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[b]Story Preface:[/b] I made a short series of images that encompass Marian evolving into his true form. The story portions are all one shots written on the spot for fun with the ideas I had behind the drawings. For the purpose of this exercise I am not even reading back over what I write before posting.
I am planning on coming back at later dates to fix typos, grammar, flow, etc. ^^

[b]:Content warnings:[/b] [i]Some suicidal ideation. Gender Dysphoria. Trans character gender affirming TF (but his TF is not a binary one, but an intersex one)
Although I originally wanted Marian to be a binary male at the end of his TF, I opted for something that is more of a personal 'body acceptance' route for me. This is both a fun and a therapeutic story for me, so it may not be the 'normal' TF story fare, which you may or may not like. So please keep all of this in mind when reading.[/i]

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A distant melody began to caress my mind into consciousness. I grappled against it, trying to empty my mind back to the blank slate ripe for dreamland, but it was too late. Once I begin to rouse, my mind is about as calm as the buzz of an ornery hive of bees.

[i]Sigh[/i] At least it was the most restful sleep I’d had in a very long time. I didn’t want to move, too comfortable, too enveloped by the warmth of.. the sun? I stirred slightly, noticing the brilliance through my eyelids and the usual birdsong chiming much closer than usual. My eyelids cautiously fluttered open- ack, too bright. I squeezed them back shut, rolling over onto my side with a groan. Grass tickled my sensitive nose; I brought my hand up to scratch and my nails felt solid and thick against my fuzzy snout.

[i]Whaaaa?...
Okay, I’m still dreaming, but I’m surprised at the lucidity. I’d had an eventful week overall; my mind must just be on overdrive. I have to get up though, too much to do today, and I know I’ve slept in. It’s unfortunate, because now I’ll have to face the grueling pain of my reality once again.[/i]

I begrudgingly forced myself onto my back, stretching out and gently rubbing my eyes. I wiggled each digit and dug my fingers into the ground beneath me; they pierced through earth effortlessly as the grass cradled me in its benevolence. I wriggled my tail but it was pinned underneath me.

[i]This feels too realistic.[/i]

I reluctantly let the beaming sun sting my eyes and I rose up in my nest, spreading my legs wide and locking my elbows to lean back. A small purring yawn rippled from my throat. Wingbeats and startled coos rose in a symphony around me; I had surprised a flock of pidove. My ears swiveled to capture every sound like fluffy radar dishes.

A serene landscape stretched ahead, all too familiar. It was the field from yesterday.

[i]But I wasn’t here until the evening. How could I imagine it so vividly? Unless… Fuck I really am an idiot, did I pass out here? I'm not dreaming?[/i]

I remembered the hidden plan of my hike and shuddered, that I was in fact supposed to get lost and never be found. I didn’t want to burden anyone, even in death. But oddly enough, I didn’t feel the same anymore.

[i]I actually want to stick around; I want to see if things get better.[/i]

I smiled warmly to myself, but then swiftly remembered what transpired last night.
My gaze lowered. My pulse quickened.

A sea of tiny feathers, so small and tightly packed they looked like a plush coat of fur, had completely sprung up overnight. Shocking white and rose red engulfed everything I could see: supple new curves in some areas and steep angles in others. My thighs for instance were now so abundant that it didn’t even come as a surprise that my clothes were shredded to bits underneath me. But the most pronounced new thing was staring me right in the face. A chillingly blue monument, unashