreplace "So close...!">>So close...! You’re all too aware of the pleasures of your new, female body. Sprawled on your back, the mass of your breasts literally pins you to the ground. A grin spreads across your muzzle, showing white fangs as you sink your hands into your supple tit-flesh. You moan in delight, feeling your narrow belly expand above hips so wide that you could fit a bull into the gap. Yes. A fuck-off massive male with a veiny cock and //ooohhHHH YES!// As an eight-foot goddess of destruction, you craved something to //decimate// your horny form. You almost fail to hear the sound of footsteps over your girly whines. Barely even pausing your sexual endeavours, slamming your pussy up to claim your fist, your eyes trace upwards to the male standing over you. Oh! hehe! [[Just what you need...!|sex_yveltal]] <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

You eyes look up at the male towering over you. Oh, where did he come from? "Hey there big guy." You entice, sucking on a lip in an attempt to control your breathing. "Where did //you// come from?" The male regards you with his hands on his hips. He's stark naked, with everything on display...including a rather sizable package. You openly stare, leaving your fingers wedged in your wet pussy. Hehe, that's //just//what you were imagining! ''Giratina'', the renegade, is one hell of a sight. He towers over you at nearly nine-foot, three-toed feet splaying as he gawks at your clumsy masturbation. The male anthro is mostly humanoid in appearance. The only exception being his golden head-plate above a short black muzzle, and a pair of midnight wings gracing his back. Giratina observes you carefully, chest heaving. And wow, what a chest it was! The legendary is ripped from head to toe in coarse muscle. Grey, leathery hide swells around his calves, thighs, biceps, and massive shoulders...//bulging// with dense muscle. His black-striped chest is so enormous that his pectorals look like mountains! They clench as Giratina crosses his arms. Oooh. Sooo //chunky!// "I should be asking the same of you, Yveltal. Nobody has seen you in centuries!" You flash a shrewd grin, managing to pull your hands away from your sex long enough to push yourself to your feet. Placed before the male, you’re suddenly aware of how thin and lithe your womanly body is compared to his gigantic form. You pussy drips fluid down your nethers. In your heat you’re leaking profusely, filling the alternate dimension with cloying pheromones that otherwise perpetually cling to your curvy body. You angle your hip, tail brushing past your ankles. How joyous it was to tease! Giratina fails to meet your eyes. Instead, his gaze remains solidly fixed on your chest. Oh, yes! Weren't you just //irresistible!// "It's been a long time…" You seduce, eyes wide and full of mock naivety. Though, given how happy you were to display your mammoth breasts and flared hips, there was no doubting your sexual prowess. Oh how //easy// it was to toy with men like this! "You know. I could…Wahh!!" Giratina tumbles backwards. The man had been so concerned with your perky boobs that he'd failed to notice your tail coil behind him. In a swift motion, you whip your tail into his knees, place your hands on his chiseled six-pack, and press all your weight into him. Unlike Giratina's fall, your descent is much more controlled. You’re on top of the musky male in seconds, giggling at how easy it is to overpower such bulk. "Hey! What do you-!" "Hush big boy. //I'm// going to do the talking." You whisper, unthinkingly playing with his perky nipples. Oh, he was so chunky and //soooo// adorable! Just look at his dark cheeks flush with embarrassment! "Yveltal I-" The man falls silent when you clasp a paw around his dick. He's already at half-mast just from ogling at you! Awww, //cute!// You rest a hand around his meaty shaft. Oh, you wonder how big he gets! Giratina twitches, eyes wide at the sudden stimulation. Well there's only one way to <<linkreplace "find out...!">>find out...! "Hush." You regard him slyly, breasts quivering above his sinewy torso as you slithered over top of him. You black-stiped hide rubs across his cold skin. "Mistress is //very// horny and wants you to do somethi-" "Mistress!?" The man interrupts, squirming as you press your red hands against his muscular forearms. "Shit Yveltal, what's...//oooohhh!?"// The man's concerns are quickly reassessed as you squeeze his dick between your pillowy thighs. The legendary sags, cock bursting to fullmast between your flanks as you chortle. Oh! Men are so simple! All you need to do is play with their cock, and they’re putty in your hands! "Go on. Call me Mistress and you'll get a reward." "Uhh. ''Fine.'' //Mistress."// Giratina's hard stare melts into a world of bliss when you wiggle your tush, using the cleavage of your groin to shimmy up his member. Fuck, it’s nearly a foot long!? How...oh how //good// that will feel //inside// you! Ugh, how much longer can you toy with the man before your horny desires overcame the fibres of your restraint? "Try again." "Mistress! Oh fuck that...//Oooh~!"// The man groans. You rub circles around his nipples, enjoying the tense muscle of his chest. Precum dribbles from the cock wedged between your fat thighs. "That's better, pet. Now, would you like a taste?" Your tone drips with the suggestion of what comes next. Your body quivers with the need for it, infatuated with the musky aroma of the brute below you. Damn, you were so hot with arousal! "Yeah...yes!" Giratina groaned. It was the sound of a bull in rut. "Yes ''Mistress''. He remembers at last. Awww, he’s such a fast learner! Just look at the lusty twinkle in his eyes. How submissive he was! So easy to dominate and <<linkreplace "control...">>control... "Good boy. Now, I want you to stay very still while I ride you." The man grunts, top horny to even speak. You grin, raising your tail high as to expose your engorged pussy. Your sex is already dripping with lubrication. Feigning a sigh, you rest your mammoth tits on the male. Fuck, you want to look back and <<linkreplace "see it happen...">>see it happen... Giratina's dick is like a pillar as you position yourself over his broad, grey tip. His shaft has already spluttered precum, sliding into your slit with ease before the male's enormous girth becomes an issue. Giratina grunts. You pat his chest, comforting him with a stroke before beginning to squeeze yourself down onto his shaft. //Dominating// him. Each inch is enraptured torture as you spread your hips wider, grunting in a mixture of pain and blissful pleasure as you feel his beastal dick wedge inside of you. Your pussy walls are wrenched open, fat ass heaving as you howl from the sexual agony. Oh, fuck! His shaft twitches between your loins, veins grinding against your walls as you sheath your body onto him...no more than a cock sleeve form the muscular male. Then again, Girtantina's lusty moans were nearly as girly as your own. Aww, was he //enjoying// it? "Good pet," you gasped, "gooooood pet…!" It takes you a few minutes to slither down his entire length, grinning stupidly as you finally claim the entirety of his sex. Your voluptuous hips bulge from it, groin pressed against the leathery waist of the male as his spine arches. Only then do you begin <<linkreplace "bouncing on his cock...">>bouncing on his cock... Stretched around his girth, you rub your pussy up and down your pet's shaft in long, wet slicks. Each bounce is matched with a girly cry. Your body reverberates. Hips shuddering, ass bouncing, and breasts jiggling. There’s so much motion to your curvy form that the spasm of your walls almost goes undetected. "Oooh OOHH~!" You howl when the climax finally hits you. Claws carving rivets into Giratina's black chest, you cry in bliss as you claim his sex. The orgasm shakes your body in ecstasy. Moaning, you squirt around the male's mammoth shaft.//OOOHH~!// Fluids squelch out to smother the males loins even as you continue to thrust, determined to milk your pet until you’re raw. And this was only the //start// of what would be a very long [[training session|post_tf_yveltal]]... <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Yveltal", label:"", }>>\ You might have said life was great...but in fact, it was legendary! You’d never realised how puny and pathetic humans were. Not until you were an eight-foot goddess of sleek red curves and pouty lips. Including both the cushions rimming your short muzzle, and the moist hood of the dripping sex between you legs. And fuck! Was the latter always eager to be filled with something! Not that there was <<linkreplace "much of an issue...">>much of an issue... Your transformation into a flirtatious and very feminine anthro Yveltal sealed your position amongst the legendaries. Not just for your power to absorb life energy...but for your sexual //dominance// in the bedroom. You were a flirt, but one more than willing to go through with the sexual thrills you offered. Thanks to your fuckable breasts, gropable butt, and constant craving for fulfillment...word of your sexual //prowess// quickly spread through the hall of legendaries. Even then, the rumours often failed to meet the truth regarding your dominating, rough sex. There was a reason you were called the goddess of destruction...at least between the sheets. Out of everyone, however, it was Girantina who kept coming back for more. In the distortion world of confusing opposites where even gravity was flipped on its head...only your dominance during sex remained fixed. You played with the virile male like a toy, claiming his dick in each and every way possible. In the weeks that followed, Giratina had learnt how to please you, service you, and //worship// you. It was only a matter of time before you had him collared and at your beck and call. Who’d have thought he suited a black leather leash! The burly male was like a puppy, practically lapping at your needy slit even as you tried to attend your duties. As Yveltal in body as well as mind, you were responsible for controlling the excess of life force in the universe. However, you kept getting distracted by claiming a certain legendary’s life force in the form of thick semen. Fuck, <<linkreplace "Girantina knew how to fill you...">>Girantina knew how to fill you... Years (or maybe it was millennia?) later you think back to your former, useless human self with embarrassment. Staring down lovingly at your huge breasts and your pet’s cum staining your hide, it was almost hard to imagine being so puny and insignificant. Still, there's no need to worry about such things. Before, you had a dusty temple to explore. Now you had the most fuckable body possible...and all the time in the universe to explore how best to take pleasure from it! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

\ \ <center><h1>RUINED!</h1></center>\ <center>\ A text-based CYOA game Contains NSFW content only suitable for 18+ Story kinks include TFTG, MC, slutification, and growth A commission written and coded by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]] </center>\ <h3><center>[[START!|statpage]]</center></h3>

You lift the shield, muscles tensing at its weight. Wow! How did anyone manage to carry this thing!? You shake, holding the faded red and gold metal. Sure it's cool, but how the hell are you...''OUCH!'' The crumbling grip of the broad shield splinters and the object falls to the ground with an enormous ''CRASH''. You recoil, jumping back in fright not only at the sound, but a huge burst of green light! <<linkreplace "Waaa...!?">>Waaa...!? You fall to the floor with a bump. Oddly, something soft catches your fall. Fuck, what just happened? You splay out your hands, mind spinning. Uh, why was there //grass// between your fingers? This...this wasn't the temple! Shrugging off your rucksack, you gaze around the tall oak trees surrounding you. You're sat inside a wildflower meadow. Sun dapples the leaves of the weald, illuminating the confusion wrinkling your face. How the hell did you suddenly get <<linkreplace "transported to a forest...?">>transported to a forest...? Somehow, the old shield made the same journey, resting on the dirt beside your feet. The steel appears to be glowing green, possibly with remnants of the energy that teleported your here...wherever //here// is!? Off all things in the sleepy glade, your eyes remain drawn to the shield. You reach out, wondering if holding the metal will return you to the ruins. There's an aura of power to the nobel weapon, igniting your confidence as your lean over. You just want to <<linkreplace "touch it...">>touch it... ''Ouch!'' You snap your hand back from the resulting electric shock. Oddly enough, there’s very little pain from the spark...but it feels weird. Like the current was somehow still //inside// your body. The shock leaves a buzz that fills you with a restless energy, coursing up your arm and into your torso. Shaking, the circuitry of your brain feels like it’s been fried. You can hardly comprehend the pleasant tingleof electricity focusing across your chest. "What the..." you grit your teeth, clasping your hands into fists. "HhhG!" Your arms feel tense, muscle spasming...almost //bubbling// as you flex your shoulders. There’s a numb sensation as you shudder, blinking in confusion at the swelling of your biceps. Oh fuck, you were g-getting //bigger!// What's h-happening!? The mass of your previously skinny arms has already doubled in size, your shirt-sleeves stretching as your flesh bulges out into chiselled humps of proud muscle. You moan, shaking the head, mind awash with the self-confirmation of just how imposing and royal you were going to become. The muscle growth is just the //start// of the transformation. You can only gape, the girth of your arms rippling. You skin pales before blossoming with fur. You flush, feeling the heat as a thick pelt of creamy fluff spread down to your hands and up to your shoulders. A magnificent coat only accentuating the muscular bulges of your glorious body. Identical changes are mirrored across your feet. New muscle rips through your trousers, turning the fabric to shreds. Ha! Like anything could contain your regal prowess! Your massive quads and meaty calves //swell// under a pelt of white fur, darkening to a royal red colour spreading across your thickening flanks. Given the sheer girth being added to your sleek legs, your bones begin snapping and reshaping to accommodate the weight. Electricity tinges down your spine, rocking your widening hips as the pleasurable shocks focus over your groin. "Oooooh!" You groan, shuddering from the unexpected rush of arousal. You stare down your slimming belly, fluffy white hair covering your navel in sharp contrast to the red pelt across your back. Groggily, you try to identify the wash of delightful heat coursing from your loins. Your stomach is flat, hips flaring out into dignified, womanly curves. Fuck. <<linkreplace "What was happening to your chest...?">>What was happening to your chest...? At first, you think it’s simply muscle swelling your pecks...but they’re not the right shape. Although ripped, your shoulders are too narrow to support any real girth. Instead, their form is elegantly //feminine//, your neck fluffing out with thick golden fur. Your vision, however, remains focused on your torso...even as you slide a hand down to tease the intense heat flaring between your legs. You nipples push out, spine curling as you groan from the pleasure of electricity sparking across your chest. Flesh bulges out but not in the form of muscle...but two //boobs// that flesh outwards into perky tits. You gasp, quivering as your bosom //balloons//, enlarging into two grapefruit-sized mammaries that can barely be supported by your girly middle. Although plush, even your thick white fur can’t hide the dense muscle expanding across your abdomen. You groan in delight as a six-pack etches underneath your cleavage. Oh! So big and //powerful!// Your mind is befuddled by such thoughts. Clumsily, you paw at anywhere that brings you pleasure. To start with, that's your tight rump. You grin stupidly, panting in delight at the burst of splendid arousal piercing your tailbone. You yip, quivering as a bright blue dog’s tail sprouts from the red fur of your rear. It's already wagging in joy at the new sensations weaving up your spine. Oooh yes, that is //perfect!// You huff. It’s a wolfish sound given how your face has already stretched out into a proud muzzle. You look gorgeous! Your eyes twinkle, ears shifting up your scalp even as a sweep of gold pelt dapples your forehead. The result is a helmet-like marking of yellow fur across your ears and face, and black shadows around your eyes as gaze down in awe at your body. You wet nose quivers. Fuck! you looked so //regal//...almost //godlike!// Or a goddess, silly! How could anybody ignore such plush tits!? Although endowed with taut muscle, there was no mistaking your new gender. Nobody could ignore your huge tits, the only fat on your otherwise //unbelievably// lean body. You’re splendidly lithe, meat clinging to all the right places on your womanly form to produce an athletic, //amazonian// body. You hips grind into your fluffy paws as you explore the final changes to your body. You whimper in pleasure even as your shoulders stretch back, wing-like protrusions spreading behind your canine head. The red and gold markings are surprisingly similar to those of the old shield, now lay forgotten in the grass beside you. If you weren’t so busy touching at the dick shrinking between the ripped muscle of your loins, you might have recognised your new form. ''Zamazenta'', the majestic shield legendary...though there is nothing regal about how you howl in sexual agony at the loss of your dong. You hands scramble at your cock and balls...or where they //should// have been. There’s nothing but smooth white fur as your grope, falling onto you back to free both hands. Your tail shudders as you grope as your breasts. The tight muscle of your thighs quivers. Your butt clenches around the void forming in your groin. Fuck, you feel //empty//. You need...ooh you need [[somebody to fill you|sex_zamazenta]]! You continue to paw at your sex. Hhhg! You groan, knowing that your clumsy [[masturbation|solo_smut_zamazenta]] might be enough to orgasm in your unrequited heat. <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

Your canine fingers brush across your groin. //Ooohh!// That feels divine! You quiver from even the smallest touch, bright blue tail wagging as you sprawl across the grass. Instinctively, you reach up and play with your tits. They're so big that you can do little but cup your nipples, feeling their weight tug pleasingly across the bulging muscle of your girly shoulders. Hehe, you were so //strong!// However, it’s your new sex which captures your interest. You shiver as you close your fingers, stroking at the slit resting between your proud loins. Gasping, your breath catches at the sheer //heat// of arousal. You begin fingering the lips of your new pussy. It’s tentative at first, //playful// even. You close your eyes, drool spreading from your regal muzzle. It's not the only pair of lips that are drooling! You feel moisture cling to your womanly folds, a finger tickling at your clit just to enjoy the rolls of pleasure shuddering up our spine. Fuck. <<linkreplace "That feels amazing...!">>That feels amazing...! You flop into the soft grass. Slowly, your sexual experimentation turns into a confident probing. Fluids ooze from your sex as your bury a finger into the folds, running it around your spade just to feel how your walls quiver. Yes. You’re in complete control as you spread your pussy with two fingers, enjoying the suppleness of your flesh. Oh, it was //magnificent!// You pant from the volume of lust building in your athletic form. Although thick with muscle, there's a nimble dexterity to your masturbation. With an easy confidence, you begin fucking yourself with your blue paw-like hands, pumping your claws in and out of your folds. "OoooooOOOHHhhhGGG!" Your head spins with pleasure. With no distractions as you cradle your sex, your mind drifts to the most sexually exciting thing you know...//you// of course! A grin spreads across your muzzle, tongue lolling as your revel in your beautiful body. Oh, you're so //elegant!// Oh //YES!// You lift your hands away from your sex and instead begin rubbing each aspect of your delicious body in turn. To enjoy your curvy form revealling you as both a goddess and a queen! Fluffy cheeks hot, you toy with your breasts. You run the leather of your palms up and down the bouncy flesh, before rubbing circles around your nipples. The sensation is electric, your body shuddering with horny glee as a ''howl'' escapes your muzzle. In your heat, the cry pitches upwards into a girly moan for //more.// Your hands are <<linkreplace "quick to respond...">>quick to respond... You twitch and spasm under your own touch, rolling around in the grass as you grope at each and every aspect of your royal body. Fuck, you’re so gloriously thick, //strong//, and sooo hot in //all// the right places. You run your hands down you hour-glass figure, feeling the flare of your hips. Yes! So round and //womanly!// Your pussy drools with the confirmation of your own splendid body. Humping the ground, you caress at the red-and-white pelt of your etched thighs, legs opening such that the gyration of your hips clenches your bubble butt. Oh! You can //feel// it! You’re so close that your walls //squeeze//, tail shuddering as you work your hands across your inner thighs. The teasing fills you with such heat that your spade-shaped pussy flares into a hooded mound. So moist and <<linkreplace "eager to be fucked...">>eager to be fucked... You begin rubbing at your folds before...out of the blue, your wolf-like ears perk up at a twig snapping. Your eyes pop open. Wha-? Nose tingling, you reconise the thick musk of an approaching male. Still moaning, your eyes trace up from your push tits to the male anthro standing over you. Oh at last! [[A subject for which to please you!|sex_zamazenta]] <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

You freeze in the middle of your hasty fingering, unable to control your lusty panting. Eyes dancing upwards, you gape at the male that appears from the between the trees. For a moment, you're caught off-guard. At least, before predatory instincts fog your mind with the lusty desires. "Oh finally!" You elicit with slyly wink. "Somebody’s here to //please// me..." There’s no shame in your naked body as you remain spread across the grass. Perky breasts against your chest, legs open and pussy oozing with your heat...Oh, yes! There was //plenty// of you to look at. You study the male before you. He’s a little taken aback about the whole situation. Though, he's as stark naked as yourself. You flash a smile, recognising the furry body of the anthro wolf. ''Zacian'', the sword Pokemon. Well, you know of the ideal sheath within which he could bury his lengthy shaft. Oh f-fuck, your hips cramp at the mere thought. How very unladylike! You openly stare at the new arrival. The thick body of the anthro wolf shares many similarities to your own queenly body...albeit with the muscular, blockish outline of a buff male. There’s an uncertainty in his emerald eyes as the anthro wolf regards you. His fur is a baby blue where yours was a majestic red. Though, the gold rim to his canine ears and eager eyes give him a princely look. A suitable subject indeed. "Uh...Zz...Zamazenta! I haven’t seen you for eons!" Zacian stutters. There’s something boyish about his sheepish grin as the canine brazenly stares at your //divine body.// "What...uh...w...?" "I’ve been awfully busy dear. Here, lie down beside me and I’ll tell you //all// about it." "I don’t..I-" "Come now. ''Sit.''" You command, voice descending down into a firm rebuke. Your words fall off your lolling tongue, a shrewd grin dancing across your noble face. Ears perking up, you feel your tail whip at how easily you can tease the wolf. Zacian jumps to obey. His pink tail wagging as he sits down next to you. The wolf's golden crest around his neck flares up, forming pale blue wings behind his shoulders. Unlike your own densely athletic body, the male is almost skinny in contrast. //Weak//, at least compared to your regal body. You could easily overpower him and claim his dick. Oh! How much you want to...but it’s so much more enjoyable to <<linkreplace "//tease...!//">>//tease...!// "How long has it been?" You ask, sitting up slowly. The motion is deliberate, drawing the legendary’s eyes to your bosom as your massive tits bounce. Rolling your shoulders, you fix the man with a powerful stare. "Ce..centuries!" The wolf exclaims. He tries to hold your gaze, but his eyes keep drifting down your muscular abandonment to the spade between your tense thighs. You wiggle closer, pushing your breasts almost under his nose. The musky, masculine scent adorning Zacian's canine fur makes your pussy walls clench. "Oh. You can stare, darling. But my! You’ve gone that long without your queen?" You pause, absently rubbing at a nipple. Fuck, it’s hard not to simply submit to your instincts and ride the man’s dick until he smothers you in cum. You can see his sword throb from the corner of your eye, the beastal shaft inflating into a red rocket. Drool oozes from your muzzle. My! You were so //horny!// "I..I’m not sure that-" "Well, I //am// sure." You interrupt the whiny dog’s stuttering. Enough of that! The two of you had more <<linkreplace "important things to discuss...">>important things to discuss... Zacian lets out a cute yelp as you pounce. There was no resistance, however, as you grip the white fur of his arms and pin the wolf's body against the grass. Your tits flop against his chest, the man’s heartbeat sky-rocketing along with his cock. "Would you like a reminder of your position, hmm?" Zacian just nods. The legendary can't trust himself to speak. You can see the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at the creamy fur embellishing your ample boobs. Aww, cute! You slide down his flat chest, spreading your legs apart either side of his narrow waist. "How is my kingdom?" You ask, quivering from the torture of suspending yourself above the man. The male’s sex is rock solid and probes at your tight ass. Oh how much you wanted to sheath yourself on him and fill the lusty vacuum surmounting your loins. But you also had a <<linkreplace "reputation to uphold...">>reputation to uphold... "It’s...oh fuck! Zamazenta!" The male's cry is that of exasperation. You dangle your spade above him like a lure. The shrewd way in which you deny him the offer of sex brings a lusty growl to his throat. "Hush dear. I only offer gifts for those that earn it. Let’s see your loyalty, shall we?" Zacian’s hasty obedience is shut down when you spread your asscheeks across his muzzle. The male gags underneath you as, in an indesputably regal manner, you sit on his face. For emphasis, you give your tail a wag and wiggle, position your sex before his strong muzzle. You feel his hot breath moistening your already dripping sex. Perfect. "Good dog. Let’s see if that tongue of yours is still in shape." "Mppph!" Zacian tries to object. "Just lick it, dear. Be a good boy." You shudder with the first tentative lick access your spade. O-OOoh yes! That’s //precisely// what you need. You bosom jiggles, lifting your heat to groan in exaltation at how eager the male was to serve. He starts lapping across your pussy. However, The firm shake of your cheeks around his muzzle suggests that such an expiation isn’t enough. "You can do better than that." You decree, "Try...//oOOOHH!// Yes! //Good Boy!"// The groan comes out as a horny howl. //Very// unladylike. But it only gets worse as the wolf’s oral grows more fervent. Awww, was he enjoying it? The canine's wet tongue plays with your clit, cradling the hood of your pussy before sinking between your walls. He laps at your slit, mixing spittle with the drool of your femcum. Fuck, that’s good! You gyrate around his muzzle, feeling Zacian's nose press so far into your pussy until you're practically riding his face. Your walls clench, girly moans turning into a majestic howl as you embed yourself onto the anthro’s canine muzzle. You orgasm within seconds. Zacian's tongue continues to work so deep into your sex that you feel his slobber coat your walls. You hold yourself there, quivering as his chin butts into your vagina. Only then do you spasm, squirting your juices across his jaws. After a few seconds of gleeful struggling, you finally lift yourself off Zacian’s muzzle. There’s a burst of drool and cum as his snout pops out. The male gasps, sucking in his first breath in minutes. Strands of your juices drape his maw. Aww, wasn't that adorable! You shiver in pleasure, enjoying the flush of heat. Zacian almost ready to pass out, droooling with your femcum. "Well, I think you’ve earned a treat! Good dog!" You fawn, patting the males head with a gin. "Who's a good puppy? Yes you are!" Of course. There was [[plenty more where that came from|post_tf_zamazenta]]. <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Zamazenta", label:"", }>>\ You took your place amongst the throng of legendaries with natural ease. Ha! It was your //birthright!// Maybe not by blood (if those pesky human memories had anything to whine about!) but by the sheer //divinity// of your body. You're a //goddess!// With a form as sleek as it is curvy, busty as it is subtle...and //muscular// in every place possible. You demanded the respect you deserved... And the legendaries were more than happy to give it. Your transformation into a voluptuous and authoritative Zamazenta sealed your spot amongst the greatest Pokemon in existance. Very few of your brethren were willing to oppose you. Carefully, you manipulated, threatened, and fucked your way to become the best among even //them!// Claiming your regal place alongside Arceus herself. As methods to achieve power go, you couldn't help but enjoy using your pussy as a shlick tool. As a goddess amongst gods, word of your indulgence <<linkreplace "soon spread...">>soon spread... But, out of all the Pokemon you commanded, it was Zacian who stayed by your side. Like any good dog, he was loyal and eager to please. The anthro was a continual tease and a favourable companion; as willing to council you as he was to lap at your leaking pussy. And fuck, was your vagina always moist and ready. As a goddess, your heat seemed indefatigable. Your body was perpetually on edge and lustily demanding to have your <<linkreplace "pussy lips parted...">>pussy lips parted... In the months and years that followed, you congregated a group of subjects that practically squabbled over their queen. Well, there was plenty of your pussy to go around. You watched them play, toying and teasing with your golden-furred head held high. Sometimes you almost recalled what it was like being human. Ugh! To be so weak and pitiful compared to your regal body. You tutted the man you used to be. How much better you now were! How easily you’ve taken your place as the royal slut in the Temple of Gods. <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

You put on the feather necklace, unsure of what mystical properties it holds. There’s an //energy// to the silver wing charm. You suck in a breath, letting the old leather of the ornament rest around your neck. Well, at least you know you can’t lose it! The metal feels deathly cold even resting on top of your shirt. You stare down, absorbed by the charm's intense allure. You just want to //feel// it against your skin. Possessed by the strange urge, you lift up the charm and <<linkreplace "slide it under your shirt...">>slide it under your shirt... ''Ouch!'' You cry out in sharp pain the moment the feather charm settles above your heart. It's like an icy stab, prompting your chest to contract. Wheezing, you shiver from the sudden exposure, blood rushes to your brain. The burst of frigid pain leaves your head spinning. You gasp, vision faltering as you screw your eyes shut. W-what..? Oh f-fuck! You stumble, legs turning to jelly. It's all you can do to keep yourself upright, but <<linkreplace "not for long...">>not for long... You sink to your kees, wracked by the cold. Wood creaks underfoot as you stumble onto pine floorboards. Uh, what the-? You’re supposed to be inside stone ruins and...f-fuck it’s hard to think! ! Your head spins, delirious from the numbing c-cold. OK. You were on some k-kind of t-t-tower? Even with the sun beating down overhead, you can't stop shivering. Any concern about how you’ve miraculously transported to the top of some tiered pagoda is secondary when compared to the rush of cold through your body. You tremble, teeth chattering. The only rational thought to cross your mind is the need for more clothes. However, batting at your rucksack quickly reveals it’s missing. "Shit." With nothing but a thin shirt to keep you warm, you hug your arms across yourself. It’s all you can do not to sink your fingers into your elbows, body literally shaking. You feel your thoughts slow as you slump onto your knees. Every part of your body seems distorted as you hug yourself, aware of the pressure trying to force your arms away. F-F-Fuck! Why d-did that...oOoH F-f-uck that w-w-was w-warm! Motions groggy, you paw at your shirt. Huh, why was it so tight and ''OUCH!'' The seams were already splitting, your eyes wide in shock as your body appears to shudder and then //grow!// You attempt to undo your shirt buttons before they pop. F-Fuck, you should be p-p-putting on //more// clothes...but, NNhhhGG! <<linkreplace "Your chest feels so h-hot..!">>Your chest feels so h-hot..! Incoherent, you falter at the sight of your nipples expanding outwards. F-F-Fuck!? They were b-b-ballooning out into t-tits? Heart pounding, you groan, head spinning at the impossibility of the expansion. Shivering, you struggle to rationalise the sensation of your flesh filling out into neat breasts. Even your skin was changing! Brightening into a white, almost silvery sheen. Huh? This isn't hypothermia is it?! Pulling your shirt free, you rub your hands across the pale flesh, attempting to capture the heat beneath your palms. Your skin is rubbery and oddly smooth. Supply to the touch and so //sensitive!// Moaning, you quickly discover how delightful it is to feel at your new mammaries. Your hands cup your nipples even as they continue to sag outwards from your narrowing shoulders. G-Gosh! They were so big! Hehe! Just the right size to hug, to snuggle...fuck, to //suckle!// You stare, barely unable to see the rest of your transformation beyond your melon-sized tits. You can only moan at the flare of arousal when you begin to fondle at your nipples. You gaze downwards, grinning stupidly at your own clumsy groping. Teehee! That tickles! You can only laugh as you watch your fingers pale and then quiver as they too merge into delicate, white digits. Your hands have always been blocky and masculine...but now they physically warp. Your eyes widen as your wrists stretch into something slender and //deeply// effeminate. The blossom of warmth across your ass and lower back is a welcome relief. Head clouded by the unexpected rush of hormones from your rough touching, you can only yelp in shock at the <<linkreplace "sight of your behind...">>sight of your behind... Teeth chattering, your turn around to stare at the slender protrusion elongating from your tailbone. Creamy white, your new appendage gleams like wet rubber, curling around to form something akin to a tail with blue spike-like protrusions. Oooh that feels so //funny//, heh...No! People didn’t j-just...GOSH it's so smooth and warm! You feel your skin flush as your flanks and rear begin to whiten into the same rubbery hide as your tail. So wide and...and //broody!// Hehe! Like a mother-hen! Voluptuous and //soooo// jiggly! The rush of affirmation brings a listy moan to your lips. You can't do anything but watch in morbid fascination as your trousers rip, shirt falling away to expose a rounded blue belly. The azure skin glistens across your flat navel down to fill the narrow gap between your ballooning thighs. You twitch at the sudden itch in your cock. With a groan, you reach down blindly, tits so big that they hide the transformation, you're left to explore the remainder of your body by touch alone. You're utterly ignorant of how your neck elongates into something narrow, faintly avian, and //very// womanly. If you weren't so intent on the surge of heat tricking down your spine, tail twitching with every small spasm of your wide hips, you might have recognised the Legendary Pokemon you were changing into. ''Lugia'', the legendary bird with the power to start hurricanes, was only focusing on the storm of your own hormones. Golly! You were so //wet// down there! You kick your small feet, not caring how the glistening white hide merges your toes into cute footsies. No, you're mind and then your hands are possessed by watching your balls suck up into your groin. GOSH! T-That...oh OH~! Your hips buck as the reworking of your internal plumbing. It's an arousal rush of heat that leaves you clenching your fat ass cheeks, scambling for your dick even as the shrinking shaft evades your grasp. No! No you needed s-something and...and! Oh //G-Gosh~!// Your fingers paw at your groin even as the skin puckers; reshaping into a capacious gash. You drool, cheeks twitching even as you face twists, blue markings surrounding your tender eyes. Well, there's no denying how hot you are now. Not only from the burning lust causing your white and blue hide to shimmer with sweat...but the enormity of your breasts, jiggly ass, and gaping slit distending your curvy form with a permanent heat. HHNnnGGG! With flanks like that, there was no denying the design of your body. Your childbearing hips trembled at just the thought of squeezing out eggs and perhaps squeezing even more cock //in!// Eyes falling closed, you can already imagine a [[thick male taking your pussy|sex_lugia]] and turning your avian assets into a breeding machine. Oh! how glorious that would be! You sink a finger around the folds of your new sex. Maybe [[loosening up|solo_smut_lugia]] your gash wouldn't be a bad idea? \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Out of all the pleasant, teasing sensationation present within your lithe body, it’s your breasts which are the most needy. Your bosom is so big that, looking down, you can’t make out anything above the perly orbs. The thick cleavage still contains taters of your old shirt. Gosh! Your breasts are so full that you fear they might //burst!// Not simply from the weight of your disproportionately large tits...but the sloshing liquid inside. Your boobs are as big as melons, sagging from your shoulders with the volume of cream inside. The pressure is almost painful around your nipples. Your areola have swollen to cover nearly a quarter of the glistening mounds. The plate-sized ovals are pinkish and support two teat-like protrusion from each mammerly. Gosh, they practically look like //udders!// You pluck and pull at your nipples, fingers milking the buds until a squirt of juices trickles out. Quivering, your try again, feeling the pressure burst through your tits with a jet of milk. My, that’s hawt. You continue to tease your boobs, gurgling from the pleasure of being so full! You mind, however, slowly breaks through your thoughtless breast play. Wait! You shouldn’t be enjoying this! The disgust, however, isn’t born from whatever scraps of humanity were being smothered under your humongous breasts and needy nethers...but how you are wasting your precious //milk!// You fondle your jugs, mothering your tits as your mind begins to fog with the sheer possibility of what they could be used for. Golly! You’re broody at just the //thought// of little ones grabbing and sucking at your milky teats. A flush of heat leaves your cheeks raw. Teehee! Unthinkingly, one of your slender hands toys with a nipple to <<linkreplace "replicate just that...">>replicate just that... Your other hand pats at your rounded belly. You’re not thickset, but you’re not exactly //thin// either. There’s plenty of fat around your middle and wide hips. Though, it acts to accentuate your child-bearing hips rather than leave you looking rotund. You pat your belly, just thinking about all the eggs you can //squeeze// inside. The thought leaves you hot, your mind whirling over just how //empty// you feel. Gosh! How much you want to have children! To be pumped full of little eggies and pop them out. Mothering them. My! You’d made such a good mother. Wiggling on your large tush, you quiver at the thought. The blue, spine-like attachments to your back twitch as your draw in a deep breath. How easy it was to runaway with such lewd thoughts! No, not lewd, j-just...passionate. Of course you wanted to be such a good mother...but you couldn’t forget <<linkreplace "one very important aspect of having kids...!">>one very important aspect of having kids...! Giggling, you slip a hand down your blue belly to your nethers. Gently you begin to rub, trivialising the glistening sheen over your pussy. Oh gosh, were you getting that //horny// already? Rubbing at your thighs, your mind toys with the life already being planned out for you. And, if you were going to be such an excellent mother, you were going to need a father! Not for your silly! But a strapping big man to fuck you sensless. To cram his dick into your and //ride// your pussy. To rest on your cushy milky jugs whilst he filled you with his own cream! Oh yes! So thick and //filling//. Seed to tickle your womb and fill you with //gorgeous// little eggies! A finger plays with the hood of your sex. It’s instinctive as your pull at your slit, imagining it being stretched wide. Not only but cock bulging your tummy with sticky cum...but all the //eggs// you’d be popping out as a result! Golly! You were going to get so //loose// using your hole like that all the time. You plop a fist against your slit just to imagine what it would be like. You buck, tail flicking from the sudden stimulation. Oh! That would feel so nice! Only you don’t want to imagine. You want to //know// what it’s like. Body shaking, the heat in your nethers leaves you sweat. Blushing, you wonder where you’d find such a partner. One as rampant between the sheets as he was kind...Teehee! You could be his little breeding bitch? You’d like that. Just thinking about it leaves a silly grin on your face. Gosh, you could also //smell// what he'd be like. Thick, virle, and controlling. You snort, oh you could almost taste it! [[“Lugia!? What are you doing...!?”|sex_lugia]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

"Lugia!? What are you doing…!?" Your eyes pop open, fingers still in the middle of stretching the folds of your pussy. You blink, staring up at the figure who has suddenly appeared above you. Your mouth falls open, the blue-protrusions on your back quivering at the hunking sight before you. "Not only //what// are you doing here but //why...?// You’ve been gone for aeons and then I find you masturbating at the top of my tower!" The voice belongs to a male who was as buff and rugged as his gravelly voice suggested. ''Ho-Oh'', the sacred legendary of fire was certainly heating your cheeks! He has a pronounced head crest of yellow feathers, merging into a rainbow of colour around his slender neck. The male’s eyes narrow, his scolding emphasised by the quivering of his muscular chest. You struggle to look at anything else but his meaty pectorals, lined by downy feathers fading from red to a pure white around his groin. Ho-Oh was the dictionary definition of hot. Although the anthro had a lot of bird-like features, there was nothing avian about the legendary's cock. It was huge! Black and ridged to the tip with flat barbs. Ho-Oh's testes were enormous, the size of soccer balls dangling between chiselled thighs. "Where have you been all this time!?" The god of fire continues to rage, the ruffle of feathers on his neck puffing up. "Huh. Well, at least you can return to your duties again." The man paused, regarding you as if for the first time. His breath sticks to his throat as if he’s suddenly aware of your curvy body and fuck-off tits. "What’s with all...//this?"// The male waved a red, wing-like tail across your silvery form. His eyes drop from your narrow waist to your pussy. Ho-Oh lingers on the motion of your slim fingers around your gash. You've been unable to stop your casual fingering this entire time. "Fuck, you’re really asking for it." Just the hungry stare of the man regarding your form <<linkreplace "turns you on...">>turns you on... "Why, do you want aaAAH!" There was no subtly to Ho-Oh’s move. You jump in shock, landing with a thump on your white draconic tail. You could only meep as Ho-Oh conquered your chest, already splaying his legs to perch on your slim belly. The sly sparkle in the male's eyes is almost predatory. He runs a hand under your chin, feeling at the blue protrusions above your eyes. "Here’s how I see it." Ho-Oh’s voice was a hoarse whisper but commanded you to listen. Your pussy clenches as he rubs his tail feathers across your hips. "I’m short of help...and why settle for you when you have the possibility of-" He paused, running a hand under your cleavage before stroking it down to your navel. "-so much more." The male catches your hand in his, pausing your continual masturbation. You gasp, legs like jelly as the male slides down your stomach. "What do you think? Wanna have some fun, babe?" With his tip already prodding against your wet folds, <<linkreplace "how could you say no…!">> how could you say no…! "Fuck yeah." You beg. If not for the male's hand pressing into your flat tummy, you would have already humped into Ho-Oh and sheathed yourself around his dick. But no! The male wanted to go slow and, given how his beak spread into a cheeky grin, you knew he was in complete control. You'd do anything to simply //feel// his feathers stroke across your rubbery hide. Let alone have your vagina annihilated by his avian cock. Given how supple your white hide is, you have the feeling you can stretch to take almost anything. Still, Ho-Oh’s fat dick was a <<linkreplace "struggle...">>struggle... "Oh fuck!" You moan as the man ruts his dick into you for the third time. "Gosh! Y-yes! C-Come home to //mama!"// Ho-Oh’s thick groans were nothing compared to your lusty yelps. However, your nethers are so tight, so //compact// from his girthy dick that you can barely stutter! The fire-birds leathery balls slap into your tush, each of his testes matching your fat asscheeks in size. The wet smacks sends your body quivering, breasts //shuddering// as you flop back against the wooden floorboards. Given the male’s hand digging into your shoulders, you can barely move. "Fuck. How...how can you still...want more?!" Ho-Oh grunts with each thrust, pounding his cock deeper into your sex. Although slick from so much lubricating femcum, the male's dick is so gargantuan that it stretches your vagina out into a perfect circle. You fit the male like a glove, nothing more than a //cock-sleeve// as you squeak with each smack of your buttocks into the floorboards. "Just...//NHggggHHH~!// Gosh! //Yes!"// You loins feel raw from so much heavy contact. The male’s groin slams down into your pelvis, your white hide growing red from his rough sex. Nail marks are left in your breasts as the man repositions himself, claiming your virgin hole with each of his weakening thrusts. "Fuck Lugia. This...this is.." The man doesn't have time to finish his sentence. His cock, however, more than makes up for his lack of words. Ho-Oh's ejactulation tears through you. There's enough cum to fill your walls, spilling into your womb...and even spluttering out from the impossible tight contact between his shaft and your pussy walls. Your own orgasm comes [[soon after...|post_tf_lugia]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Lugia", label:"", }>>\Life rapidly settled into a new normal. As a legendary Pokemon, you first imagined yourself as being a responsible peacekeeper. Perhaps from using your elemental strength to stop natural disasters and prevent catastrophes? However, the majority of your strength was being expended simply supporting your bloated stomach! Three eggs remained positioned inside your tummy, forcing you to waddle about your daily chores. They were a constant reminder of the heavy pounding you had been all too eager to receive. Your bloated stomach was a constant fascination. //Eggies.// Just contemplating laying a clutch brought a smile to your face. The cheeky grin was almost as big as the welcome cuddle you threw onto your partner upon his return. "Oh. Darling! You're back!" Ho-Oh was the breadwinner of your little pairing. Strong, kind, and a real tease between the sheets! The male was a constant source of joy in your new life. "Hey babe!" the bird greeted you from behind, squeezing your big breasts as he failed to extend his wing-like arms around the entirety of your bosom. Your saggy tits were held in place by a tight pinny, though moisture from your early lactation soaked the front. Pregnancy was doing all sorts of weird things to your body. Not least your cravings for a certain //somebody's// meaty cock. "How are they looking?" Ho-Oh murmured, his hands sliding sensually down your middle to rest upon your flared hips. "They’re close." You mumble, relaxing into his tense chest. "I don’t know how big they’re going to get! Any larger and I don’t think I’ll be able to push them out!" You rub at your belly, a warm smile spreading across your face. You felt all cushy inside whenever you thought about your //eggies.// "Ha! If you can fit all of my cock in you and //still// cry for more, I reckon you can pop these little beauties out." Ho-Oh chuckled, giving you a cheeky pat on the bottom. Of course, your partner was perfectly correct. A week later you grew broody, refusing to leave the bedroom for anything other than toilet breaks. It was only a few days until you went into <<linkreplace "labour...">>labour... "Come on, breathe for me." Ho-Oh was on hand to frustrate you during the laying. Fuck! Couldn't he see how hard you were pushing! Grunting, you felt the walls of your pussy stretch open painfully. You huff, unable to see...but wow! You sure could //feel// the tapered end of a white egg begin to <<linkreplace "bulge for sex...">>bulge your sex... Two hours later and you were happily sat on your first clutch of eggs. You squidged your fat thighs around the orbs, a silly smile permanently gracing your face. If only your poor human self could see you now! Gosh, how satisfying it was to be a //mother//! What with the partner of your dreams and your first clutch of beautiful little //eggies!// All you had to worry about now was names. For some reason, you wanted to call at least one of your little babies Zapdos. Teehee! They were going to be so //cute!// Heh, then maybe you and Ho-Oh could get straight to work on the next batch! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

Ugh! What is this //stuff?// You pull your fingers away. A sticky mucus drips from your nails, dribbling down to your palm. Although the pale goo has been puddling within the cold ruins, it's oddly warm. //Weird.// Well, that’s one mystery solved...and a disgusting one at that! <<linkreplace "You flick away the mucus...">>You flick away the mucus... Only to find it sticks to your fingers! Shit! You attempt to wipe it away with your other hand...but the yellow gloop spreads, rapidly coating your skin in a gelatinous layer. //Gross!// What even is this stuff? Why does it feel so...so //good?// The gooey layer coats your skin with a shiny material akin to rubber; infusing your hands and wrists with a relaxing heat. You sigh. Ohhh, that feels //amazing!// Emptying your lungs, you exhale. It's without thinking that you slide off your backpack, knees weak. Maybe you just need a rest. Ooooh, you were so <<linkreplace 'tired and sleepy...'>>tired and sleepy... ''Sploosh!'' You slump to your knees, settling your legs into the warm puddle. Goo splashes up over your thighs, not that you care. In fact you giggle, watching the rubbery slime cover your hands spread upwards to your elbows, gradualy shifting to consume both your arms. You sag, mind foggy and //sooo// relaxed. There’s little in you to fight the hardening layer of goo encrusted your chest and shoulders. The material leaves your skin tight and //shiny,// filling out the sharp edges of your forearms to leave rounded limbs supporting mitt-like paws. Oh! So squidgy! You poke at you lavender hide. Hehe! That's <<linkreplace "sensitive...!">>sensitive...! “Teehee!” You giggle, wiggling at the sensation of the slime seeping up your legs. It’s already covered your feet, corroding away the leather of your boots to reveal puffy lavender paws. The progressive evaporation of your trousers is amplified by a sharp ''tearing''. Goo spreads across your groin, progressively morphing your legs into something thick and //plump.// The feeling is analogous to being sunk into a hot pool, your muscles relaxing and turning to jelly. Literally. If your thoughts weren't muddled by the pleasure of filling-out into such a big gooey girl, you might have recognised the characteristics of your changing form. You were a ''Goodra''...and a cheeky one at that! You wiggle your tush. Hehe! You jiggle like //jelly!// You reach down with your stubby hands, giggling as you rub at your thighs. They were rapidly expanding, puffing out into lavender-coloured shiny orbs. Oh, you're so //big!// It's like your body is inflating. Goo fills-out your hips with so much jiggly, rubbery flesh that you roll backwards, ass-cheeks ballooning into huge spheres! //Hehe!// You wiggle with the pleasure of growing so large as a result of so much rubbery gloop! The enjoyment is expressed as a girly chortle. The motion is stopped by a tail pushing from your behind. You shudder, though the action turns into a jiggle as your belly begins to puff out. You twist, feeling your neck stretch upwards. Still, it’s not enough to see over top of your ballooning stomach. Shirt gone, your vision is consumed by the huge mass of shiny purple flesh filling out your nethers. Ooohh, that tickles! There’s so much mass in your tail, flanks, and //fat ass// that you’re as wide as you are tall! You grin, feeling your maw pull out into a cheeky smile. Yellow mucus consumes your face last, dripping from your chin as it juts out a little. Blinking, you shiver in delight at the tugging sensation of your ears. Tumbling onto your pillowy rump and you fail to reach up to the slender-ear, given how stumpy your arms are. Not that you care! You laugh, feeling droplets of mucus fly off your shiny hide. Hehe, you were dripping in it! It's without any inhibitions that your flop you huge rump into the slimy puddle and [[enjoy wallowing in the thick goo|post_tf_goodra]]! What ''Goodra'' wouldn't? <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Goodra", label:"", }>>\ You lose your sense of time, gleefully rubbing mucus all over yourself with your mitts. There’s no thoughts as you splash in the goo, stumbling on your back paws. They're tiny in comparison to your //gigantic// thighs! You can’t walk too far before the jiggle of your chunky butt become uncontrollably and you tumble to the ground. Teehee! You exclaim with a girly giggle. Not that you want to go far! You have <<linkreplace "everything you need right here...!">>everything you need right here...! Your new life is undeniably pleasurable and oh so //sticky!// You splash your back into the puddle, the balloon that is your belly puffs out with a contented sigh. With nothing to do and nowhere to go, you can simply bask in the slime. You enjoy the feeling of it across your groin. Bathing your feet in it, and splashing your face and long ears across the thick surface. Mindless, unthinking enjoyment! You barely even notice when another adventurer stumbles across your <<linkreplace "gloopy fun…">>gloopy fun... However, it’s not long before they join in! Hehe! Your new partner is as thick as you are, her yelps of terror quickly turning into cackles of slimy laughter. Woop! Isn’t that //sooo// much better! You laugh as you finish your work, rubbing mucus into the human's skin until he's as plump and purple as you are! Gosh, //twins!// Hehe! You were going to have such a <<linkreplace "great time together!">>great time together! Life is great with another Goodra to share in your slimy fun! You rarely have time to think about anything other than your fat ass and bouncy belly! And with your glistening, slimy partner, you can enjoy each other's bodies as well as your own! There’s plenty of gloop to go around...and even more given the pleasure of your gunky fun! Hehe! Easy cum, easy go! Sure, you'd love to explore more of the world, but everything you need it right here! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center>\ \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

\<<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>> \<<run $player_carried.deleteAt($player_carried.indexOf("EMPTY"))>> \<<set $rucksack.push($player_carried)>> \<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"none", label:"", }>>\ Some looter you are! Then again, you have enough experience to know dangerous ruins when you see them. Exploring is great, but not when it sends shivers down your spine. It’s no stretch of the imagination to see where all the rumours haunting the ‘Temple of Gods’ first originated. You trek back out from the cave and critically evaluate your expertise as an explorer... You open your rucksack and insepct the goods. Your old bag contains the following: $rucksack \<<if $rucksack.includes("Feather Charm") and $rucksack.includes("Old Shield") and $rucksack.includes("Azure Flute") and $rucksack.includes("Shiny Stone") and $rucksack.includes("Rare Bone") and $rucksack.includes("Old Sea Map") and $rucksack.includes("Eon Flute")>> Huh. Your bag is heaving with so much loot! You found so much stuff! You cleared out the temple, taking everything of value! To be honest, you should be pretty pleased with yourself. You've looted everything of worth ahd survived to tell the tale! They'll be making movies out of this <<linkreplace "one day...!">>one day...! A few years later and how could you forget about the Temple of the Gods? It’s the big find that made you as rich and famous as you are today. Just like the legends surrounding the temple, the stone ruins transformed your life. The artifacts that you recovered made millions once they’re archeological impact was revealed. Enough money to live out the rest of your life in the luxury of your penthouse apartment. Sheesh, there were plenty of young explorers willing to take your place. <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center>\ \<</linkreplace>> \ \<<elseif $rucksack.includes("Feather Charm") or $rucksack.includes("Old Shield") or $rucksack.includes("Azure Flute") or $rucksack.includes("Rare Bone") or $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone") or $rucksack.includes("Old Sea Map") or $rucksack.includes("Eon Flute")>>Huh. At least you came away with some treasure You’ve managed to collect the following: \<<if $rucksack.includes("Feather Charm")>>Feather Charm, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Old Shield")>>Old Shield, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Azure Flute")>>Azure Flute, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Rare Bone")>>Rare bone, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>>Dark Stone, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Old Sea Map")>>Old Sea Map, <</if>> \<<if $rucksack.includes("Eon Flute")>>Old Sea Map, <</if>> Sure, you didn't grab //everything//, but you got some stuff. Enough that you didn't want to risk your life struggling to find anymore! Well, there’s surely something of value that will bump up into the explorers’ <<linkreplace "hall of fame...!">>hall of fame...! A few years later and how could you forget about the Temple of the Gods? It’s where you recovered your most precious artifacts! Well, precious in the sense that it made you stinking rich. You returned a hero. Having rediscovered the ancient ruins and returned with objects as proof! You also kina rekindled the enthusiasm for looting sacred sites. Not that you could feel //bad// about it. In fact, You could watch from the comfort of your new mansion as the young explorers put their own necks on the line. Maybe their adventures would be as life changing as your own? <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center>\ \<</linkreplace>> \ \<<else>> You didn't even manage to find any treasure! You failed to find anything of value within the temple! Wow, that sucks. And you <<linkreplace "call yourself an explorer...">>call yourself an explorer... A few years later and you almost forget the whole experience. You get in a chat with a friend over coffee, remembering the temple as little more than creepy ruins. Sure, there’s regret that you didn’t discover the truth behind the monument...but there are plenty of young explorers with more courage than sense to take your place. Perhaps they'll find life-changing valuables where you failed? <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center>\ \<</linkreplace>> \<</if>>

<<if $ending. legendary == "true">>\ Well, you started your adventure as an explorer...and not much has really changed! Sure, you might be a $ending.pokemon and a sex goddess but you still know that exploring holes is your thing. Especially when it's the hidden spaces in your own body, hehe! <<elseif $ending.pokemon == "none">>\ Well, you started your adventure as an explorer...and you left as one. Admittedly, you didn't do much exploring. You shudder at the thought of temple, happy to leave the ruins behind you. You'll never know the full truth of the monument and at this point, you couldn't be happier for that fact. <<else>>\ Well, you started your adventure as an explorer...but those words don't mean much to you now. Not much does when you're a mindless $ending.pokemon. Maybe you'd think twice about exploring ancients ruins in future? Well...if you could think much at all! There's very little to worry about as a mindless Pokemon. <</if>> Thanks for playing! “Ruined!” is a CYOA text-based game created on [[Twine 2.0|https://twinery.org/]] which is an open-source package for coding interactive fiction. I'd highly recommend it! This story was written by [[Zen~|https://www.furaffinity.net/user/zen~/]] as a commission and may be added to with time! <<link "Click here" "titlepage">><</link>> to play again!

\<<if $food_rindo == "true">><<goto tf_serperior>><</if>>You scoff down the nutrient bar, not caring how out of date it might be. Oats can't go off, right? Instantly, you feel the sugar rush through your starved body. Wow. That feels much better. You feel like you could run a marathon with the mixture of oats, nuts, and pure glucose in your stomach! Refreshed, you happily <<link "return">><<timed 0.5s>><<goto $location.label>><</timed>><</link>> to exploring the temple!

\<<set $item_collect.charizard_x = "false">> \<<set $rucksack.push("Charizardite X")>> Puffing from the sprint, you wipe away the cobwebs and dust from your shirt. Woa, that was a close call. These Pokemon really hold a grudge! Adjusting your rucksack straps, you blink wearily through the gloom. Ok, you’re back where you started. Great. Time to start…<<linkreplace "huh…?">>huh…? Your foot kicks against something lying on the ground. It pings across the floor with the sound of glass on stone. <<if $torch.held == "true">>Lowering your Torch,<<else>>Bending down,<</if>> you try to identify the object. You pick up a fist-sized sphere of glass. Or, judging by its weight, some kind of blue stone? The crystal glimmers in the gloom. It’s reflective from every angle with a natural shimmer emanating from inside, swirling with deep blues and greys. Wow...it can’t be? The longer your look, the more sure you become. Shit. It’s a piece of Charizardite X! Well, that’s //definitely// something to put in your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">><</link>>. It might not be treasure, but it’s just as valuable! \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $groundon_reveal = "true">>You pick up the red orb and cradle it in your hand. It's so //shiny!// The crimson ball glows with a flickering light that continually moves and changes. You can't draw your eyes away! It's //beautiful!// What gemstone is it!? You roll the orb from one hand to the other, enjoying the weight of it resting in your palms. It becomes a bit of a game as you straighten, nestling it within your cupped fingers. Hmmm, it must be worth something? However, the longer the ball remains in contact with your fingers, the quicker you realise something strange about the <<linkreplace "red orb...">> red orb... You blink, that can't be right! You fingers are ''growing''. Fuck, your hands too! Even as you stare, your digits spread wide and //wider// around the tennis-ball-sized orb, the hypnotising red light remains too alluring to put down. A faint tickle marks the growth of your palms. A smile spreads across your jaws. Hehe! You looked so //silly// with such fat hands! Wait, the ball was causing your hands to grow? Your smirk spreads across you cheeks when you realise how this property may be <<linkreplace "put to good use...">>put to good use... "Ok. If you make whatever your touch grow, then I've //got// to try this." You grunt, dick already quivering at half-mast. You store the orb under and armpit. Shrugging your rucksack off as quickly as possible, you hands fumble down to your belt. A minute later and you've got our trousers around your ankles, grinning foolishly at the lewd thoughts possessing you. Heart pounding, you slip the red stone under your penis and push is up between you cock and balls. "F-fuck~!" Instead of a warm tingle, the ball flashes with a fiery warmth. You squirm, gasping at the hot stab of arousal which lifts your dick with a painful erection. Energy swells within your loins. Grunting, you buck, pushing the orb up into your nethers as the ruddy gemstone numbs your groin with potent //arousal.// ''OOHH!'' You sweat, face crooked into a smile at how quickly you've //degenerated// towards the lewd act. "OooOOOoHHH FFuck!" you moan, brain dizzy with so much pleasure. You rut into the orb within hands, eyes closed and completely lost in the cloud of sexual lust. You don't care how big it's going to make you. You want to be massive and FUCK so //oooHOhH~!// You squash the ball into your groin, unaware of how hard it is to hold it against the flattening red skin. All you care for is the arousal. You thrust forwards, feeling your lips juice the orb and...and y-your WHAT?!? Your eyes pop open just in time to catch the //squelch// of red orb into your new pussy. "OOoOoOOOHH!" you squeal as your hips pump into your enlarged hands, wedging the gem into the hood of your vagina. The motion is thoughtless and aggressive. The...the...//oohhHH ''FUCK''// that's good. You grope at your slit, feeling your walls suckle at the glowing red orb wedged between your pussy walls. You brainlesslysqueeze you hips, both to savour the pleasurable suction of your oozing slit around the gem...but also to try and dislodge the orb. Like before, the longer the sphere remains in contact with your skin, the more your body grows and transforms. Lodged under the hood of your slit, there's nothing you can do to <<linkreplace "stop the growth...">>stop the growth... You hips balloon outwards. The expansion seems to focus on your ass and widening flanks, filling-out your thin thighs into a mass of womanly curves. Squirming, you can barely focus on the changes which leave your skin red and supple. Your hands, now as big as dinner-plates, bloom with thick red hide. It's the same leathery skin which covers your loins. You hump at the air, aware that you need to dislodge the gem...but drunk on such intense pleasure. Your body expands upwards and outwards, body hot. ''FFFUCK!'' There's no way you're going to stop something that leaves you with such <<linkreplace "raging lust...!">>raging lust...! Legs exploding outwards, your trousers shred as your butt bursts the seams. A flat red tail rolls out from underneath the remains of your shirt. The weak fabric is laughable as you swell upwards, gaining inches of height in a matter of seconds. Fuck! You can feel //all// of the glorious growth! MORE! Your bones cracking, meat filling and...and...''MOOORRE!'' You bellow. The raging arousal in your is intoxicating. //Addicting.// The top of your thickening skull bumps into the antechamber ceiling. ''MMOOORRRRR!''. Your roar is the lusty howl of a giant //goddess//. You're so turned on by the transformation that you don't even recognise your form. Who cares if you're a "Primal Groudon"? The only thing that - ''BUMP!'' Ugh? <<linkreplace "The fuck...?">>The fuck...? You duck when your head bashes into the nine-foot height ceiling. Your growth has become uncontrollable. Red hide sweeps across your skin, turning to a lush grey across your stomach and your widening neck. You can //feel// your bloated pussy try to milk the orb. Your curvy legs are drenched by the wash of femcum from your slit. Clawed hands massage your groin, your waist sooo enormous that the gem barely fills the space. After so much growth, shoulders pushing shoved against the walls, the red orb at last rolls into your hands. Your amber eyes glow, white spikes still in the process of straining from your neck. Hungrily, you study the glistening jewel. It had already made you big! Ha! This was <<linkreplace "only the beginning...!">>only the beginning...! Both hands around the gem, you wield the red orb like a sextoy. The surge of energy from the gem is akin to a vibrator. You press it around your pussy, before deciding to try out your nipples. Your body shudders with the wet cravings to be even //bigger//. The pleasure is obsessive, even as you fold yourself into a ball; knees, tail, shoulders, and feet all pressing at the four walls around you. //Fuck it.// Ignoring the blatant implications of the action, you wedge the gem between your developing breasts. The ruddy energy stuck between your ballooning cleavage steals the breath from your lungs. ooooOOOHHHH! Your tits erupt outwards; growing until they're fatter than you are wide. You roar in sweet, unthinking delight. OOOOOOOHHHH!! Your nipples are so big that they're //fuckacble!// And, as long as the gem is still glowing, you know you can be <<linkreplace "yet //bigger// still...">>yet //bigger// still... You fumble for the gem, impossibly tiny between your monstrous grey hands. Your back cracks into one wall while even the motion of your breasts bouncing fractures the floor. Ha! As if mere stone could contain you! Opening your mouth, stilling a horny gasp, you toss the gem into your throat and swallow. ''GULP'' The only remaining logic in your brain screams in horror. The euphoria of your growth, however, crushes the weak little voice. Steadily, you begin to feel the [[seething sexual arousal|solo_smut_groundon]] from the red orb penetrate the very core of your body. You moan, shoulders rammed into corners of the chamber. ROOOARR! Your struggle against the ruins as a cage against your growth. Your vision waivers from the intensity of lust draining your brain. ''ROOROROORROAR!!!'' You howl, focusing your sexual rage into exploding from the ruins, shattering the stone to [[break yourself free. |sex_groundon]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<if $groundon_reveal == "true">>Although the ruins are hidden beneath the surface by a few metres of rubble and soil...that’s nothing compared to the pure bulk of your body. Your breasts break through first, head flung back and fire dancing across your primal body. You roar your defiance, flailing your arms to clear the explosion of material. You’re left panting, clambering out of the crater you’ve created to flop against the ground. Your body still hums with the energy of the orb now permanently trapped in your stomach. Your breasts drool with moisture It’s almost wistfully that you realise that your growth is over Then again, at over twelve feet tall with breasts as big as small cars, you’ve got little to complain about... \<<set $groundon_reveal = "false">> \<</if>> Released from your prison, you can finally focus on the things that matter. Sitting up, your flat tail shudders as you run your hands down your goliath form. You can barely see anything under your fuck-off tits. Your nipples are fat, almost dick-like and buff grey. You squeeze them, moaning at the dribble of milk that <<linkreplace "oozes down your mammaries...">>oozes down your mammaries... You head spins. Fuck! You feel so //full!// Both from the jugs of cream oozing from your chest...but also the sheer amount of mass encumbering your curvy, anthropomorphic body. Your red hide is flushed from your arousal. You squeeze your nibs just to //enjoy// the sensation of milk squirt over your fiery belly. "ROOAAROOR!" You yell your appreciation to the sky. Fuck, was there anything better than having your tits milked like this? You pull your hands away to find your black-clawed digits almost //white// from cream. Without thinking, you lift a finger and <<linkreplace "suck it clean...">>suck it clean... The taste is divine. Heavenly! The perfect mix of sugar and cream...and fit for nothing less than a //goddess.// You savour the milk from your tits around your tongue, hands lowering to squeeze yet more from your breasts. This time, you spread the thick fluids all over your groin. It's a //stretch//, arms straining around your huge bosom and chunky sides. Your claw grzve your sex, panting with the stimulation of your clumsy fingers massaging the hood of your pussy. Quivering, you fall into a senseless, //aggressive// masturbation session. One dish-shaped hand fondles your breasts with the other fingering at the lips of your sex. Your fierce grunts descend into hot moans, juice spilling from your orifice only to mix with the cascade of milk //rushing// down from your tits. Your hips thump the ground with a force great enough to create ''tremors'' as you roughly hump into your hands. Such aggressive sex falls into a steady rhythm. Suck, push, //squeeze//, squirt, //squelch//. One hand wanks a nipple, shooting milk all over your loins. You wipe it in and around your pussy with your clawed-digits, using the cream to lubricate your <<linkreplace "hasty fingering...">>hasty fingering... You barely edge. No, orgasm washes over you like a wave. Like the cascade of milk trailing from your jugs. "Oooohh!" Your breath catches in your throat. No roar comes as you throat squeezes, pussy walls sucking at a cream-coated finger as if eager to taste your fluids. The ground cracks as you clench, thrusting your tail into the fissures you've created. With one last squeeze of a tit, your stumble ovefr the precipice of sexual agony into the pleasurable heat of release. Cum oozes from your slit. Fuck! [[That was intense!|sex_groundon]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<if $groundon_reveal == "true">>Although the ruins are hidden beneath the surface by a few metres of rubble and soil...that’s nothing compared to the pure bulk of your body. Your breasts break through first, head flung back and fire dancing across your primal body. You roar your defiance, flailing your arms to clear the explosion of material. You’re left panting, clambering out of the crater you’ve created to flop against the ground. Your body still hums with the energy of the orb now permanently trapped in your stomach. Your breasts drool with moisture It’s almost wistfully that you realise that your growth is over Then again, at over twelve feet tall with breasts as big as small cars, you’ve got little to complain about... \<<set $groundon_reveal = "false">> \<</if>> You grin, batting your big belly with your clawed hands. The jewel inside your stomach is spent. But WOW, what a body it's given you! Gazing around, still panting, you're surprised to find yourself longing on an open plain. The jungle's gone and replaced with sparsely grassed, rubbly ground. Your eyes adjust to the bright light. Snorting, you nostrils ignore your thick pheromones to instead detect the scent of salt, sea...and males? Your body surges with a tense heat. ''Males.'' There's no mistaking it; your pussy is once again //leaking// from the delightful smell. Fire bursts from your glistening hide. "Primal Kyogre" and a rather worried "Mega Rayquaza" had arrived to explore the strange sound outside of Sky Pillar. The ground had just ruptured and, if their eyes were to be believed, a fellow legendary had appeared for the first time in aeons. You can't wait to <<linkreplace "welcome the two males...">>welcome the two males... "Hey boys." You grin down at the legendaries. The blue and green anthro's are each ten-feet tall, but look tiny compared to your vast feminine bulk. You stand slightly twisted, tail dangling over your fat rump. Breasts hoisted upwards under your hands. They're behemoths and barely in proportion to the rest of your curved body. Huggable and fuckable, given the length of your almost bovine nipples. "Come to //satisfy// your mistress?" The two gods openly stare, "W-what the-" Kyogre tries to speak, his amber eyes glued to the site of your huge tits. You give them a jiggle even as you interrupt the man's whimpering. "Shush! No time for introductions." You drool, waddling forward with your childbearing hips wobbling under your thick red hide. "I know how <<linkreplace 'get things started..."'>>get things started..." Primal Kyogre is the first on your list. Your gorgeous looks paralyse the male. He's thickset, broad-shouldered, and with a tight chest. Stark naked, or course, like any decent legendary should be. It gives you the perfect view of his rubbery grey abbs and the enormous package hanging out from unearth. Licking your lips, your mind goes blank at the sight of so much cock. There's over a foot of it with enough girth to fill even you! You grab his penis between your clawed hands. "Come on hun. I know just the <<linkreplace 'place to fit that...!"'>>place to fit that...!" The resulting Gangbang is a glorious pile of sexual heat and sweaty bodies. Kyogre is in the thick of it. You curl around the man, his legs spread wide over your round grey belly. The male's blue beastal shaft jamms into your capacious pussy, rubbed raw. He rams his dick deeper and deeper into your folds. Ha! Not like he has any choice! You've bent your spine such that the water-type bounces on your breasts. One of your engorged nipples thrusts into Kyogre's ass like a dick itself, oozing your sweet milk into his plush anus. And, unlike the peak of your second orgasm, the drool of milk from your mammaries doesn't stop. Mega Rayquaza refuses to miss out on the <<linkreplace "action...">>action... "Mmhpph harder!" You demand of the anthro. He's already bulging with your cream. Wedged in a rough sixty-nine pose between your mouth and breast, he sheaths his dick into your plush lips which suckling on your second teat. Milk squirts from your nipple, almost drowning the man as you lick his manhood. "F-fuck!" You moan between mouthfuls of his cock, ''"Harder!"'' You buck. Bouncing Kyogre on your belly, you butt a car-sized breast into the male, forcing the males dick so far inside you that his nethers press against your fat thighs. The rough sex elicits a groan from the god. Rayquaza attemps to grunt in competition, but he's too busy having his throat fucked by a nipple to even contemplate the reaction. Tilting your head back, you enjoy the third squirt of the green god's virile seed between your beastal maws. Eyes closed, you gulp down his cum and continue to suckle his dick for more. It has the aftertaste of your milk to content with. There's so much of your cream that it begins to pool around your tangled bodies. Your gangbang is set to a soundtrack of splashes and moist squelching sounds. Insatiable, you force the greatness of your enormous body upon the two legendary's. Haha! [[Whether they like it or not.|post_tf_groundon]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Groundon", label:"", }>>\After years as such a failing explorer, you never imagined your //big// break would come like this. You're a behemoth of a woman — an anthro Primal Groudon as big as a house and built like one too. Your tits are so enormous they've been given names. The 'big greys' are almost as famous as you are in the hall of legendaries. Some say there are mystical properties to your milk that grants endless growth. Given how much Rayquaza has ingested without any effect, you doubt their claims are valid. Your looks, however, are enough to enlarge any flaccid penis into a solid erection. You command the respect you deserve as the biggest and meanest goddess on the block. Your aggressive sex is known to leave fractures in the floor, body hot with the fire of your arousal...and bursting from your primal form. It's not enough to discourage your <<linkreplace "repeat customers...">> repeat customers.. Kyogre is quick to submit to your will. The ruler of the oceans is no more, succumbed to the clench of your pussy around his mammoth dick. What need is there for a god of the seas when your tits created such //vast// amounts of fluid? They run like rivers, you nipples getting as much use at the male's cock whilst fucking. Aeons later and you've learned to enjoy the power of your primal form in every way possible. Your strength is unrivalled, firey sex unmatched, and your pussy constantly craving more. Sometimes you still feel the ruddy sphere floating in your stomach. You think back to the glowing gem with fuzzy memories. It's not like your care. What matters is how ''massive'' you are. Though, with longing, you wonder if any more of the red orbs exist. Bigger //is// better, after all! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> <</linkreplace>>\

"Hey gal~!" You jump, ears ringing from the unexpected sound. Unlike the song of the azure flute, this voice appears from //behind// you. Spinning, your heart's in your mouth as you face the intruder. The chamber around your flashes orange than gold, brightening for you to gape at the new arrival. The sight before you makes your <<linkreplace "jaw drop...">>jaw drop... "''A-A-Arceus!?''" There's no mistaking the goddess standing before you in all her glory. The legends were right! This //really// was The Temple of the Gods! You tremble before the beast, frozen in shock. Albeit, the Pokemon in not entirely <<linkreplace "as you expected...">>as you expected... Ancient depictions suggested that the mother of creation was some kind of quadrupedal deer, struck through a golden compass. That representation, however, didn't even come close to the fat-assed, big-breasted, and impossibly curvy anthro before you. Arceus seems to enjoy your gawking, flicking her head to the side to allow a white and black ponytail to settle free from her cervid ears. Your eyes, however, keep returning to her huge breasts⁠ — rounded orbs of black fur under a mass of creamy neck hair. Pure white pelt covers much of her sleek, humanoid form. Although, by how she sets her legs apart with a cheeky grin, there's one thing she's keen to have you //stare// at! The goddess set her hands on her hips. "Aren't you just the cutest! //Awww!// And the first to call me on the flute! How //delightful!//" "I-I…!" You don't know what to say. The Legendary towers over you. Eight-foot tall, short tail flicking as she studies you with a sly smile. You're not sure where to look. In fact, your attention keeps drifting down to the wobble of her enormous ass. "Oh, don't you know what the flute does, gal? Heh! Why //stare// when you can enjoy it for //yourself?//" You stumble backwards as the legendary takes a step closer. Why does she keep calling your //girl!?// You're too stunned by the situation, too confused by the shape of the woman's body to comprehend the deity before you. Arceus seems perfectly designed to be so incredibly //arousing// that you struggle to breathe...and unable to dodge the beam of golden light that the woman directs from her hands straight <<linkreplace "towards your chest...">>towards your chest... "Uuufff!" The photons hit you like a physical force. You mind reels at the surge of energy in your body. Light quickly fading, you blink incongruously at the female towering over you. What...What was she doing!? You only wanted to loot the ruins...not actually meet a //god//, uh...//goddess?// Fuck, you can't look away! Her red eyes are utterly captivating as you pant, head throbbing. "Oh yes. You are a perfect //vessel.//" The sensual female tone echoes between your ears rather than from Arceus herself. Her puffy lips don't even move! You quiver from the force of the words sinking into your thoughts. You practically //drool// as the anthro take a step closer. Your eyes are at her tit-level, huffing in the pheromones bubbling off her form like a drug. You moan when the goddess of creation slides her hands under your bottom. "Looks like you've got some //growing// to do." Arceus snickers, gently lifting your bottom within her hands. You're drunkw with her godly scent, disorientated by the mental link Arceus forces upon you, spilling affirmations into your brain as you begin to //stretch// <<linkreplace "upwards...">>upwards... You legs extend to match the legendary's tugging, feet splaying out from the heat of so much growth! You exhale, enjoying the tingling of your spine when ''RRIIIIPPP!'', your shirt fails to withstand to your sudden gain of height. "F-Fuck!" You grunt, voice pitching higher with the sheer volume of arousal in your six...seven...fuck~! ''Eight-foot'' form! Your head scrapes the ceiling, still echoing with Arceus's telepathic chortle. The remains of your trousers flutter to the floor, leaving you naked before the goddess. There's nothing to hide your <<linkreplace "painfully hard erection...">>painfully hard erection... "//Awwww!// Are you enjoying this?" It feels like the god is all hands. She works her sleek white fingers over your skin, leaning over to press her beach-ball sized breasts up against your chest. Arceus doens't break eye contact, cervid tail wagging as she rubs herself up and then down your body, letting her nipples tickle across your flesh. "You like this. Don't you?" Your brain rattles with her slick words. "You //want// this." The words are hypnotising. You don't even bother to fight, flushed from the contact of the woman so eager to touch you. Fuck! The goddess of creation was rubbing her //tits// over //your// chest! Just...Uuuh yes! Why would your resist? "I...I want this." You mumble, vision fading in and out of focus. Arceus hands continue to rub around your bottom and across your hips. You feel your flesh become supple in her hands, like clay as massages her palms around your rump, leaving a thin pelt of white fur in her wake. "I //know// you do, gal. You want this //soooo// bad. To be big, thick, and //womanly!// Yes. To be just like me." You gasp, whimpering with pleasure as her hands began to shape you, //moulding// you into something better. Arceus starts with her delicate hands around your flanks. They balloon under the goddess's touch, filling-out so wide and //chunky//. Your butt expands in a similar way, white fur spreading over ass cheeks so fat that your stumble back, legs rapidly filling out to support such enormous weight. Each shudder of pleasure sets you rump jiggling. It's almost no surprise when your tailbone begins to ache, stretch, and //expand.// The tail seems necessary to complete your form. To be more like her. Groaning, you hands <<linkreplace "fumble down for your dick...">>fumble down for your dick... Arceus, however, bats away your clumsy pawing. "Naughty! How very unladylike! Here, I've got you something much //better// to play with." The woman has to lean back to left her hands up around her enormous breasts. Cheekily, she splays her fingers and begins to caress your nipples, massaging the flesh even as fur begins to sprout across your chest. The tugging isn't gentle. She grabs you nubs between her fingers and //pulls.// You gasp, feeling your chest heave outwards with the woman's mischievous pulls. You twist your spine, dick throbbing with the two massive breasts that Arceus begins to mould under her fluffy palms. Quivering, you groan as her incessant touching not only transforms you, but continues to turn you on. "OooohhOH~!" Her hands work down your thighs, expanding them into hams so ''big'' that you're forced to //waddle//. She steals the mass from your middle, thinning your abdomen so incredibly narrow that your hips flare out to form child-bearing monsters. Arceus tugs your tail, lengthening it out in a frenzied process of turning you into the perfect mirror image of herself. Sleek, cervid, royal, and so deliciously curvy. Even as she slips her hands between your furry white legs, your voice howls with the horny appreciation of your transformation. "Hehe! Look at us! Twins!" Arceus hoots, using her fingers to squeeze and pucker your dick into a deep crevasse. You buck into her hands, breasts jiggling and nipples dribbling. with a rough motion the goddess moulds your groin flat, balls dissapearing to make rooom for an aching slit already moist with lust. The goddess toys with your, taking a step back to study you like an artist would her canvas. The mental link between your minds makes it hard to think. You watch yourself...or was it her...study your beautiful form. Arceus. Symmetrical versions staring at the other. It's without thought that you caress your fluffy thighs, clasping a sleek feminine hand to sink three fingers into your gaping pussy. The motion is gentle and inquisitive. At least, until your reflection steps forward. Arceus takes your hand in her own and with a naughty grin, forces your entire fist inside your oozing gash. "FffffFOoooUUHH!" Your voice breaks into a girly cry, "Oh! Have a good //explore//, sexy." Arceus drools, roughly stuffing you hand into your gash. "We're going to be using that //so much// together." You feel you walls clench, gasping for breath in your thoughtless peak of euphoria. It's the smell that drives you crazy. Thick, feminine pheromones turn the air into a sex drug. The sheer exuberance of your godly form. "Aren't you just gorgeous!" Arceus laughs. "Gosh. I'm so beautiful! And now there's two of us!" She grabs your cheeks and smooches you. The kiss isn't a quick peck, however. The god moans, sucking on your lips as she bashes her tits against your own mammaries. Squeezing nipples together until milk begins leaking between the gap. You pant as she pulls away. The bond between you, so lustily sealed, makes your head spin. You can't make out who started the kiss, nor who pulled away. Knees shaking, you can only grin. Fuck, this is so hawt. Arceus's thoughts spill into you, removing all inhibitions and any recollections of your former self. There's only the two of you. Your fuck-off tits, fat asses and the leaking slits between your legs. You don't try to contain a cheeky laugh, revelling in just how naughty the situation is. "Come on." Your white lobe-like ears perk up, eyes sparkling, [["let's have some fun."|sex_arcues]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

"Come on, let's have some fun!" Arceus grabs onto your hand...or maybe you grab onto hers? The goddess flashes you a cheeky grin as suddenly the world turns blue. Waa!? Your body quivers as the floor disappears, //stretches//, and then materialises once more as a grass-speckled ground. You blink. Huh, teleportation? You can do that? You feel Arceus probe at your link. The more she does that, the harder it is to separate your minds. You know you're different...but the somehow same? Identicle twins. Shaking your head, you feel the busty woman rest her arms around your narrow shoulders. "We'll get used to it!" Arceus giggles, eyes scanning the hilltop the goddess had teleported you to, "Besides. It's going to make this experience //twice// as good. You wait!" Your pussy walls clench at the mere thought. There's a mashup of emotions that develop between the mental link. Lust, heat, and so much //greed.// You've never lusted for a good fucking as much as you do right now. How was it possible to be so chunky and yet so //empty?//. Snickering, you sashay alongside your twin, enjoying the sway of your booty. Fuck, how wonderful it was to be so big and //bouncy!// There was no inhibition in your stride, head held high, and your drooling black tits proudly on display. "Flaunt it girl." Your sister chimes in, slapping your buttcheek, "Ready for a bit of action?" The meaning of the words become clear when Arceus thumbs towards the <<linkreplace "pair of Pokemon already present on the grassy plateau...">>pair of Pokemon already present on the grassy plateau... Your eyes widen at the site of the two legendaries. "Dialga" and "Palkia" were in the middle of sparing match, their colossal eight-foot bodies locked arm-in-arm as both tried to batter their opposition. A smile grazes your face at the sight of the buff male Dialga, his dinosaur-like tail weaving as he tries to take out the female Palkia. The sheer size of the pink lizard's breasts gives her a natural weight advantage that she presses. Unlike a typical wrestling match, the female goddess of space has a clawed hand wrapped around the opposition's cock. Arceus steps in to break up the brawl. "Palkia! Dialga!" Your twin pushes the pair apart like they're toys, tail wagging above her enormous ass as she leans in to separate the two. "No fighting in front of Mistress." Your twin chortles, brushing dust off her hands and down his engorged flanks. "It's playtime." Palkia shakes her head, eyes switching between you and your twin. You chuckle at the blatent confusion. Flicking your head and drawing in a sigh, you delight in the jealous stare of the anthro focusing on your enormous tits. Ha! Like she could complete with //you//, the mother of creation! However, it's the scaly blue male who breaks the ice... "Huh!? There's //two// of you." Dialga's maw drops open, tusks glimmering. His gaze lingers between you and your twin sister. "H-How...?" Strutting forward, you can't help but <<linkreplace "tease the brute...">>tease the brute... "Why? Wasn't one of me enough for you?" You wag your tail, hands lingering under your bosom, fondling the base of your perky tits. Dialga stares at your body like it was an item, not that you didn't enjoy his ogling. With a provocative wink, you reach under his jaw and snap his mouth closed. "Come on, that's no way to stare at your Mistress, is it?" You lean down to make firm eye contact. Though, the male remains fixated on the boobs you practically shove into his snout. "Which one of you is the //real// one?" The male gunts, voice muffled by your beach-ball sized tits. You laugh, patting his cute head gently. The mental link with you twin rejoices in the easy mockery, brain glazed by a wash of lewd methods for which to toy with the male. "Oh? Isn't this //real// enough for you?" You lift the man by sliding a hand under his groin. Cradling his grapefruit sized balls, you hoist him upwards with the male's erect dick spluttering across your forearm. He groans as you reach out to rub at his cock, hips swaying with the motion. "You've got something that will make us sisters //very// happy." You let the words drip from your tongue, seeing the man's pupils widen. He snorts, trying to clear the pheromones saturating his nostrils. "Have you been a good boy?" You drawl, squeezing your chest into his own. "Maybe you deserve a little treat, //hmm?//" It's through your bond that you feel your sister subdue Palkia in a very similar fashion. The pink female's pussy is drenched as your twin toys with her, commanding the very attention that you both deserve as the mothers of the legendaries. Palkia sags with the sleek finger in her pussy as Arceus chortles, giving you a cheeky wink. The flood of lewd propositions surging through your mental bond is met with complete agreement. You grin, <<linkreplace "Let's have some fun...!">>Let's have some fun...! It's only a matter of time until the four of you are locked together in a tangled mass of lusty sex. The orgy quickly descends into a degenerate mess of pheromones, sweat, and cum. You're at the bottom of it all, splayed out on your back with your fluffy tail pressed tightly beneath your huge buttocks. The extra flesh is more than welcome, padding the mighty thrusts of Dialga into your gash. You spread your hips; legs held wide by your sister. You squeal with each thrust. Arceus is sat unceremoniously on your face. Your twin's breathy pants announce that your tongue is doing a great job. Her pussy lips are planted over your mouth, flat tongue rimming her walls as they ooze femcum into your mouth. You savour the sweet taste, swallowing to clear your throat for more. Each buck of the male into your pussy makes you //squeak//, his dick splitting open your walls as he hilts himself over and //over// again into your needy sex. Each thrust bends your spine, sending your body lurching upwards into your sister's gaping vagina. Any attempts to gently slather her clit with kisses are thwarted by the rough sex. You can only stick your tongue out and fuck her with the muscle, each slap into your pussy shoving your head up between Arceus's pillowy ass cheeks. You rock like a see-saw, all control stolen from your as the //slut// of the orgy. If that wasn't enough, Palkia rides your stomach. The goddess of space uses your breasts to cushion her bulk as she rocks on your tits, juicing milk from your nipples. The cream smothers your thin belly. The pink lizard's face presses into your abdomen, her tail high in the air for Arceus to lick her dripping hole. Palkia wobbles, splashing in your milk as she drools from the lesbian rimming. The sound is one of sexual fantasy. The grunt of Dialga is a baritone to the female whimpering. You can't breathe at all. You're being filled at both ends. Mouth sucking your sister even as you walls clench and spasm around the male squeezed within your pussy. Your body feels like it's on fire. Hot, sweaty...brainless. You simply let yourself be fucked. Uuuhhhhh! The orgy is singular and all-consuming; lick, suckle, //squeeze.// Milk oozes and cum squirts. You give as well as receive, mind addled by orgasm. You're unsure if it's your second or third time. The experience is made yet more potent by the same wash of emotion from your twin sister. In the mass of body, breasts, and slimy splooge, there's no way to tell the difference between your forms. Mind entangled, //locked together// like your tongue in her wet pussy. Your [[bodies become one.|post_tf_arcues]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Arceus", label:"", }>>\You join your sister in your new life as mistress of the universe. The two of you become inseparable. Not merely because of your mental bond maintaining co-inhabitance of each other's minds...but for the fact that you //always// had your hand's in each other's pussies. Your lesbian sex was a perpetual experience. When you weren't grinding each other, it was rough fingering or licking. When the need for sleep arose, it was as sixty-nine, faces buried in each other's gashes as you drifted-off to mingling scent of your bodies. Of course, you had <<linkreplace "other responsibilities as well...">>other responsibilities as well... As a legendary Pokemon, you'd been clever in your distribution of tasks amongst your children. Delegation ensured you were free to enjoy the simple pleasure of existence. The hall of origin became your place of residence, reign, and //funhouse// for the rowdy gangbangs that became commonplace. And wow, was there plenty of //you// to go around. What better way to earn your subject's respect then to fuck them senseless? The servitude you deserved was represented by the sheer volume of cum splashed over your loins. You expected the demi-gods to //moan// when you claimed them, licking you clean once once playtime was over. Your milky breasts were the most important. You got the gods to suckle you dry like the good <<linkreplace "mother of creation you are...">>mother of creation you are... Millenia later and the universe remained the same functional, wet, sex-filled place. You'd never thought that exploring those ruins all those years ago would lead to this. Then again, it's not like you had any memories left from the time before meeting your twin. Arceus, mistress of the universe, had more important things on her mind. For now, that was a rematch against your sister to see who'd cum first. She'd taken to fisting your capacious pussy while you pumped her slit with your tail. Mouth in mouth, the glory of your sisterhood was made known by your fervent kiss. Sure, you have all the universe to explore and all the time to enjoy it...but everything you need was right here. You could probe your own beautiful body in every way possible. Hehe. //Both// of you could. <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \ <</linkreplace>>\ <</linkreplace>>\

You cradle the blue stone and (after plucking out your penknife) give it a little scrape. If your memory is correct then the silica-based mineral shouldn't scratch...and it doesn't! Woo! Instead, your knife bounces off and the sharp blade catches your thumb. "Fuck!" You yelp, blood erupting out from the wound. You almost drop the Charizardite X, scrabbling to cover the cut even as the stone get smeared red. You flinch in pain. "I'm such an idiot!" Delicately slipping the blue shard into a pocket, you study the damage. Thankfully you've still got your thumb. In fact, a quick prod proves the bleeding has already stopped. Huh? That's //strange.// You clench your fingers, expecting an explosion of pain but all your feel is pins-and-needles. By the time you notice what's happening, it's <<linkreplace "already too late...">>already too late... Yelping, you stare down at your hands. Both are infused with a glowing blue aura. Your eyes, however, remain focused on your fingers. T-They're //inflating?// You gape at the sight of your digits bloating so fat that turn black and begin f-fusing!? Heart in your mouth, you try and shake your wrists as if to dispel the changes as a hallucination. Your arms cramp, already filling-out and darkening under the cover of what you recognise as reptilian scales. Shit! W-Why is...ooohHH ''fuck~!'' Why does that feel so //goooood!// You grin, rolling your shoulders at the unexpected surge of heat. The blue aura from the stone, still glowing in your pocket, adsorbs to your skin, flushing your muscles with liquid ecstasy. It's like a sugar rush. Only so ''potent'' that you stamp your feet, enjoying how your toes fatten and smash into the floor. Shit. You're so pumped that you need to remove the energy somehow! Your thighs quiver before ''RRRRRIIIP!'' they expand with an explosion of muscle. The fabric of your trousers tear, falling away to reveal thick, black, scaly loins. The rush of adrenaline leaves you dazed. The urge to roar is made greater still by the elongation of your jaw. Your nose pulls out above a toothy draconic muzzle. Grinning, you enjoy the sensation of your muscles expanding across your increasingly girthy form. Fuck //yes!// The raw //power// stored in your sinew makes you shiver in delight. The vibrations shoot down your tailbone and even //further//, wagging a long black tail pressing from above your behind. Body buzzing, you notice how tightly your shirt stretches across your chest, only <<linkreplace "moments before disaster...">>only moments before disaster... ''RRRRRRRRIIIPPP!'' You roar, tumbling forwards onto your claws hands. The new position released the pressure searing across your back...just in time for two huge dragon wings to burst from your shoulder blades. //S-shit~!// You give them a flap. Oh that feels ''awesome!'' The extra lift helps you stumble back onto your feet with a thump. You stretch, instantly bashing your head into the ceiling. //Youch!// The transformation not only adds muscular girth to your colossal form but height as well. Your knees buckle as the ground fractures under your footfall. All the excess weight is mostly a result of your expanding stomach. Free of your torn shirt, your belly bloats outwards as a rotund orb of baby-blue scales. Ooof //yes~!// You bellow, curling your neck upwards as it stretches longer and //longer.// The sensations leave you dizzy as the rush of energy finally hits your head. You pant, ears extending upwards to form sleek horns, grinding against the damp ceiling. Fuck! you're so big that you're forced to curl around yourself, //squeezed// between the four tight walls. Your body continued to draw energy from the blue crystal, now discarded on the floor. A power so strong that it intensifies into a blistering heat, so potent that your very maws ignite with bright blue fire. Your roar in pleasure! Enjoying the final, distinguishing characteristic of your transformation into a ''Mega Charizard X'' And fuck, you really are //mega!// Pulling your wings back, you spit //fire//, revelling in the tremendous surge of raw power. Flames dance around your black scales. You're unstoppable...and [[very tightly squeezed between the stone walls...|post_tf_charizard_x]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Mega Charizard X", label:"", }>>\ Your roar shakes the temple ruins. Gravel rains down from the ceiling as you sweep your tail across the walls, leaving a trail of blue fire in its wake. There's so much energy seething inside you that it's unbearable. //Uncontrollable./// You duck towards the nearest exit, leaving cracks in the ground with each thump of your huge three-clawed feet. Who knew the evolution stone was going to make you this ''big?'' Your horns scratch the ceiling. Panting, each breath only seems to make you bigger, taller, and //stronger//. You burst through an archway, shattering the hole as your muscular shoulders barge through. There's no thought to the <<linkreplace "mindless destruction...">>mindless destruction... The temple ruins become your home and your dragon's lair. The damp stone passageways hold so much treasure to hoard that you grow fat on the bounty. Artefacts are worthless compared to the fragments of ''Charizardite X'' you hunt. Each mineral infuses you with blissful, //boundless// energy. They make your muscular, girthier, stronger, and //bigger!// Fuck! You feel hollow without the song of the evolution stones tickling your belly, sprawling across your cache. It's years later that another explorer stumbles across the <<linkreplace "shattered remains of temple...">>shattered remains of temple... You awake from your slumber, cracking an eye to study the pathetic human. You've lost track of how many stones you've located and devoured. There's very little of the temple you haven't ransacked. Each mineral has increased your size two-fold...and still you want ''more!'' You're so big that your tail threads through several cracked doorways, head resting on the remains of an ancient shrine. With your black scales as dark as the gloom filling your lair, the human doesn't spot you until it's too late. Suddenly, the ruins are lit by flames. You open your jaws, slitted eyes shining with hot blue light. At last! Your tail quivers with excitement. Somebody with which to <<linkreplace "share your hoard!">>share your hoard! It's been years, maybe //centuries//, and you've never left your dragon's hoard...nor your beautiful mate. Why would you? Both make your heart sing with joy! You slump in each other's wings, sleeping in a state of endless //blissful// pleasure from your bed of Charizardite crystals. One day, you know that their energy will run out. Perhaps you'll awake in a blind rage as big as a mountain, crushing cities in a mindless fury for more power! Huh. Just maybe. For now, the hum of the stones feels //sooo// good. As does the steady beating of your partner's heart. Maybe you can sleep a bit //longer...?// <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Reaching out, you pluck a seed from the vine. You study the yellow pod, rolling it around in your hand. The seed is heavier than you expect...and kinda squidgy too? Without really thinking about it, you squeeze the seed between your thumb and a finger. ''Yuk!'' Green gunk pops out, smothering your palms. The smell is disgusting. //BLEH!// It cloys your nose with an aroma similar to manure; earthy and stagnant. Ugh. ''Gross!'' You wipe the gloop away on your trousers. The green colour, however, refuses to fade from your fingers. The casual wipe turns into rubbing motion, and then more frantic. Get it off! You grimace, mind woozy from the stench of rotten fruit. //Uuuuuhh?// You shake your head, intoxicated by the nauseating <<linkreplace "smell...">>smell... Huh? What are you doing? Ummm...oh yes! You were //preening// yourself! Shaking your head, you chuckle at your absentmindedness. Brain fart! It's important to keep yourself looking your best! You gaze down at your body, growing aware of how //wrong// it all feels. You tut at the fabric covering your narrow shoulders, ripping away the shirt with some difficulty. Huh? That should have been //easy!?// Studying your hands, you relax upon seeing your green digits merge into three sharp claws. //Much better.// Breathing in a deep sigh, you enjoy the overwhelming scent of yellow fruit. It brings a smile to your face, settling the odd confusion rattling inside your skull. Wait. Why is there material covering your legs? It's with a quick slash that you cut away the fabric, lazily tensing your arms. Twin leaf-like protrusions from both arms shimmer in the low light.Kicking away a pair of boots removes the remaining human garments. You shudder, mind hazy as you try to recall how you came across such <<linkreplace "weird artefacts...">>weird artefacts... You shrug away the problem, returning to the critical need to preen yourself. With such a big leafy tail, you have to ensure each frond is immaculate! You can't call yourself a ''Sceptile'' if you don't keep your leafy body in trim! And how will you ever attract a mate whilst looking so dreary? Males just //loved// shiny, green females! You hum to yourself. The sound reverberates up your rounded belly and your slimming chest, green scales spreading up your long neck. You don't even notice the transformation...and why would you? You've always been a Sceptile. Well, you //were// a Treeko once! But thinking so far back just leaves you dizzy. You'd rather focus on the present. Focus on making yourself //beautiful!// With a shiver, you cause the yellow pods sprouting from your back to clatter. They almost look like the yellow fruit whose scent cloys your slitted nostrils. You sneeze, feeling your wide frog-mouth mouth snap shut. The sweet aroma of the fruit is so intense that your <<linkreplace "struggle to focus...">>struggle to focus... Huh? What were you...oh! Teehee, focus silly! You stamp your clawed feet, rolling the tension from the shoulders. Why did you decide to come down here away from the sunlight? It's so dark and cold inside the ruins. Your pale eyes drift towards the ruins entrance, fronged tail wagging at the sight of photos cascading from the sky. Perfect. [[Sunlight is just what you need!|post_tf_sceptile]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"flase", pokemon:"Sceptile", label:"", }>>\ Years later and you forget all about the temple. Sure, there are a lot of strange stone monuments dotted about your territory...but they worry pesky humans. The only concern //you// have is keeping your tail trim, and bathing in that sweet sunlight, of course! How else can your perfect the green chlorophyll of your supple body? You have to make sure your remain //irresistible!// As a new addition to the Sceptile tribe, you've always been a bit of an outcast. Over time, the loneliness has evolved into a new emotion...a consuming need. It started in the flanks of your scaly green legs. Arousal that soon spread to the rest of your bipedal form. The desire for a mate. To procreate, thrive...and //fuck.// You grow obsessed with your looks. Grouchy, you begin to find private spots within which to wash, sharpen your leaves, and discover smooth jungle bark. Some wood has just the right texture to rub between your loins, letting you toy with your plush lips. Teasing your slit is the only way to satisfy the cravings in your body. Although, you can't help craving something //more.// Maybe it's your search for companionship, or simply sexual relief, that <<linkreplace "you stumble across the ruins once more...">>you stumble across the ruins once more... You recognise the human scent immediately...and the cloying stench of yellow fruit? Oh! That smells //magnificent!// Drooling, you explore the cacophony of smells. There's something about the aroma that's thick and unbelievably //alluring.// Your eyes light up at the sight of the <<linkreplace "male Sceptile...">>male Sceptile... Hehe! Just what you need! With a sly grin, you drop a hip and swing your leafy tail into your claws. There's no hiding your engorged pussy. Nor is there any shame of how obviously you place it on show. Oh, yes! Stare hun. Don't hold back. Come and //fuck me// until I pass out. What was the silly male doing down here exploring holes when you had a perfectly good orifice within which to delve? <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> <</linkreplace>> <</linkreplace>>

Blowing across the end of the tube achieves a hollow sound. You try again, covering the finger holes with some success. The terrible screech of the flute changes sound to a squeaky whistle. Uh ok, that sounds terrible. You try a few more times before going red in the face. Ok, that’s enough of that. You don’t want to attract the attention of the temple guardians... \<<if $location.label == "r_shrine">> The hollow whistle continues to echo around the small shrine...only it seems to grow louder and //louder.// What the…? Dropping your rucksack, torch in one hand, you try to locate the source of the sound. But it’s like the flute’s song is all around you; melody developing like a Steve Reich composition. It’s loud enough to pain your ears. The blue flute slips out of your hands and clatters on the flagstones. Squinting, you’re aware of a steady blue glow beginning to suffice the small room. Pulses of azure light flash time with the music. You quiver, bewildered by the haunting shifts of colour. The ground rumbles, shaking as you drop your torch in fright! The flames hit the floor and instantly extinguish, leaving you in darkness. Slowly, your eyes adjust to the dim blue light which still illuminates in the dusty air. Crap, <<link "what just happened...?" "tf_arcues">><</link>> \<<else>> Well. At least nobody is around to hear that racket. Red faced, you put the flute back in your rucksack and <<link "return">><<timed 0.5s>><<goto $location.label>><</timed>><</link>> to exploring the temple... \<</if>>

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_courtyard", name: "Courtyard", description: "The ruins open into a large square courtyard, the stone ceiling turning to sky. Four walls on each side are filled with crumbling entrances into different areas of the temple, though most are now impassable. A Staircase leads up to a second story of rooms.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Alcove" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_alcove">><</link>> Go to <<link "Antechamber" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_antechamber">><</link>>     <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ \<<set $bugbite = random(1,3)>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_courtyard == "true">>\ A staircase leads up to a first-storey balcony. Although the steps look crumbled, you’re sure they’ll <<linkreplace "hold you weight.">>Hold your weight. You try the first step, tapping it with your foot...and then the next. Ok! This feels secure! You <<link "continue up the staircase" "tf_lunala">><</link>><</linkreplace>> <<else>>\ <<set $location_found.r_courtyard = "true">>\ <</if>>\ <<linkreplace "Abandoned Wooden Crate">>Abandoned Wooden Crate...<<if $item_collect.courtyard_t_rare_bone == "true">>Wait! is that some kind of bone? Or stone? Perhaps both...<<linkreplace "a fossil!">>You pick up the rare bone and slide it into your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">>!<</link>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Rare Bone")>>\ <<set $item_collect.courtyard_t_rare_bone = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<if $item_collect.courtyard_rindo_berry == "true">>Huh? With the extra light there’s a few shrubs thriving in the dirt. Is that a <<linkreplace "Rindo Berry?">>You add the berry to your rucksack. The little snack might help stave off your hunger <<set $rucksack.push("Food")>>\ <<set $item_collect.courtyard_rindo_berry = "false">>\ <<set $food_rindo = "true">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</if>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_alcove", name: "Alcove", description: "This side room is small, leading off the courtyard perhaps as some kind of storage area. What used to be crates of dried food are now just crumbs and cobwebs. You sneeze, rubbing at the dust in your nose.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Courtyard" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_courtyard">><</link>>       <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>\ You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ Wow? Some kind of box just lying around? Maybe you should <<linkreplace "look inside?">>look inside... <<if $bugbite == 3>><<linkreplace "You hear a scuttle...">>You hear a scuttle...Waa! A ''Venipede!'' There must have been some food left inside because the box has developed an infestation. You better step away before the mass of bugs <<linkreplace "get aggressive...">>get aggressive...and OUCH! Too late for that! Seriously? What did you do wrong to <<link "get bitten?" "tf_scolipede">><<timed 1.5s>><<goto tf_scolipede>><</timed>><</link>> You barely opened the box! \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</if>> \<<if $bugbite !== 3>>Oh. It's empty. Well apart from cobwebs and insect poo. Something might live inside, but there's nothing here now...<</if>>\ \<</linkreplace>> <<if $location_found.r_alcove == "true">>\ <<else>>\ <<set $location_found.r_alcove = "true">>\ <</if>>\ Ok! This looks like it used to be a cellar or someplace for keeping things? Except almost all the shelves and cupboards look empty. Hmmm, there might be something... <<linkreplace "Storage tray">>Storage Tray...<<if $item_collect.alcove_t_dark_stone == "true">>Something's hidden at the back of the row of containers. A little hole for hiding a...<<linkreplace "a stone?">>It's come kind of black mineral. Everything has a value, and so you slide it into your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">>!<</link>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Dark Stone")>>\ <<set $item_collect.alcove_t_dark_stone = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<else>>...Nothing!\ <</if>>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <<if $item_collect.alcove_food == "true">>You find a <<linkreplace "an old cereal bar">> Added to Rucksack\ <<set $rucksack.push("Stick")>>\ <<set $item_collect.alcove_food = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ lying on the floor. Huh, some explorer must have left that behind? <</if>>\

/* LOCATION DATA */\ <<set $location to {label: "r_pool", name: "Pool", description: "Dripping water echoes around this small chamber. You hold-up your touch to illuminate the space, eyeing a stone pond. Some kind of heeling baths? Carvings surround the pool, depicting water Pokemon. The air is damp and stale.",}>>\ /* TOP BAR TEXT */\ <div id="passage-header">\ <center>$location.name</center>\ \ $location.description\ <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>\ You've been exploring for what feels like forever! You’ve exhausted and almost ready to fall asleep on your feet! <<case 2>>\ You’ve been traipsing the passageways for hours now, your feet dragging at the floor. <<case 1>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <<case 0>>\ You explore the ruins with a rucksack and endless enthusiasm, carefully examining the various chambers.\ <</switch>> </div>\ /* SIDEBAR TEXT */\ \ <div id="passage-footer">\ <center>Travel:</center>\ \ Go to <<link "Collapsed Hallway" transition>><<set $location.label = "r_collapse">><</link>>       <center>Held Items</center>\ Slot 1: $player_carried[0] Slot 2: $player_carried[1] <center><<link Rucksack inventory>><</link>></center>\ <<if $rucksack.length == 0>>You are not carrying anything in your rucksack.<<elseif $rucksack.length == 1>> You are carrying only 1 item in your inventory.<<else>>You are carrying a total of $rucksack.length items in your inventory<<endif>> <center>Player</center>\ \ You're <<switch $player.fatigue>>\ <<case 3>>exhausted and craving food!\ <<case 2>>tired and starting to grow hungry!\ <<case 1>>fresh and full of energy!\ <<case 0>>fresh and full of energy!\ <</switch>> You hum <<print $music.random()>> <<if $torch.held == "true">>Your torch is <<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>barely alight\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>burning brightly\ <<default>>burning dimly\ <</switch>><</if>> \ </div>\ /* PASSAGE TEXT */\ <<if $rucksack.includes("Dark Stone")>><<goto tf_zekrom>><</if>>\ <<if $torch.held == "false">><<goto torch_dies_dark>><</if>>\ <<if $torch.held == "true">>You explore the ancient ruins with your torch held out before you.<<switch $torch.level>>\ <<case $torch.minlevel>>\ The flames sputter, burning the last of the oil.\ <<case $torch.maxlevel>>\ The flames burn brightly in the gloom.\ <<default>>\ The torch flames burn dimly in the gloom.\ <</switch>>\ <</if>>\ \ <<if $location_found.r_pool == "true">>\ <<else>> Moss covers the stone brickwork enclosing the wide pool. Water laps at the edges in a way that is strangely soothing. You let out a sigh, scanning the clear waters. With no light for anything to grow, the pond is crystal clear..all but for a few chunks of ice? Woa, that’s weird. It’s not //cold enough!?// You’re tempted to reach out and <<linkreplace "grab a chunk.">>grab a chunk. Wow! That’s cold! Ok. It’s definitely ice. Uh...''nevermeltice?'' You’ve heard of such an item. And there’s definitely something strange about the cubes. Your hands grow all <<link "tingly..." "tf_aurorus">><</link>> <<set $location_found.r_pool = "true">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $item_collect.pool_t_quick_claw == "true">>\ You foot kicks something across the ground. You glance down, shining your torch across what looks like a hooked claw. Huh? Some kind of <<linkreplace "talisman?">> A curved claw. Wait, you've heard about these before. A ''quick claw!'' is supposed to help Pokemon in battle. Meh, it might be useful. You place the item into your <<link "rucksack" "inventory">>!<</link>>\ <<set $rucksack.push("Quick Claw")>>\ <<set $item_collect.pool_t_quick_claw = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ <</if>>\ <<if $item_collect.pool_food == "true">> You find a <<linkreplace "an old cereal bar">> Added to Rucksack\ <<set $rucksack.push("Stick")>>\ <<set $item_collect.pool_food = "false">>\ <</linkreplace>>\ lying on the floor. Huh, some explorer must have left that behind? <</if>>\ A stone statue of an angelic woman hovers over the pool. The limestone has weathered with a honey-comb texture in places, but their form is recognisable as a musician. <<if $item_collect.pool_t_eon_flute == "true">><<linkreplace "You wave your torch closer...">>You wave your torch closer... The female character holds what looks like some kind of flute to her mouth. Years of water dripping down her hands have corroded the statue's fingers. Unlike everything else surrounding the pool, the flute looks like it has stood the test of time. The black metal shines under the illumination of your torch. Huh! Maybe you can <<linkreplace "slip it free?">>slip it free? Carefully, you slide the flute away from the statue and into your own hands. It's surprisingly light, with odd wing-like ornamentation near the base. You've never seen anything like it...and that alone must mean it's worth something! You place the Eon Flute into <<link "rucksack" "inventory">><</link>> \<<set $rucksack.push("Eon Flute")>>\ \<<set $item_collect.pool_t_eon_flute = "false">> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<<else>> You've already taken the flute. There is nothing else of interest here <</if>>

Upon stepping into the darkness, a sudden gust of wind sucks through the ruins. Your torch flickers and your swear, trying to shield the flames. Wind? Down //here!?// You shiver from the cold draft which whips up dust from underfoot, instantly extinguishing your light source. without warning, you're <<linkreplace "plunged into darkness..">>plunged into darkness... You back away slowly, disorientated but squinting for any sign of light in the ruins. It’s only when you glance up that you notice <<linkreplace "something wrong...">>something wrong... Stars dot the sky overhead. Shit. That's not good! Again, a breeze brushes past your shirt but the air is colder and smells fresh somehow. The fuck!? You shiver, not only from the exposure but //fear// at what's just happened. One minute you were below ground and now...you're //someplace// else? Shit! What...no. This can’t be real! As your eyes adjust to the midnight gloom, however, you can’t deny the truth. You’ve been teleported inside of some kind of broken tower? Classical columns surround you, broken and derelict...and nothing like the ruins you were once in. Nono! You need to get back! A faint glow provides a weak light. You spin, heart in your mouth and knees tense, ready to spring into action. It takes you a few moments to realise that the light is, in fact, coming from <<linkreplace "your rucksack...">>your rucksack... Dropping the bag to your floor, you crouch and zip open the container to find the light source. Given that the Dark Stone you collected rests on top of your assorted items, it’s hard to miss the glowing purple sphere. The gemstone sizzles with a black fire, the air thick around it. You quiver. D-Did the stone do this? Ugh. Ok...think! Maybe if you just touch it, the gem might <<linkreplace "take you back...?">>take you back...? Gingerly, you<<linkreplace "pick up the Dark Stone...">>pick up the Dark Stone... Instantly, the ball //explodes.// You yell, jumping back in fright...but it's no use! The glass sphere ''shatters'', splashing its contents all over you. A dense, black //gunk// that spreading across your chest, belly, and all over your thighs. The purple light snaps out of existence, but the dribble of black goo that coats your front still seems to simmer with a mystical purple energy. Oh fuck! Yuk! What type of artefact was //that!?// You grumble; shocked and even more flustered about being stuck within the spiral tower. What now! Where //are// you? Such thoughts of returning back, however, fade when the thick goo begins to <<linkreplace "seep through your shirt and trousers...">>seep through your shirt and trousers... You scramble at the viscous liquid with your hands, trying to peel away the rubbery black goo. The action only spreads the gunk further across your belly. You retch at the rank smell. UUuh! Get it OFF! The substance remains stuck to your fingers, both hands coats and dripping. Nono! It adheres like wet glue. ''Fuck!'' You wriggle your fingers but the motion only cements them together. Nono! Freaking out, you lift your hands to your face to watch the black liquid extrapolate, spreading across your digits to form them into three long fingers. You drop your arms, hyperventilating in horror. The burst of goo was t-transforming you! You need to get it...get it //oooohhhhh!// You shudder, thoughts glitching into a sensual moan as the black goo //dissolves// through your shirt, sending tendrils up over your chest. Like a thick, rubbery rind, the gloop smothers your torso in a skin-tight, squeezing layer. Ooooh~! Whereas you thought the latex might have acted as padding, removing all exterior senses...the rubbery layer only //heightened// you sensitivity. You whimper at the tightness across your chest. Your nipples feel like they’re being milked, tugged and then //dragged// outwards. Pleasure taints your brain as you drunkenly giggle at the ballooning of your chest. Hehe! ''RRRIIIIIPPPPP'' Your shirt never stood a chance. Your chest continues to inflate bigger and bigger, nibs swelling outwards above two mounds of jiggly flesh. Ooooh! Yes! That feel...ooohhHH~! That feel //soooo// good! Your three-fingered hands explore across the surface of the glossy orbs, tits sagging from your narrowing shoulders as your rock forward. The womanly assets bounce as you gyrate, your untouched human cock jumping erect and rubbing against the fabric of your underwear. The Dark Stone’s gloop, however, has <<linkreplace "continued to spread..."continued to spread... The distraction of growing female titties doesn’t last long as your spine arches, back swelling before two bony protrusion starts to morph out of your black skin. The remaining tatters of your shirt fall away to reveal huge rubbery flaps. Growling in delight, you tilt your head upwards, mind blank under the cacophony of confusing senses. The rubber rind coating your torso increases your sensitivity so intensely that even the breath of wind across your skin feels akin to a lick across your penis. Sexual, //arousing,// and unbearably hot. There’s no logic to your cries as you tilt backwards, allowing two bat-like wings to spread outwards from your shoulder blades. Your jaw clenches, gasping for breath as rubber spirals across your cheeks. Any worries about the glistening, rubbery coating your ears are silenced by the <<linkreplace "dribble of black goo across your ass...">>dribble of black goo across your ass... "Ooooohh!" You moan, voice pitching upwards as rubber drips from your fattening lips. Highly strung, passionate and so //girly.// There’s no opportunity to question your horny growls when you ass explodes outwards. ''RIIRIRRIPPPP'' Your trousers tear, unable to contain the swelling ''RRRRRRIP'' First to grow are your two previously slim buttcheeks. Well, there's nothing 'slim' anbout the new! The blockish male ass you once owned is overprinted by fattening flanks; black flesh //bulging// outwards to leave plenty of junk in the trunk. With the fat still jiggling, your spine elongates with a growing spike of rubbery skin. Your trouser's are the next to go. ''RRRRPIIIIIP'' A tail, shaped like a short cone, ruptures the remaining garments restricting your waist...and your penis. Even as your thighs bulge out into thick haunches, your cumbersome hands scrabble for pleasure between your nethers. "OoooHHH!" You gurgle, head elongating and eyes blinking back into focus. Your eyelids flutter closed, neck dropping back as you cry in pleasure. That felt so //gooood!// You dick, quickly shrouded into a massive mound of goo, forms a plump mound of squishy rubber which you fuck with your fingers, squishing it harder and //harder// to feel the unfamiliar tingle of arousal leave your mind blank. The motion is aggressive as you tease the bulge flat, gunk hardening and then parting. Your fingers split straight into the gash that falls open between your <<linkreplace "hefty loins...">>hefty loins... There’s no thought to your actions. Swamped within a layer of pleasure of glossy black, you puff, pant, and //gurgle// with the sexual excitement corrupting your body. You grope at your new sex, hips widening into feminine powerhouses as you shake, your fingering amatuer but enough given how sensitive your new anthro body is. With you bat-like wings, chunky limbs smoothing down into large foot paws bursting through your boots, breasts jiggling like jelly...it’s obvious what you’ve been transforming into. ''Zekrom'', the dragon legendary. Famed for their destructive powers. Though, the only thing you’re //destroying// now is your new pussy. Having been brainwashed into a thicc, female titan, it’s almost with a giggle that you notice that you’re still growing. Not outwards anymore, given your enormous tits are already outside the range of cup sizes, but //upwards//. You wiggle your heavy black toes, watching the push away with a giggle. Ooooh! You were growing so //big!// Fluttering your wings, you steady yourself as your brush upwards from six feet to seven, eight, //nine//. Fuck! This was //amazing!// The world shrinks below you as you fumble on your asscheeks, body remaining in proportion...if the huge gash you roughly fingered truly was to begin with. The [[hasty masturbation|solo_smut_zekrom]] is all-consuming, mind blank and motion instinctive with the need for release. In your pit of stifling, rubbery ecstasy, you’re barely aware of your surroundings. The insides of the sky pillar are just a container for your lusty moans. "OOOOOHHHHAAAA~!" you howl, uncaring of what [[trouble the noise might bring.|sex_zekrom]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

The footsteps crumble below your feet. That’s the only warning before a huge ''CRRSSHASHHH'' fills the courtyard. The stone under your boots turns into air as you flail, falling before there’s a hope of grasping onto something. For a few, long seconds you float, before the ground comes up to meet you. Stone ''shatters''. You smack into the flagstones, landing hard on your side, <<linkreplace "head hitting against...">>head hitting against... <<linkreplace "...">>... <<linkreplace "...">>... ...uuhhh...//what happened?// You blink, clearing your hazy vision. Shit! You’ve gone //blind...?// Grunting at the pain in your shoulder, you glance around to see that it’s in fact the world that’s gone dark. You must have knocked yourself out when the steps gave way and...and it’s night already! With a grimace, you try and sit up. //Everything// hurts. Grinding your teeth, you squint around the gloom. Your eyes adjust to the light as you look up to the sky overhead. Huh, oh yeah. Seems you’re in one of the most remote regions in the world, there’s no light pollution to hide the merry twinkle of stars. The view is enough to damp the pain for a few minutes. <<linkreplace "The moon hangs in the sky....">>The moon hangs in the sky It’s completely full. The lunar highlands give the impression of a face smiling down at you, warm and bright. Apart from the hum of crickets, the world is lulled into silence. Maybe...maybe you can just watch it a //little// longer? Now you think about it, you’ve never really appreciated the natural satellite. For a moment you feel like you’re floating, lost in the silvery rays. It’s so heart-achingly beautiful that you don’t think you can ever look away... The spreading cold seeping from the ground below gives you pause, however. Huh? Wait...<<linkreplace "what...?">>what...? The fact that the crickets have stopped chirping should have unsettled you. So too should the shift in the stars, the grass under your legs, and the whisper of wind in the trees around you. But why do you //care// about where you’ve been transported when the moon is still there, hanging above? You laugh, gripped by the urge to spread your hands just to feel more of the glorious moonlight tickle your <<linkreplace "skin...">>skin... "Oh! That's warm!" you giggle. The moonlight feels so nice on your skin that it leaves you wanting //more!// With uncertain barely tangible in your thoughtless craving for the pearly light, you begin stripping off your shirt and trousers. Your hands quiver from the energy instilling in your fingertips, skin pale in the moonlight...//too// pale in fact. You snicker, watching the flesh across your hands thicken into smooth leather. Oh! Hehe, wow! A similar transformation occurs across the rest of your body. Skin flushing under the touch of the moonlight, thickening into a purple, //stimulating// hide that coats your body, leaving your mind reeling. Your gasp, hands searching for the spots of burning hot arousal that sear your chest. "Ohhh! Yes!" You laugh, voice tinkling up the octaves as your tongue drops out of your mouth. "OOooh...that feels //good!"// You rub your digits around your bare chest, head lolling back so that you can stare at the <<linkreplace "moon overhead...">>moon overhead... You’re too busy massaging your inflating chest to recognize what’s happening to your body. Your nose flattens, face pulling out into a snout. Your skin morphs and flows, eyes expanding outwards into flat, bright blue visor above your drooling mouth. Gold highlights your head. Thick yellowed skin with rolls around your neck, engraving what looks like a permanent collar above your frantic groping. Shit, you were swelling so //big!// OoohhhhHH~! Giggling with the ecstasy of such simulation, your hands fondle at your expanding chest. Flat nipples perk up on top of two rising mounds. The flesh is springy and surprisingly //wobbly// as you new purple breasts continue to inflate. You arch your back, trying to counterbalance the soccerball-sized bosom resting proud above a narrowing waist. The unthinking way in which you caress the spreading femininity of your body is the main indication of the taint befuddling your thoughts. Sucking on a bee-stung lip, you let out a little whine at the sudden crackle of pain across your back. OoohhH! Two, half-moon wings sprout from your shoulder blades. They flutter; gold-lined flaps which extend outwards. Sails in which to capture even //more// moonlight. Body convulsing, the finale of your transformation into a ''Lunala'' is forgotten amidst your senseless groping. Heh! <<linkreplace "Look how big and squishy you are...!">>Look how big and squishy you are...! "Oooh please...!" You whine, fingers running down your fattening flanks. Each jiggle of your chunky thighs seems to reverberate a thickening lust across your groin. Giggling, your cute little squeaks only act to intensify the heat in your loin. Moonlight on your wings distils down into your cock, shrivelling under a halo of the pearly light. It's a withering metaphor of the brain-drain that leaves you so thoughtless and //horny//. It’s with glee that your prod at the shrinking protrusion, shivering as your balls squeeze and suck upwards. Oooh f-fuck! That felt soo //right!// You're impatient to sink your digits into the growing void devouring your chunky thigh gap. Such that, when your pussy finally forms, it's with a brainless gurgle that you submerge your fingers into your slit. Uncaring about the forest around you, you buck into the air and grope at your wide, womanly features. OOo~h OOH~ //OHhhhhuu~!// The sounds of the thick woodland aren’t enough to distract you from your [[masturbation|solo_smut_lunala]]. Even if the snap of twigs underfoot suggest [[you’re not alone in the clearing.|sex_lunala]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Your attempts at masturbation are thwarted when a hand falls to rest onto your shoulder. You jump, breasts bouncing off your chest as you let out a girly squeal. What just...ohhHH! There was //somebody else// here!? You scoot backwards, lurching onto your feet. The motion is flustered and, standing upright, leaves the entity of your oozing sex on show. Clenching your thighs, you giggle awkwardly at how obvious your self-pleasure must have been. Still lost within the honry smog corrupting your brain, you can’t help but <<linkreplace "ogle at the new arrival...">>ogle at the new arrival... He's got a similar frame to you. Draconic, with two white feathered wings curled up around his back. Pearly feathers cover the entirety of the male, providing the god with a remarkably fluffy appearance. His muzzle is smoother than yours. His body endowed with pale tail feathers and a mane of white floof. ''Reshiram'', a legendary dragon just like you..though, he lacked many of your better //assets//. His chest is completely flat unlike your stonking huge mammaries, a cute little dick resting between slim legs. You watch it hungrily. Reshiram ambles over. His easy smile is almost disarming, even as he looks up at you from a meagre height of seven-foot. Small, feathery, and bright white in juxtaposition to your huge, black bat-like form. There’s no uncertainty to his gaze, however, as the male's eyes sweep up from your bulb-like tail to your gleaming red eyes. "Aww who’s my big cutie!" Reshiram chuckles at your shocked expression. What did he just call you? "Huh, you missed me //gal?"// You’re tempted to laugh. The man was talking as if you were a push-over, even going as far to give you a pat your fat ass. Ha! He was puny! "You’ve been gone an awfully long time!" Reshiram continues to coddle, forcing out a large sigh. Oh. Was he...was he upset? You stare down at the male, unsure why you feel bad about disappointing him. And he had such a nice dick! Hehe Following your brainless attempts at organsm, you can’t remember meeting the white god...or recall //anything// for that matter. What...oh. No! He shouldn't feel sad! "I think you owe //somebody// a little welcome back present, hmm? "I don’t..." You snort, about to reject the god’s offer, but your words are snuffled out by his grip on your hand. With your hands still resting nonchalantly across your folds, the man grins as he forces your fingers into your gash. A growl escapes your throat...but you don’t fight the white god. You don't know why, but you can't bear to even //imagine// upsetting him. "I see //somebody’s// been a little naughty, hmmm?" He wipes a large dribble of your female precum across his fingers, reaching up to spread it across your belly. The motion it highly erotic even as you shuffle back, startled by the outright sexual display. Fuck, that was hot. Ohh shit. What was he...<<linkreplace "really..?">>really..? "No. You stay right there." Reshiram’s voice drops a level. The mood switch changes the god into a being that's both cool and commanding. Your ears swish back as you react instantly, freezing before any logical thoughts can process the command. "Aww such a //good// girl!" The fluffy god praises, his hand continuing to rub juices across your rubbery, black skin. Reshiram’s white cock slaps against his thighs as he’s forced to make his abrading motions wide, given how big you are compared to the anthro "Can’t you remember your place? Oh, shouldn't you be doing something right now?" "I...I doouhHHHhhhh ''Ooooh!''" Your response turns into a //moan// when the male rams his cock against your nethers. There was no warning to the act as the god slid between your thighs. He might have a mammoth dick, but it barely fills your gash. It’s your folds he teases, his fluffy face split into gin. "Yes. That’s much better. I like it when you //moan.//" Reshiram pats your thighs. "Such a //big// girl aren’t you! Have you come back to please?" The sheathing of his dick within your capacious folds elicits a <<linkreplace "girly squeal...">>girly squeal... "Y-yess!" You splutter, unsure if the answer is in reply of his question...or begging for the first deep probe into your virgin pussy. "I...yeeeoooohhhhHHH~!" "Clever girl. Keep moaning for me, I want to know how much you //enjoy// me." Reshiram’s grunts as he rests into the you and begins a rough fuck. Given your difference in size. He spreads across your belly, head sinking between your hefty cleavage. The sensation of the white legendary's breathe down the sensitive line separating your boobs is sensual. His scent thickens the air, dominant for a creature otherwise so small. "Oooohh! OOooooOh!" It’s the combination of Reshiram’s rough sex and caring praise that steals your mind, still weak for release. You beg and moan, first because you were unable to control the sounds. And then louder, this time to please the male who rutts into you. His dick barely produces friction at your folds but it's enough. The male bashes against your rubbery groin, sinking into your bulk with eager pleasure. "OooooOH!" You cry, feeling the spasm of your walls hit you with a wall of euphoria. You hump, bouncing the man on your belly, his balls slapping into your folds as you milk the entirety of his ten-inch cock like it was nothing. Slurping up his shaft and almost his ballsack too. "Good girl." Reshiram tugs at a nipple. If anything, just to hold onto something as you gyrate. His voice remains firm. Commanding. "''Cum'' for me." The squirt of femjuices from your vagina splashes all over the male. His penis can’t plug your orifice as your clench, tail shuddering. Femcum splurts out and drenches the white fluff of the god even as he continues to rutt, laughing at the pleasure of your release. Cum drips from his chest and muzzle, his white tail wagging mischievously. "Naughty girl!" His eyes narrow, dropping down to study the splooge sticking feathers to his skin, "Oh, I //know.// you can [[make me wetter than that!|post_tf_zekrom]]" \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

It’s so easy to masturbate when your entire body glistens like a sensitive rubber //toy//. And there’s just so //much// of you to pleasure. With two person-sized tits, wings like a small plane, and thighs as thick as tree trunks, your hands have a field day. You squirm, rolling around on the floor, flexing and uncurling, hands in a frenzy to explore every nook of your <<linkreplace "enormous, //legendary// form...">>enormous, //legendary// form... It’s your pussy that gains the most attention. Gone is your manly waist, hips now flaring out below a slim middle into fuck-off thighs. There’s so much black, //jiggly// flesh that your movements reverberate, body gyrating as you sink your fingers into your slit. Oooh yes~! //Perfect!// Such immense pleasure only focused within one area, however, can n//ever// be enough. You roll, hands running laps up and down your body. You play around your neck, squishing and then tugging at your breasts, massaging your stomach, fingering your pussy, squeezing your thighs, and then doing it all over again. Wings fluttering, the ecstasy of your form is made known by your <<linkreplace "effeminate groans...">>effeminate groans... "OoooohHH!" You wail without inhibition, enjoying how the long purrs ripple your huge bosom. Butt quivering, corkscrew tail wagging, your body can’t contain so much pleasure. A chance slip onto your side sends your shoulder crashing into a stone pillar. Given how huge your draconic form is, there's no pain as you thrash, rolling in the gravel of your destruction. Hehe! Why does it matter when you're so ''big!'' //"OooohhHH!"// You edge, body pistoning as a glossy hand once more returns to pinching your clit. "OooOOOoh! ''OHHHhhh~!''" Your moans echo around the enclosed building, your neck craned back and jaws angled up to the sky above. There’s no thought to the action, no goal but to simply edge yourself closer...and closer... The chance of orgasm is snatched away by [[the sound of another pair of footsteps crunching into the gravel...|sex_zekrom]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

"Where have you been!?? The man’s voice is harsh. You turn around to face the new arrival ducking out from the cover of the trees. ''"Solgaleo!?"'' You gasp, eyes wide at the site of the anthro lion. The Alolan sun god looms over you. The male's huge, a pillar of raw muscle, his strength just waiting to be unleashed. He's stark naked, white fur almost luminescent in the moonlight. Massive footpaws crush grass underfoot as the legendary steps closer, haunches packed with so much muscle that he //bulges//. Solgaleo's abbs and chest so thick that he looks more like a mountain and a man. He grins upon seeing you, wings fluttering as you try not to stare. The male's visor-like eyes burn blue. "I’ve been hunting for you for centuries!" The lion growls, tensing his thick neck. His welcome isn’t one of homecoming...but brash relief Solgaleo’s tail whips as he stretches his enormous biceps, grin spreading even wider. His sharp teeth gleam in the pearly moonlight. The look isn’t friendly but //predatory//, his open arms tipped with the unsheathed claws of his feline paws. "Who's my girl?" "I-I...!" You squeak, suddenly aware of how much bigger the anthro is. Whereas you’re seven foot, he’s easily //eight//, each step shaking the ground. You quiver, shaken but unable to look away. Solgaleo’s ballsack swings between muscular thighs, his dick flaccid and still ten-inches long. The black skin of his sex is enchanting. You bite your lip, the heat in your loins competing against the fear distilled in your <<linkreplace "by the feline...">>by the feline... "Awww look at you!" You shrink under the lion’s touch. "As cute as ever. So //deliciously// adorable!" He sets his hands onto your shoulders, eyes glancing up and down from your majestic crown to your sizable bust, and then your quivering legs. You try not to catch his eyes for fear of upsetting the lion...even as you hips throb from seeing his dick so close. The hunger for his cock is enough to still your growing alarm. Solgaleo runs a claw down from your chin, lingering around your neck. He flashes his canines, grimly spreading a huge hand across one of your breasts. A squeeze leaves your staggering, whimpering from the mix of //arousal// and pain. "After all this time, I’ve //caught// you at last." The male hums, "And you seem <<linkreplace "so eager...!">>so eager...!" You squeal when his own hand slides down your thin waist to fondle at your sex. Instinctively, your hips squirm and suck at his huge paw, body trying to milk the pleasure. "Solga-!" "Hush, //pet//" The lion’s voice, although barely above a whisper is enough to <<linkreplace "silence you...">>silence you... Though, the claw pressed against your clit might have given the same effect. "I want you to call me ''Master.'' Think you can do that." "Mmmmmm...!" You try. The rest of the title turned into a brainless moan at the sudden squeeze around your neck. Your eyelids flutter, neck tight even after the lion lifts a digit out of your pussy. The distraction is all it takes to loop a thick band of steel under your chin. The collar hugs your neck tightly. Huh, no you...! M-Master? Your eyes trail the leather leash trailing directly into the hands of your captor. Solgaleo’s grin is //predatory.// "Sorry. I didn’t catch that...but I //definitely caught you..."// He tugs on the leash, causing you to stumble forward and bump into his huge chest. The black hide lining the lion's mountain abbs makes a hard cushion against the impact. You squeak, realising that you’ve splayed your hands out to prevent the impact...and that the motion now places your slender fingers firmly around the lion’s nipples. Any complaints about the demeaning collar are overpowered by the aroma of the feline. Up against his body like this, you can //smell// the mix of sweat, fur, and his stifling manly hormones like a drug. You're unable to resist burying your snout between the cleavage of his pectorals, gurgling as you try to please the man. Even rubbing your tits into him is enough to edge your own arousal, horny from the intrinsic need to pleasure the male...but not wanting to overstep your place. The collar is only confirmation of that fact. You take a little step back, drawing your eyes away from the male cock long enough to look him in the eye. "Sorry Master...I..." "No, pet. That was //delicious.//" Solgaleo purrs, roughly stroking at your head with a feline hand. "But it's //you// I want a taste of." You’re not sure why you want to press so closely against the man, mind blank but the thoughts of everything you want Solgaleo to do to you. He has the ability to drag your by the leash...but you find yourself stepping forward <<linkreplace "willingly...">>willingly... The constraints within which the lion has immediately bound you are not physical. Solgaleo has made serving his body your greatest pleasure, just by his scent and the quiet threat by which he overpowers you. You whimper. Your new Master is //predatory.// "You’re lucky I found you today when I was hungry. Because there’s only one thing on my menu." The sudden yank on your leash sends you tumbling forward. Solgaleo drops to a knee as he pulls, timing the motion smoothly such that your thighs lock around his broad chest. "OooohH!" you squeal when your pussy bumps directly into the <<linkreplace "lion's maw...">>lion’s maw... The strain on the collar keeps you locked in place...not that you’d ever want to pull away. Solgaleo slurps at your, all his threat of //eating// you resolving into a much lewder scene than your first feared. His tongue mashes into your gash. With the leather leash clasped in one paw, he wraps the other around your legs just to hold you upright. You knees grow weak, hips oscillating with each of the male's ravenous licks. His rough tongue fucks your folds, stirring your honeypot before lapping at the ooze of your leaking gash. Each motion causes you wings to flutter, head rolled back as your thighs squeeze, burying Solgaleo between you thick, purple flanks. "OooOOooHH!" You howl, hands lost for what to do and thus resorting to fondling your tits. Solgaleo teases your vagina, his muzzle locking your sex from his reach. The lion is masterful in how he edges you closer and //closer.// Solgaleo purrs alone act as a vibrator, teasing your arousal from bliss into a sweet //agony.// "OOooohoOOOHHGHH!" Orgasm wracks your body. You teeter, almost collapsing around the man’s muzzle as you violently squirt. Thick shorts of femcum jet out from between your walls straight into the waiting maws of the lion. Solagleo growls in pleasure. The lapping of his feline tongue leaves your groin ''raw''. "Come on pet. I think there’s [[plenty more|post_tf_lunala]] where that came from...!" \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

The moon behaves like an aphrodisiac. You feel like you're floating, hands spread wide and wings gently pulsing with each photon of moonlight that grazes your supple skin. You giggle, mind growing blank and hazy at the tickle of the pale glow. The pose doesn’t last long, however. <<linkreplace "You can barely keep your hands away...">>You can barely keep your hands away... There’s no thought to how you explore your new figure. Your fingers work towards the points of pleasure. Probing and rubbing at anything to increase the arousal already tainting your form. Your muzzle drops open, the golden lines to your grand headcrest and wings shimmering, drool darkening your bee-stung lips. You can’t resist fondling your breasts. Oouuhhhh~! Smiling stupidly, you relish the stimulation of your nipples. They’re so big and //bouncy!// You trace the curve of your hourglass figure, clenching your thighs to milk the growing arousal in your pussy. "Ooohhh please...!" You moan, your mind imagining the necessary images to <<linkreplace "get yourself off...">>get yourself off... You pretend you’re offering yourself to somebody, flaunting your purple tits in all their glory. Yes! Look at you! Look how needy you are for release! With a shimmy, you tilt your flared hips, unsure why you’re so desperate to picture the scene of your masturbation. For some reason, there’s no sexual stimulation when your fingers brush against your pussy. At least, not unless you imagine the touch is from //somebody else//. Even in your solo session, the decision rests upon somebody more dominant than you could ever be. A trigger you can only beg to have control over. To ''cum.'' "OoOooh //please!// Fuck me!" You continue to beg your fantasy man, beginning to push and pinch roughly at your sex. The sound of twigs snapping only adds to the simulation as you moan. Picturing you suitor before you. One hand lifts up to your breasts, pushing at your supple flesh as you imagine a roguish male performing the very same action. //Submitting// to his desires as he //steals// the pleasure from you. Your eyes flutter open then closed, head tilted back in ecstasy from the <<linkreplace "hot squelches of pleasure mashed from your pussy...">>hot squelches of pleasure mashed from your pussy... "OooooOOOHHHHAA" You squeal, imaging the man is commanding to hear such uncontrolled, girly whimpers. "OHHH" the sound shakes your chest, fingers roughly fucking your slit. "Plleeeease!" Orgasm comes close...but not close enough. Whining, it’s not until your fantasy man sinks in deeper that your cum. //"Please!"// You beg, submitted to your own rough nipple play. You fingers practically chew at your tits. "PleeaOOHH!" Orgasm hits you like a brick wall. Your body convulses. Still stood upright, you thrust the air. Juices //squirt// from your cunny. You arch your back, calling out in glee during your sexual peak. "OooooooHHH~! OHH!" Body flushed, brain turned to mush in response to the sexual submission, you’re left panting. Femcum soaks the purple hide around your crotch. Little do you know, but your pleas for release haven't gone unheard. Drooling at the sight of cum dripping from your fingers, you barely register the boom of footsteps. It’s only when the scent of the male stings your nose that you realise [[such dreams might have evolved into reality... |sex_lunala]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Zekrom", label:"", }>>\It's almost cute how close you and Reshiram become. Well, that’s what the white-feathered male likes to whisper as you cuddle up around the god. He’s so small in your arms and //sooo// delicate! You wouldn’t want anything to happen to him. Nor for anything to //displease// him. Your little snowflake! You’d do anything for your partner and <<linkreplace "your //master...//">>your //master...// ''Master.'' It’s a strange concept at first but you’ve grown to love the title. It shows how much Reshiram cares...and how eager he is to have you close. Reshiram has lots of pet names for you but your favourites come out in the bedroom. Most of the time he just calls you ''big girl''. The words are what he had stamped on the white leather collar that perpetually resides around your black, glossy neck. You’d do anything for the male, though his requests soon grow <<linkreplace "predictable... ">>predictable... Like a good ''pet'', your mind turns blank whenever Master tugs on your collar. You gurgle with pleasure as Reshiram sinks into your huge tits. Hehe! They're like massive cushions for the small male. Although so tiny compared to your monstrous black form, Master's control over you is absolute. Especially when he sinks his face into your cleavage and bucks, hammering his dick in and out of your gash. "That’s a good girl" he croons, hands wrapped around your bosom. You feel yourself flush with the compliment, moaning with a low purr. It was just like your <<linkreplace "master liked...">>master liked... Centuries later and you’ve completely forgotten what it was like to be anything but a big, subby pet for the god. As a legendary yourself, you thought you might have more responsibility; using your powers to better the world. Your master always says how big and strong you are...but snuffles any thoughts of using such prowess beyond the bedroom. Not that you care. It’s enough to know that Reshiram is safe in your huge arms. Cum sticks to your rubbery hide and his breaths mingling with your own. Just the way it should be. <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \ \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Lunala", label:"", }>>Solgalo pulls your leash. Your brain goes blank with each tug, the strain around your neck is like a reset button as your thoughts drift back to your master. Solgaleo gives you plush butt a slap, receiving a cute //squeak// for his efforts. There’s no shame in such a meek display. You know how much the lion enjoys it. How much he //loves// to parade you around the other legendaries like the ''prize'' you are. You enjoy being on show; to walk in Solgaleo’s shadow knowing how jealous everybody is that he //owns// you. Though, few would want to take your place. They have never see the ''hunger'' in his eyes like you have. You live half in fear, half in devotion. Throwing yourself upon Solgaleo’s every whim in the hopes of avoiding his ever-present threat to //devour// you. Given how far he’s already corrupted you into a slutty plaything, you feel like he’s already devoured everything but your senseless, <<linkreplace "bimbo body...">> Centuries later and you sit, enjoying the tinkle of the colour around your lithe neck. Wings fluttering, you squirm as the lion nibbles on your shoulder. You clasp your hands around his waist, squealing at the god continues to hump his mammoth dick into your slit. Love bites smother your neck, clear visual proof of Solgaleo’s //dominance// over you. His saliva drools down your breasts. It’s hard to imagine anything else than submission to the god, especially when your brain is unblemished by anything but a desire for his cock. You remain prey to his raging passions, your life nothing more than sexual servitude to your master. <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> <</linkreplace>>\

It's by accident that you drop the bone. You never normally have butterfingers, but the smooth fossil carelessly slips from between your digits. Yelping, your scramble at the bone but that only makes things worse. With a loud ''CRACK'' it hits the floor and <<linkreplace "shatters...">>shatters... Normally, you'd have been a little pissed at breaking a priceless artifact...but for some reason the mishap leaves you ''raging ''. Whether it's from the red mist that billows from the broken bone, or just your own //frustration//, you're unable to control the anger. With a growl, you lift a boot and ''stamp'' it down on the fractured fossil. This, however, only makes things <<linkreplace "much, //much// worse...">>much, //much// worse... The whole chamber fills with a fine red mist. You cough, cursing yourself for being so stupid. It's not a simple growl, however. Your shouting erupts outwards as a guttural ''ROAR!'' You kick bone fragments off your feet...and your boots fly off with them. The leather has been ripped open, shredded by the sudden and unexpected expansion of your feets. Rage turns to horror and then back to fury again. You stare at the red scales which begin to crystalise across your skin, hardening and splaying outwards as your toes ''swell'', merging into three fat digits. Your reaction is impulsive as you flex, giddy and confused as to why such a sight ''angers'' you. It's as if your body is too //small!// You've never thought about it until now, but you really are //tiny!// So little when you should be ''strong!''. With a deep growl, you feel your sharpening teeth cut at a lip, incisors growing longer as you grumble in displeasure. The red scales continue to spread up your body but it's your arms that your focus on. They were...they were ''shrinking!?!'' NO! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE ''BIG!'' Anger comes like a flick of a switch. You brain can't process the outrage at seeing yourself shrink, arms compacting inwards into skinny little appendages even as red scales spread across the skin. But where flesh has been stolen from your wrists, more meat was piling onto your legs. Your belly bloats out, tight white scales bulging above a firm middle as your entire rear feels like it's being pumped full of molten lead. You wobble, feet ''stomping'' the ground as a grumble of displeasure turns into a <<linkreplace "bellow of defiance...">>bellow of defiance... ''"RROOOOAAAARRRR!"'' Anger only fuels the transformation. You lung forward, filling your lungs to better shout, each yell leaving your head woozy and craving a yet ''bigger'' display of your anger. Your body swells, legs bulging and flanks swelling under your lengthening tail, a huge dinosaur-like spiked appenage which shatters the rock you lash against. If there's pain you barely noticed, swelling up taller as your ram your head into the ceiling, feeling the developing horny orange crown on your scalp bulldoze through any supports in your path. The fan of white spines defines your new form as a ''Tyrantrum''. Though, opening your huge dinosaurs face to bellow with a cloud of spittle, you don't really care what they call you. As long as you're ''[[big.|post_tf_tyrantum]]'' \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

The quick claw burns in your hand. You hold it up, fighting through the pain as you watch the item begin to //glow//. The black claw simmers first grey and then a burning white, so ''bright'' that you’re forced to turn your eyes away. A squeal from the Kommo-o proves that the Pokemon is similarly blinded by the trainer’s item. You back away, glad to see the dinosaur-like Pokemon escape into the darkness. Ha! <<linkreplace "They better run!">>They better run! The surge of adrenaline leaves you woozy. With a gunt, you drop the claw, finding yourself kicking away the item before you really know why. The aggressive action, however, brings a grin to your face. You raise a fist, shaking it in the air towards the rattle of the fleeing Kommo-o temple guard. “Ha. Yeah you //ru-!?// <<linkreplace "Waaaa...!?">>Waaaa...!?" Your fist is bright blue! It’s the same hand you clasped the Quick Claw with and now it's..it's //changing!?// You stare in shock as your fingers morph before your eyes, blue scaly skin cascading down to your elbow. Panic forces your heart into your throat, drunk on the stimulation of feeling your skin hardening into thick watery-blue scales. Such //strong//, ''powerful'' scales. You can't help chortling at such a potent idea. You try to scratch away the new hide but the exact same changes are occurring to your other hand too! Long white claws //stretch// from your fingers even as you stumble back, knees trembling from the girth being added to your legs. Huh? //Whaaoooa...!// You tense at the feeling of your calves //expanding//. Taking a few tentative steps, blue scales ripple up from your knees even as your quads balloon outwards. Not with air but with buff, chunky muscle. The force of so much meat is constricting, a tense pressure that acts to intensify the mass building around your groin. You want to groan in the delight of the shafts of arousal sparking up your monstrous legs, but all that comes out is a gluteal ''roar''. You trousers tear, a heavy blue tail exploding from your waiste even as your belt snaps and flies loose. Ha! As it shouldd! ''Nothing'' can contain you! You wiggle your jaw, feeling teeth snap within your crocodilian mouth. Your stomach heaves, tightening with the swelling muscle. The sight brings a wide grin to your mouth even as you shake, loosening the tension around your newly forming muzzle. Your nose shrinks into strong slits, bloating as you draw in a deep, //satisfying// breath. The emergence of three-prong red panels is enough to confirm your new body as ''Feraligatr''. Though, you’re not sure why you’re so uncertain about the fact. What else would you be? With such huge claws, sharp teeth, and the band of creamy scales across your belly! You stamp your feet, enjoying the //surge// in energy from the Quick Claw. Ha! You feel like you could run a marathon! The cracks that propagate from around the //slap// of your crocodilian tail makes you grin. Flinging away the human clothes scattered around your feet, you lift your muzzle and taste the air. Yes, [[there must be a pond nearby...|post_tf_feraligatr]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Feraligatr", label:"", }>>You stalk through the gloom, driven by the scent of water. A couple of Kommo-o pounce from the darkness...but a roar and a swipe from your claws are enough to scare them away. The crunch of your footsteps is warning enough as you find the sacred pool hidden deep in the ruins. You are the alpha predator in these ruins. The first splash of water is euphoric as your slither into the pond. The flush of water against your scales is like the touch of liquid against a sponge. You flex, feeling the fluid begin to seep into your form. Only minutes later and the water level has dropped by over a foot, even with you diplacing a vast quaniltiy given your size. The liquid has to have gone <<linkreplace "somewhere...">>somewhere... Water, on contact with your Feraligatr form, swells your body into a mass of muscle. Bellowing in delight, your wipe the mucus of the pond away from biceps, so girthy that they're as thick as branches. You tail lashes, clenching your thighs as your //squeeze// in pleasure. Although still about six feet tall, you feel utterly //stacked//. And yet, you absorb more water; feeling your paws bloat outwards, neck bulking out with so much muscle that it becomes restricting. Yes! You were going to be //massive!// You can barely move your head to look beyond the entrance into the pool, not that you want to look any further than <<linkreplace "your own body...">>your own body... It's years later that another explorer stumbles across the Temple of the Gods. The area around the ruins remains a barren, dusty desert. It's a disconcerting anomaly, what with the surrounding rainforest. Sand lies where the trees once rested, ground desiccated of all moisture. Only when they duck through the entranceway does the new adventurer see the sleeping form before them. A large alligator lying in the reamining moisture in a two-mile radius. A blue-scaly monster lined with rows of sharp red fins, glistening like <<linkreplace "wet leather...">>wet leather... Your eyes pop open, falling to rest on the new visitor...and the water bottle hanging from their rucksack. You lick your dry lips and grin. That's the only treasure //you// need! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Tyrantum", label:"", }>>You crash through the temple ruins, each rupture of stone only further asserting how //strong// and ''powerful'' you are. The aggression fails to dampen as you duck and ''CRRRASSH'' through an archway. Each shatter of stone is confirmation of how big you are. The actions verge on Mindless destruction as your dinosaur form swells to fit the gap, size increasing to a peak of eight foot. Not the biggest Tyrantum in terms of size, but definitely in terms of aggression. <<linkreplace "RORAOROARRR">>RORAOROARR When explorers re-discover the Temple of the God's years later, they find very little of the original structure remaining. Ruins, by definition, were literally that. Yet, tt wasn't simply from age that the walls had crumbled, but the purposeful destruction under the hands of some...some giant? A new explorer stares in disbelief at the large three-toes print physically punched into the stone. <<linkreplace "What type of Pokemon could have created this...?"?>>What type of being could have created this...? The new arrival gazes up into the pearly black eyes of the eight-foot Tyrantrum. The drool drips from two rows of shining white teeth. But it's the smell that is the worst. A thick saliva scent analogous to rot, made worse when the dinosaur sucks in a <<linkreplace "deep breath...">>deep breath... ''ROOOOOOAAARRR'' <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

The longer you stare at the map, the more sense it begins to make. It's an odd feeling. A puzzle that your brain slowly figures-out piece by piece. Though, as you run a finger across the paper to identify key features, the sudden epiphany comes as a shock. Of course! You giggle, feeling proud of your cleverness. It is a map of the temple, but where you are is a very tiny part of a structure that spans space, time, and even other //dimensions!// Oh! Wow! You can't believe that you worked-out the latter. Where did all that extra intelligence come from? Hehe. Blinking slowly, you'll have to be careful you don't <<linkreplace "develop a headache...!">>develop a headache...! As soon as you even contemplate the possibility, a migraine grips you in a chokehold. UUGH! You gasp, eyes going double vision as the world blurs. You stumble to the ground, throwing out your hands. UuaaaH! Eyes closed, you expect a hard impact...but it never comes. Huh? Eyes blurry and head spinning, you stare incongruity as the speckle of grass hovering <<linkreplace "underneath you...">>underneath you... You're //floating...?// It seems stupid but you can't deny it. You neck itches, feets angling as you slowly try to reach out and....''PLONK!'' As soon as you focus on the psychic levitation, it fizzles into nothing. Ouch! You flop into the grass. Wait...grass? Head thumping with the ear-splitting headache, you have no choice but to accept the impossibilities. You seem to have been transported to some featureless grassy island. It's volcanic, you mind informs, but you can't think how you know that. ''Cinnabar Island'' shield volcano precipice overdue eruption, endemic species of Fletchlings with different beak adaptio...no! ''STOP!'' You grip your head between your paws. How do you know all this? Why are you so clever!? The information-overload is disarming but slowly you- Wait... <<linkreplace "//Paws!?//">>//Paws!?// You stare at your hands as they morph. You digits swelling and appearing to //seethe//, forming effeminate fingers recognisable for an instant before a wave of pink fur rushes across your palms. You squeak, fumbling in the grass on your knees. The motion becomes frantic, quivering at the sensation of your spine contracting. For a moment, nothing...until //streeeeetch//. You rock forward and then back, groans coming out hot and high pitched as any thought is momentarily dulled by the sexual ecstasy tumbling down your spine. Even all your new intelligence can't compete with such blatant arousal. You itch and shake, pink fur cascading down your shoulders to smother the start of a long prehensile tail //squeeeeeezing// out from your tailbone. But the longer the transformation goes on, the more sense it begins to make. Especially considering the explosion of giddy temptation demanding you rub at your nipples. Hehe! It was making you better. Yes, of course! The pink fur and feminine edge to your narrowing shoulders was proof of your perfection. You were becoming a ''Mew'', the only creature that was deserving of so much //intelligence// engulfing your brain. Thus, it's with a sexually corrupted logic that you stripped off your top and unbuckled your trousers, ensuring you have a complete view of the changes //perfecting// your figure. This was the ultimate form to take. Godlike...or more akin to a goddess if the fat being added to your flanks is <<linkreplace "anything to go by...">>anything to go by... You know what's happening to your body before it happens. With the DNA of every Pokemon being added to every cell in your body, you can sense the flip in chromosomes like a physical //switch//. Y becomes X and the symmetry leaves you panting, idling teasing the expansion of your breasts with a natural impatience. Fuck! You're so //horny!// With your body completely covered in a thick pelt of fluffy pink fur, you already know how adorable you look. Cute triangular ears perk above a round feline face, your blue eyes wide and so cute! Hehe! You touch at your short snout, tail weaving in delight as you feel the internal changes which prove to be the <<linkreplace "most satisfying of all...!">>most satisfying of all...! You can't resist getting technical about the transformation as you feel your balls clench, testes adapting into ovaries as they //squelch// up inside your taint, leaving it bare. Well. Except for your shrinking penis. Giggling, you toy with the pathetic pink shaft as if shrivels to something as thin as a finger. And so //sensitive!// Your hips clench as you hump your fat ass into the ground. The pulse of arousal creates a slight dribble of precum but your cock's cute attempt at resistance hopelessly fails. Instead, your new clit quivers above the deepening gash of vulva. //Oooaah!// You squeal, tail flicking left and right in glee at the mass of nerve endings coating your sensitive slit. With a paw, you tentatively press and then //grind//, exploring the hood of your pussy. Your sex continues to expand into something puffy and hairless. A wide spade that splits your thighs apart, belly clenching at the interior space gouged-out to create a cervix and uterus. The void consumes your awareness like a hole missing a peg. A needy crevasse so //deep// that your frantic grinding lifts against the ground, panting in appreciation of the new anatomy. You chest wobbles with the motion. Flesh is being reshaped around your elegant form to fill your bust, ballooning out your jugs with a sensation akin to liquid //filling// your mammaries. You giggle, lifting your paws away from your dribbling vagina to caress the base of your expanding titties. The mixture of pink fur, adorably girly features, and the animalistic heat instilled into your divine form is the perfect blend of elegance, pleasure, and corruption. You show the necessary restraint to withhold from groaning. Though, the muffled grunts turn into a low //purrrrr// as your wiggle your toebeans, enjoying the comfort of your feline body. Yes! You were so much better like this! Rubbing at your nipples, you giggle as you stare down at the fuzzy cleavage between the grape-fruit sized members. No, they might not be huge, but the perky protrusions made up for what they lacked in size with //sensitivity//. And, with your waist sucking in and you hips flaring out into girly flanks, the curves of your hourglass figure acts to emphasis how //adorably// cute your bosom really is! Even before you begin a more detailed exploration of your perfectly reconfigured form, you've predicted all of the potential infinite endings. The logical outcomes all result in the same experimentation. The same peak and squirt that your body so //desperately// needs. Even with all this intelligence, there's no denying the primal, if embarrassing, lusts that you crave to fulfil. Thus, it's without further ado that you begin to [[tease your new form into climax.|sex_mew]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Upon the first review, you might think that a female body automatically assumes that you need a male to mate with. But, given that you hold the entirety of the world's DNA in your form, the mere concept of sex seems ridiculous. ''Disgusting'' even, given how //perfect// your pink feline body is. No! You organs have reverted to their primary function. Your tits, thighs, fat ass, and dripping pussy all fill the original purpose they were //designed// for. <<linkreplace "Pleasure.">>Pleasure. The mere concept of having a greasy male dick penetrate your engorged spade is dirtying. You don't want to blemish perfection. You are too //adorable// to be used in such a way! And of course, there are so many other methods to reach the pinnacle of pleasure you hot, feline pink body desires. As one of the most powerful psychics in existence, you show no difficulty in teleporting all the necessary tools within reach of your girly paws. "Ohh yes!" You giggle, settling into the grass with a mischievous grin. With your extreme IQ evolves the understanding of how to give you small, divine body the precise amount of stimulation to climax. Arousal, however, is one thing you forget to include in such a plan. Thus, the originaly methodological and controlled motions used to explore your body quickly decend into a hormonal, girly, cumfest. Your weak grip on self-control dissolves into an <<linkreplace "animalistic frenzy for release...">>animalistic frenzy for release... "MmmmmmmmeeeeeeewwwwWW~!" You pant, rocking forward on your hands and knees. Wow. That's //intense!//. You shuffle your pink fluffy thighs wider. Your naked body is already covered in a sheen of sweat as you indecently lift a hand to grasp at the blocky handle of the ''anal beads''. The toy consists of a string girly love hearts which act as little barbs, ensuring you can thrust the intrusion between your hips without them slipping back out. "Mmee MMMmmuu MMMM~!" The little squeaks of pleasure match the intrusion of each bead as you rock forward, presenting your long feline tail. Each bead is bigger than the last as you feel plastic //bulge// your pucker, asscheeks spread by the fist-sized spheres you're so intent on forcing up your tailhole. ''"MMMUUU!!!"'' You squeal when the bead finally pops in. You're left panting, eyes half-closed. The fullness of your ass, however, only seems to amplify the //emptiness// present in your <<linkreplace "drooling pussy...">>drooling pussy... The ''vaginal vibrator'' you use almost looks like a plug. The pink silicon takes a few attempts until it //shlicks// into place. //MMUUU~!!!// you squeal and thrash, knotting your pussy with the silicon. The intrusion hugs your vulva, sealing away your sex with a deeply sensual buzz. You float on the waves of arousal, short pink ears deaf to your own howls and moans. Butt filled and pussy shuddering with the vibrations of the toy, your arms feel like jelly as you grab the last vibrator. It's typical to use a ''wand'' as a tool for exploring your loins. But, with your hips are already shuddering, it seems unnecessary. Femcum remains corked in your pussy as you whip your tail, reaching up to wedge the buzzing plastic shaft between the fluffy cleavage of your bosom. Heart beating furiously, you hold your breath and <<linkreplace "flick the switch...">>flick the switch... "Mmuuuu~!" Pleasure swells your form to //bursting//. You shudder, breasts bouncing as you stumble back onto your paws, your whole body alight with the electrical hum //teasing// your tits. Your pussy feels numb, the only sensation being the blistering heat gently pushing up through your vagina and teasing at the walls of your cervix. You tail curls and uncurls. Each gyration of your hips sucks on the bead knotting your asshole, pullcord disappearing between your pink cheeks. As a psychic Pokemon, you could have floated in the air, experiencing sex in zero-gravity. Or you might have teased yourself with tentacles of a hundred hands; all playing with your skin and touching your milky breasts. But instead, there's an animalistic delight in flopping onto your back, squealing as the beads get lodged inside your hips. Revelling in your animalistic lust for release feels more dangerous than dirty, tongue lolling out of your mouth. Ahhh! You tilt your head back, unaware if your forethought towards orgasm had helped...and uncaring about anything but a sexual white noise. "Mmeeeeeww MMMmmuu MMMMWW~!" With the vibrators on full power even after the first orgasm, you hang in sexual ecstasy. A second orgasm comes and then a //third//. Your pink body is coated in sweat and spittle as you lick your digits, rubbing the moisture around your boobs with a crazed urgency. After so many climaxes there's enough watery femcum bottled up inside your womb that your vaginal vibrator slips out, bringing with it a gush of fluids that floods your loins. Cum only intensifies the experience. Head tilted back, you're almost tempted to stop there. But then your paw falls across the classic rabbit-eared vibrator...[[and the cycle begins all over again...|post_tf_mew]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Mew", label:"", }>>You accept your new place in the Hall of Origin with ease. It's only logical, especially given you can barely remember your past life. Bleh! The thought of being a human leaves you feeling unclean. And you don't want anything dirtying the purity of your intelligent, godly form. Technically, human DNA rests inside of you, but so does the genetic code of every animal. Hmm. Maybe you should scramble all the pesky two-leg's into hot chicks and then see how much better the world would be! As one of the oldest and most powerful of the legendary's, you are accepted into the throng of legendary's with mixed feelings. The cold, calculating demeanour you exhibit is unusual within the brothel which Arceus rules over. Ha! What good is it protecting the creatures of the world when you refuse to get dicked-down and join in the orgy? <<linkreplace "Or so they say...">>Or so they say... Those that actually manage to persuade you into sex are often taken aback by your expertise in the bedroom. Not that you actually get involved with their tainted bondage. Or, at least not //sexually//. Spending an hour with your collection of rather intimate toys is enough to tease any over-inquisitive legendary into a mindless, tortuous pleasure. Logically, you know you have a background in exploration. But here, with your silicon wand vibrating around the swollen vagina of Arceus herself, you decide there's nothing better than //exploring// the limits of how long the God of Creation could hold out before she cums...! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>>

The sound, akin to a jet plane hovering over your head, suddenly stops. The cutting silence left behind is just as loud. Your ears ring when you remove your hands. You open your eyes to find a cloud of dust hanging in the courtyard. What just happened? You cough, clearing your lungs. Dust causes tears to stream down your face and you can barely make out the figure that <<linkreplace "approaches through the dust...">>approaches through the haze... Another explorer? At first, the shapes look all wrong, with the silhouette appearing too tall to be another person. And that's ignoring the wing-like protrusions and...uhh, //blue// colouration? The hell? You stumble back, wiping at your eyes in disbelief. Your foot kicks the now discarded flute across the ground. You barely notice, gawking at the Pokemon before you. Only it's a Pokemon, kinda? No. ''Fuck!'' A //legendary Pokemon!?// You recognise the tight blue hide and short azure wings of the male as they jog over, semi-erect dick flopping left and right. Fuck, they were naked too? ''Latios'', the dragon legendary, seems very worried about something. And, the closer he gets, the more quickly it becomes clear <<linkreplace "that concern is //you...//">>that concern it //you...// "What's the matter." The male's tone is shrill, red eyes glancing around the duststorm they created. His voice, however, trails-off when he sees you up close. "Wha...? Oh. I wasn't expecting-" The anthro Latios snaps his white jaw shut. You can only gawk, unable to create anything but a little //squeak//. There's no denying that the legendary is the flying Eon Pokemon, but the literature never suggested the blue Latios would have been this //sexualised.// The god is lithe and a tad skinny, though (with a blush) your admit it works on his sleek blue and white body. An almost rubbery hide outlines a tight chest and sixpack. At nearly eight-foot, the dragon's towers over your, white ears pulling back in concern. "Are you ok? You're n-not mute are you?" You shake your head, trying not to stare at the god. T-They're real! It seems impossible but with one standing in front of you, it's impossible to deny. Even if they //are// completely in the nude. Latios clasps his white hands behind a stubby tail and in doing so, gives you a full display of a thick blue humanoid penis hanging before a disproportionality large ballsack. You can't help but gape. Apple sized testes bash between muscular thighs as the god gently places a hand on your shoulder. "Aww. It's alright! I'm here and now..." The male pauses, red eyes growing adorably wide. "Oh! You're not //hurt!// I though you-uh...used the..." You tilt your head, nose filled with the aroma of something dense and cloying. Like aftershave but much less artificial. More...pleasurable. Wwwaaa!? Your knees grow weak, body numb ever as the male lunges to catch you. Wha-! Uhhh? You feel small in his hands, sweat dotting your feverish skin. You're not hurt? What was the god on about when uhhhh...why did your feel all tingly? Ffffuuck...! "How did you know how to play that song! You're so..so..so silly!" Latios tries to scold you but can't. He shakes his head, tutting instead. "You played a song on the flute that grants healing and with me nearby it's...uh, well. It's a little hard to explain. " "I d-don't understaaaaooowWW!" Tears dot your eyes from a sudden, sharp pain that bursts between your shoulder blades. You head feels woozy, eyes tuning in and out of focus. The anthro legendary hugs you tight, whispering something soothing in your ear. Not that you recognise the vowels over the painful ''crack'' of your bones. Uaaah! That //hurts!// The back of your shirt ''rips'' open to reveal twin red protrusions that flutter and //stretch// outwards into wings. You shudder, <<linkreplace "unprepared for the growing pains involved with your transformation...">>unprepared for the growing pains involved with the transformation... "Oouh!" You squeak at the sudden tension in your loins. Instinctively, your body tenses and bucks, knocking your thighs straight into deity before you. Blushing at the motion, you struggle to control the motion as you hump again. //Uuuuah~!// Your dick feels numb from the pleasure. Giddy, you fumble for the button of your trousers but it refuses to come loose. Your pants remain far too tight, biting into your hips. WwwwaAa! Soon, the strain becomes overpowering. ''CRrrrrRIRRIIIPPPPP!'' Your underwear tears apart when your hips ''explode'' through your trousers. "What's h-h-happening to me?" Stuttering, you clench your widening flanks, feeling your butt jiggle as flesh shifts from your belly to your thighs. It's an odd sucking motion that makes the new red wings adorning your back quiver. "Hey, it's okay!" Latios tries to comfort, pulling you against him in a soft hug. Little does he know that your cries are born from pleasure rather than pain. "It'll be over soon...I promise." Your eyes remain tightly shut, face pressed into the muscular chest of the man before you. Uuuhh...! You breathe-in his scent like an addict, gasping at the potent aroma that leaves your nethers //burning.//. Dropping a hand and your fumble for your dick...hand scratching at the spot but only meeting air. //Wwaaa!?// Moaning, you slam into the man's chest, clenched fist thumping straight into the <<linkreplace "new anatomy endowing your nethers...">>new anatomy endowing your nethers... You pussy //quivers// at the knuckle rub around your folds. Pain lingers from the internal rearrangement currently going on inside your chest. It's not clear how much of your moaning is from the pain...and how much is from the all-consuming arousal centring on your nipples. "H-h-hot!" You mouth, tongue heavy and unwieldy. "Hang on tight." The blue dragon responds, hands working around the red wings shuddering from your back, feeling the thickening hide blossom red under his gentle fingers. You quiver under his //touch.// "Hhuhhhhh!" Hair drops away from your skin. A few clumps fall away from your nethers, leaving your swollen red pussy naked under the kiss of the cold air. The hair loss spreads with a hot flush, skin darkening. You pump your groin, clinging to the man as your legs tremble. With your eyes barely open, you don't see how your skin thickens into a crimson hide across your chest and down your fattening thighs. Staggering, you flanks practically wobble under the growing extension of your tailbone. "Haaahh HHhuhhhh~!!" You yelp, feeling the short tail flag above your tender rump. The stumpy protrusion emphasises the expansions of your buttcheeks. There's so much junk in the trunk that your girly ass expands from groupable into //male-crushing pillows// within minutes, giving time for your legs to slim into heavily effeminate curves. "Nnoo! //Please!"// You beg, voice cracking into a shrill, //girly// shriek. The cry is as much in response to the feminisation of your form to the agony of the <<linkreplace "sexual lust imprisoning your clenched pussy...">>sexual lust imprisoning your clenched pussy... "Aww you're going to be beautiful! See, it's not so bad." Latias giggles, lovingly rubbing at the white hide spreading across your scalp. You feel your ears flick back, blinking in shock. You're eyes line with the male's blocky chin. Had he shrunk...? Oh No! You shuffle back in fright. You'd //grown// and..and you had t-tits? ''FFFfffuck!?'' You're forced to crane you neck to see over the huge mounds. The colouration of your body is a perfect mimic of the male before you. Red where he is blue, fat where he is thin...//girly// where the god is masculine. Tears dot your eyes at the realisation. ''Latias'', that's what you've become. And a female because of it. You voice echoes with a girly warble as you realise how eagerly you have your fingers pressed into your vulva. What, //no!// "It's okay...it's going to be alright. You're like me now." You pout, head spinning with uncertainties...though they soon disappear when you stare into the male's deep red eyes. There's no hardness there, no mocking either as he grips his arms around you, holding you close. You flush, heart skipping a beat at the affectionate embrace. His musky scent leaves no room for doubt. "What happened?" You mumble, head rattling with a hundred new sensations and unable to understand any of them. "I..." "Playing the flute transforms you." Latias explains, "I know you didn't mean this and it's all a bit much but...believe me. You'll get used to it. You might even enjoy it!" "I...might?" Your thoughts slow as you attempt to reconcile the words through the arousal infatuating your mind with all the methods with which to satisfy your needy slit. "Oh, of course, you will, silly! You're so strong and beautiful that I have no doubts about it." The male pulls you in tightly. Musk, sleek fur, and a homely scent pauses all your concerns. You giggle, a little surprised at how high-pitched the feminine chortle sounds. Not to mension the bounce of your breasts from the laugh. Or, at least, until Latias squishes you against his chest. "It could have been much worse, right cutie?" "Cutie?" You unintentionally pout. "Aww of course! You're adorable!" The male's words settle like a fog over your mind. Cute? Adorable? The more you try to deny it...<<linkreplace "the more sense it makes...">>the more sense it makes... "You're pretty cute as well." You reply shyly, feeling you wings beat a little. Fluttering like your heart. "Heh, //handsome."// You add with a giggle, unable to deny how beautiful the masculine chin and tense pectorals of the lithe man really are. "How about fuckable?" Laitos askes, [[sticking out his tongue at the tease.|sex_latias]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Latios chuckles, voice light as he pulls you into a snuggle. "It's like we're made for each other!" He laughs. Both the words and the male's cheeky grin bring a strange heat to your chest. You shudder, unsure of your melon-sized bust, but appreciating how //good// it feels to press yourself into the lithe male. To //feel// your tough hide rub against his nipples, his hands rest on your ass as Latios leans forwards and nuzzles your chin up onto his shoulder. A few inches extra height makes all the difference as the male pokes out his tongue and gives you a mischievous <<linkreplace "lick on the cheek...">>lick on the cheek... "Hey!" You giggle, your red wings quivering with glee at the affection behind his snuggle. Latios is so warm! His narrow hips press against you, his dick //rubbing// against your loins. The male' arms drift up to surround your middle. The two of your sway, eyes focused on each other. You minds are lost in the pheromones from each other's body. The deep masculinity of the blue dragon is addictive. You sigh, nuzzling into his neck. "Have I said how adorable you look?" The male hums. "Yes. But I want you to say it again." You sway your hips, feeling a rush at the rub Latios' erect dick massaging your thighs. You clench a little, feeling the man squirm and his puppyish lovemaking grow a little bolder. "How about <<linkreplace "I say it like this..?">>I say it like this..?" The peck on your cheek makes time stop. Lungs trapping air, you squirm at the cute affection, wrapping your arms around the male's shoulders. "Yeah." You whisper, breath rattling out between bee-stung red lips in a seductive hiss. You blink, a coy smile saturating your girly cheeks. Your ears tilt back. "I think you need to be a little more convincing." The transformation has left you both two halves of a whole. You //know// you've become the centre of his world. You can see it in the anthro's red eyes. His lips tremble, leaving your heart fluttering at the slight hesitation. Breast hot, nipples //burning//, your fingers tense and then splay across his back. His hide is rubbery under the tips of your digits as you lean onto tip-toes, feeling his wagging tail match the rhythm of your own. It's these cues, along with a hundred other adjustments to your bodies, that evolves into a stark confirmation. There's no strict moment when everything seems to peel away to reveal the ultimate truth, It just happens when <<linkreplace "your lips touch his...">>your lips touch his... Like an electric connection, all barriers break down as the passionate kiss envelops you. Hands tangled around each other, chests pressed together, you tilt your muzzles to the side and //devour// each other. You suckle on his lips, working your tongues into each other's mouths to taste your lovemaking like a drug. Oxygen deprivation leaves your mind spinning. You pull apart from necessity, breath shuddering as you pant. Latios' eyes remain fixed on your smile. He runs his hands up your sides, smushing at your breasts before as last settling his palms on your shoulders. "Convinced?" "Y-yeah." You curl into his chest, saliva moist on your lips. Pressed into him like this and you feel so small...so //loved.// "I've never had anyone in my life like you." It's with a cheeky smile you reach out with your tongue and lap at his exposed, white nipple. "Show me." Latios shudders. You barely pause before you kiss his left nipple, and then his right. The motion is smeared into one, your lips sucking at his blue and white hide. You feel the ridge of his muzzles as you trail down his chest, leaving little lovebites in your wake. The male squirms, his hands settling behind your head. Gently, he guides your lovemaking towards the <<linkreplace "most obvious destination...">>most obvious destination... You kiss at his navel, hands wrapping around his loins to feel the shudders of the male. He's so ready, so eager...so //hard// given how erect his member is. Unlike his small dick, there's so much ballsack that your struggle to teabag the male, resorting instead to smooching his smooth nuts. You leave a snail trail of saliva in your wake. The blowjob kinda just <<linkreplace "//happens.//">>//happens.// It starts slow and gentle. You wrap your tongue around his shaft, kissing the head and sides, working your bee-stung lips in long motions as if using your white muzzle to wank his dong. His cute huffs and your eagerness to please descends into a passionate oral session. Nothing is commanding about his hand on your forehead, even as he rolls his head back and bucks, thrusting his dick within your slobbery muzzle during <<linkreplace "peak of his climax...">>peak of his climax... "F-fuck~! That was good." The male lifts you upwards, cum still forming long strands of drool from your lips. Not that he minds. Blue skin flushed, he pulls you into a hug. It doesn't take a moment before his hands slide down to cup your rounded ass. "You're beautiful." He whispers, giving your womanly flanks a little squeeze. "I love you Latias." The male continues, resting his chin on top of your head. His eyes drift closed, nostrils flaring to suck in the scent of your pheromones like a comfort drug. "I love you, I love everything about you. I want to be with you." The only answer he needs is another kiss. This time more delicate as you reach up to peck at his right cheek and then his left. [["I love you too Latios."|post_tf_latias]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"true", pokemon:"Latias", label:"", }>>Together, you and Latios become the first power-couple within the Hall of origin. You're rarely seen apart, if ever. Constantly hand in hand (if not //dick in mouth//). And, unlike the polygamous deities that run riot through the legendaries, you remain committed to one another. Lost in the skies as much as each other's hearts. As the Eon duo, you're as devoted to your responsibilities protecting humanity as you are to each other. Well, as least you //claim// such a feat. In truth, most of your days are spent in each other's arms, tickling the other into submission to decide who eats-out who. The taste of the male trumps any food, the smell of his musky scent the most potent and arousing aroma to speckle your dainty nose. You can't even comprehend how much <<linkreplace "you love his companionship...">>you love his companionship... You lose track of time. It might have been months, years, or even //centuries// before your mind drifts back to life //before//. The recollections are shady and oddly empty. You struggle to remember what existance was like without the giggly blue dragon constantly pressed against your side. "What's the sad face for?" Latios tilts his head, licking at your cheek tenderly. "It's not sad." You turn your frown into a grin...and then a chortle when the blue dragon begins creating a new collection of love bites on your neck. "I was struggling to think what life would be like without you." <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>>

Normally, you'd dig a cereal bar out of your bag and nibble whilst continuing to explore the ruins. However, the delicious Rindo Berry tempts you with its fresh scent. Free food, right? The green peapod-like fruit is eaten whole. So, after a quick wipe on your shirt, you pop one into your mouth and continue on your journey, happily munching on the Rindo Berry without much thought. Stomach filled, you continue on your adventure, completely <<linkreplace "unaware of what effect the fruit begins to have on your system.">>unaware of what effect the fruit begins to have on your system. The first thing your notice is your sluggish pace. After the burst of sugar, you were expecting to be jogging through the ruins...but all you want to do is drag your feet. You bury your hands into your pockets, oddly soothed by the feeling of your arms //pressed// against your torso. It was so much more //comfortable// like thissss. Huh? You try to speak and...and //oooh~!?// Your mouth drops open. The scent of something in the air arouses your interest, but it's with your //tongue// that you detect the signal. You push the forked muscle out between your dry lips. The scatch of claws catches at your ears. They twitch, appearing to //stretch// upwards into pointed yellow lobes that work so much better for detecting your prey. You twist your neck left then right, sighing in content at the scratch of creamy //scales// covering your chin. Panting, you stumble towards a nearby ledge and fall into the seat, mind befuddled first by the alien ssssensations down your lengthening spine... And then by a <<linkreplace "Rattata that scurries past...">>Rattata that scurries past... You drop onto your belly in an instant. Your tongue dabs at the air, brain alight with the //all-consuming// need to ''kill.'' Yes! The primal need for prey overwrites all previous thought. Catch. //Consume.// At first, the slithering motion is clumsy as your legs kick...but the longer you try, the easier it becomes. With a hot rush of adrenaline, your arms cling to your sides, bones //dissolving// as the ssssscaly flesh morphs into your middle. Hehe! //Perfect!// Legs merging together, spine //stretching// outwards, your body becomes a tube of raw muscle in desperate need of the sustenance that <<linkreplace "scurries before your nose...">>scurries before your nose! So close and...yes! Faster! ''SNAP'' You open your jaws, baring your fangs and ''strike''. Your natural speed is far too quick to be a conscious process. There's no logic in your serpentine body. Only anger and instinct for fresh meat as your jaws lock closed around the pitiful creature. Your ''prey''. The Pokemon squeals, yet its body is already filled with the thick venom from your fangs. A few seconds of struggling and the rat's heart gives out. So weak. So //deserving// to be eaten. Yessssss! <<linkreplace "The perfect treat...!">>The perfect treat...! You curl around the now deceased Pokemon, enjoying the slide of scales upon sssscales. The cream colouration on verdant green is practicaly divine! Royal even! Camouflaged to make you invisible until the moment your stiked! It marks you as a deadly ''Serperior''. It's with glee that you constrict your prey, unhinging your jaw in preparation for swallowing the rodent //[[whole...|post_tf_serperior]]// \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Serperior", label:"", }>>You //bask// in the sunshine. Ahh yessssss, this is the life! Having woven yourself around the temple stones and supports, you enjoy the delicious feeling of the sun on your green scales. Tongue zipping in and out of your mouth, you taste sweet //satisfaction// on the air. You are the mistress of this temple. Your belly is still bloated by the rodent slowly working through your long, //elegant//, snake's body. The digestion is slow and leaves you sluggish. A warm, relaxing contentment born from being a top predator. Like any proper reptile, you enjoy the warm feeling of being full. It lasts for days as your Serperior...and frankly //superior// body digests all the nutrients from the pathetic animal. After passing the remaining fluff and bones out of your ssssssystem, your mind returns to the <<linkreplace "thought of food...">> thought of food... This time, you have bigger prey to catch! You eye the arriving explorers with contempt. Humans are such //useless// things. Ha! All those arms and legs to distract them! And such weak flesh, at least compared to your glossy sssssscales! Still, you can't deny there's a lot of meat on their bones. Hovering in the shadows, you lie like a predator in wait. Invisible from the contrast of royal green scales in the darkness. Your fangs already drip venom with the excitement for your next meal, you <<linkreplace "slither into position...">>slither into position... You wait for the pathetic human to become distracted. Such foolish animals! So //pathetic!// He's found some worthless shiny object and is almost dancing in glee. Well, until you whip your tail around his legs. Within in moments, you've wrapped yourself around the pesky creature. Scales rub against ssssscales as you constrict your muscular body around the human tighter and //tighter//. Hissing with glee, you lift your head to place yourself eye-to-eye with your next meal. //Awwww// look at them quiver and fight! They thought they could get away! "Hello darling!" you giggle. "You're going to make such a nice ssssnack!" <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

The ice feels cold. Ok, that was a stupid thing to say. You'd //expect// ice to feel cold. However, it also feels weirdly static. Fuzzy and somehow //soothing//. Like a strange spa treatment that leaves you cool and relaxed. Your thoughts naturally slow as a stupid smile crosses your face. Oh! That seems nice! You feel kinda cold and...chill? Hehe! Yeah. Like really calm and...oh that feels <<linkreplace "//weird...//">>//weird...// You watch dumbly as the ice slips from your fingers, leaving a dark blue sheen in its wake. Not like a fluid or anything. Kinda like your skin had turned blue. How //silly// was that! Not cold but uh...kinda scaley. Frosty! You laugh slowly, enjoying how each chuckle seems to echo for longer and //longer// within your throat. Was your neck growing longer? Or were your feet getting further away? You don't really care as you settle down, wiggling at the wash of relaxation that leaves your thoughts utterly blank. Hehe! You feel so //stupid!// You wiggle, content with the emptiness of such tranquil thoughts. Why bother thinking when...well, why //bother?// And...oh hehe! <<linkreplace "What was happening to your tail?">>What was happening to your tail? Your mouth drops open in a little 'O'. It's cute on your vacant face, eyes growing big and wide on your small head. You barely notice your ears disappear, nose stretching out into a dinosaur-like muzzle. With such numb thoughts, you can barely comprehend the mass being added to your long neck and bulging belly. Pale blue scales shimmer across your stomach as it bloats outwards. You sprawl backwards onto your tail and...and oh! Your tail. Hehe! //That's// what you were worried about. Was it supposed to be that long? You give it a little whip, expressionless eyes blinking slowly. Oh! Of course it was! You're an ''Aurorus'' silly! A big beautiful Aurorus...and such a big //girl// too! Look at your hips inflating! Beautiful. Bootiful! Butt! You giggle brainlessly at the stupid wordplay, completely unaware of the <<linkreplace "finishing stages of the transformation morphing your body...">>finishing stages of the transformation morphing your body... Your shake and shudder when huge yellow neck-fins begin to sprout from your long neck. Oooh that feels //nice!// Hehe! It's with a decidedly slow motion that you clamber onto all four of your feet. Covered in icy blue scales, a six-sided design of snowflakes mark your neck and sides; tail flicking as you study yourself. Smiling dumbly, your little glance turns into a blank stare. Oh. Silly you! But it's //hard// to look away when you're this //beautiful//. Snorting at such basic humour, you relax your big-boned frame with a sigh. No worries, no thoughts even! Awww, you are so //basic!// [[This is the life!|post_tf_aurorus]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Aurorus", label:"", }>>What were you doing here again? You blink, shyly studying you big sauropod feet, tail wagging slowly. It takes a few minutes for the thoughts to register. Haha, you are so //slow!// Shaking your head, neck-fans glistening with moisture, you return your attention to the pool. Uh...<<linkreplace "what are you doing here again?">>what are you doing here again? You giggle at your absentmindedness. Stamping your feet, you shiver in delight at how cold your body feels. Ice is already crystalising across your deep blue hide, tail tinkling with icicles. Oh! That was such a nice sound. Slowly, you do it again, grinning. Airheaded was one-way of describing you, but you lacked the brains for such a long word. Hehe, you were...uh...having a bath in the pool. Right? Or...exploring it! Yes! <<linkreplace "You were an explorer!">>you were an explorer! A few seconds later and you've forgotten what an explorer even is. Yawning, you refuse to bother yourself with such silly worries. What else mattered but the joy of being cold, icy and uhh...yeah. //That?// It was so nice! Hehe! Who needs brains when you were as //big// and beautiful as you were! <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

At first, you think nothing of the bite. Sure, it stings...but it's just a bug bite right? However, even after a few minutes, you fear that the sting is worse than you feared. Your skin //crawls//. Your face flushes, body sweating with a hot and cold fever simultaneously. Shivering even in the heat, you drop your bag and scramble for some sort of medical kit. But you haven't prepared any antidotes. Shit! You're burning up. Your hands have gone red and...and kind of //scaly?// The fuck!? You flinch, staring blankly at the almost platey like growths un-slotting from your arms. You shoulders grow weak. Whaa...w-why did that <<linkreplace "feel so //goood!?//">>feel so //goood!?// Your mind spins, head woozy on the mixture of pain and pleasure surmounting your body. You stumble back, feeling your legs ''crack'' and ''splinter''. However, any pain is nulled by the intoxicating heat of your fever, evolving into a demanding sexual //arousal//. You yelp as you flop onto your belly, hands outstretched to save you...only they're //not hands// anymore! You groan, whimpers growing into horny bellows as your chest expands, thickening into a dark black hide. You know that was no ordinary bug bite. Eyes falling half-closed, you can only shiver through the <<linkreplace "paralysis...">>paralysis... Your feel your bones twist and then dissolve completely, Turning you into a bag of flesh slowly congealing within a hardening exoskeleton of red chitin plates. Shaking your head, you try to make sense of the overpowering mash of senses. Slowly, Your body mutates into the classic red, bug-like form of a ''Scolipede''. The sensations are foreign, confusing, and deeply arousing. Purple-striped feeler's waving, short insectoid tail physically pumping, your thoughts naturally distil towards their <<linkreplace "necessary base function...">>necessary base function... Lead. Protect. Defend. Breed. The latter seems to the most obvious. Stirring, your push out your limbs and stumble onto all four feet. The motion is difficult, given your bloated black stomach. It nestles like a huge balloon from your rotund neck, swelling under your red armor plates, and merges with your flat red tail. The latter is delightful arousing as it sucks and pumps...squelching an insectoid vaginal tract laid with the masses of tiny eggs bloating your form. You feel a cold rage fill your form, eyes narrowing on the temple around you. Where were your subjects? Where was your ''nest?'' They should have prepared //everything// for you...especially seems you were so close to laying! You lift your neck, belly scraping the ground as you suck in a breath and ''roar''. [[You new hive is quick to respond.|post_tf_scolipede]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Scolipede", label:"", }>>The first few Venipede to come scuttling over are quick to heed your demands. Ha! //As they should.// You were their leader, their superior....their ''queen''. Hmmm. The ruins around you will make a suitable place for a nest. And, given the hundreds of tiny insectoid eggs bloating your stomach into a tight balloon, perhaps a <<linkreplace "hive too...">>hive too... It's only a few hours until you feel the first eggs poking from your tract. You tail squeezes, hips clenching as you prepare yourself for what will be hours of hot, steamy egg-laying. Your cries of pain soon turn into ones of ecstasy as your insectoid sex is ripped open...allowing hundreds of fist-sized eggs to //squeeze// through. The constant squelch, squeeze, and rub of the sticky eggsacks is so arousing that you orgasm, using the sexual juices of your repeated climaxes to lubricate the first clutch of your hive...your family, and your <<linkreplace "empire...">>empire... When more explorers arrive at The Temple of the God's years later, they find the ruins almost impassable. Huge webs turn the corridors into a maze of fuzzy tunnels crawling with //thousands// of tiny Venipede. They work like ants, defending their nest from any intruders. And, when there are no threats, they collect food to bring back for their queen. You rest in the middle of it all; fat on years of being spoilt with more food than you can digest. Your stomach is stretched and permanently bloated by a stream of eggs that constantly //squeeze// out of your scaled body. As the queen of the hive, you provide all the necessary workers to self perpetuate your euphoric sexual bliss. The ruins have become your home and now your hive. What better purpose is there? <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

You sniff tentatively at the incense, unsure why such a potent smell has aroused your curiosity. It's thick, earthy and...<<linkreplace "aaanaarHHHCccHHWOOO!">>aaanaarHHHCccHHWOOO! The biggest sneeze of your life rips through your nose. There so much force that it rattles your teeth, head spinning as you shiver at the resultant pins and needles across your lips. Uugh, okay. You rub at your face, a little worried at how numb your cheeks feel. Still, the aroma lingers. Your nose feels //damp// as you draw in a breath. But for now...all you can smell is something deep and almost musky and...and //fffuck!// You wince at a blinding pain in your chin. <<linkreplace "What was happening to your face!?">>What was happening to your face!? You yelp, trying to breathe but struggling to work your jaw bone. Cartilage stretches and //pulls// outwards, dragging your nose into long, //slender// snout. But it's your tongue which feels weird. Long and //s-slobbery?// You're unable to keep it contained as it lolls out of your growing snout, even as the numb feeling of the transformation spreads to your ears. Your hands are there in an instant to feel the sprout of brown and black fluff over your expanding dog ears. "No no no!" You fumble, straining your hands as if trying to force your now triangular wolf ears //back in//. The motion becomes more difficult the longer you try, fingers poofing outwards into clumsy clawed digits. "Shhhit! NO!" You pleas become grunts and then //growls// as your muzzle finishes its growth. Brown pelt is already spreading across your chops and down your shoulders. Fur poofs out under your shirt as you fumble, staring as all dexterity is stripped from your hands. Though, given the four-toes and morphing of your thumb into a useless dewclaw, they're more like //paws// now. You barely have enough time to stare before, with a loud ''CRACK'', your <<linkreplace "back legs suddenly give way...">>back legs suddenly give way... "Arrff!" You yelp when you muzzle bashes the ground. Wriggling, you try to push yourself up onto your knees. The motion no longer seems possible as your legs grind, spine //stretching// as you try and fail to control your manic heartbeat. "Rrrrnooo!" The sprouting of brown fur across your body is just the start. Tears staining your eyes, heading spinning with the terrifying transformation, you can only whimper when the loud ''RRRRRIIIPPP'' of your underwear announces the growth spurt of your white canine tail. Your nose erupts with the stench of fur and sweat emanating off your body, loins sweltering with growing arousal! No! You had to focus! And...and uuuhh that felt <<linkreplace "//soooo// good...!">>//soooo// good...! You quiver and shake, unable to recognise your form through the mind-numbing pleasure of the plumping rearrangements happening around your pelvis. As a ''Midday Lycanroc'', all you can do is //howl// as you dick sucks inwards, dripping with now useless precum. Your hips shudder and expand, making room not only for the new dainty spade nestled between the fur of your loins...but six multi-breasted rows of female tits //saturating// your stomach with dank arousal. The worse thing, however, <<linkreplace "is the smell...">>is the smell... You grunt, feeling the roll of female pheromones practically drip off your feral figure. Sweat glands are a powerhouse for the female musk. Proudly announcing not only your fervent heat...but your ''dominance.'' It's an amazonian, potent //stench// of an alpha female. And, given the dribble of fluids from your canine sex, you're wet and [[ready for action.|post_tf_lycanroc]] \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

<<set $ending = { legendary:"false", pokemon:"Lycanroc", label:"", }>>Shaking off your brown coat, your blink and let your eyes slice through the darkness. The world is as much about sound and smell than your sepia-toned vision, nose picking up on a range of scents muffled by disgustingly human smell. That...that //was// you? It's hard to believe as you lower your muzzle to the ground, trying to....oh. What's that? You sniff, tracing the old trail with your tail wagging. Three males passed through here only a few hours ago, their scents intoxicating as your snuffle, pussy //clenching// at the smell. Just what you need. <<linkreplace "//Males.//">>//Males.// With a speed that amazes even you, your bounce away on all fours. The sway of your thick female hips and the wag of your tail ensures you keep your balance. You chase through the ruins with your nose to the ground. You keep getting distracted by your own musk, now being produced with thick //pheromones// to attract the potential mates. Skidding to a stop, you almost <<linkreplace "tumble straight into the three young Lycanroc...">>tumble straight into the three young Lycanroc... You catch yourself, claws sparking from the flagstones as your ease yourself forward. Tail raised, flagging your scent and your sex. "Why. <<linkreplace "Hello boys...">>Hello boys..." Each of the three furry brown Lycanroc jump, sprawling over each other as you laugh at the pathetic display. Ha, //males!// Unsuitable for anything but to be your pack runts. Your blue eyes glisten, tail wagging...and wafting your irresistible alpha scent into their wet noses. "Who are-?" One tries to interrupt but you shut him down with a bare of your fangs. Inching closer, you push off the other two dogs and isolate the speaker underneath sharp claws. Your pheromones are intoxicated, leaving the wolf meek and supple. Eyes narrowed, you show no shame it batting at his growing erection. "I'm you're new pack leader, hun. You're lucky enough to be first in line. Show me you know how to //please// a woman, and I'll make you my number two." <center><<link END credits>><</link>></center> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>> \<</linkreplace>>

Blowing across into the mouthpiece of the metal flute produces a whistle. Success! You try again, covering a few finger holes which allow you to change the pitch. The shriek sounds terrible, but that doesn't stop you trying a few more times. Uuuh ok. You don't want to split and eardrum.... \<<if $location.label == "r_courtyard">> However, even after you stop, the piercing whistle seems to echo around the courtyard...growing louder and //louder!// Waaa? You almost drop the flute, unsure why the sound refused to diminish. The air shakes with the sound, growing into a steady rumble which sends stone tumbling from the walls around you. Fffuck! <<link "What's happening!?" "tf_latias">><</link>> \<<else>> Well. At least nobody is around to hear that racket. Red faced, you put the flute back in your rucksack and <<link "return">><<timed 0.5s>><<goto $location.label>><</timed>><</link>> to exploring the temple... \<</if>>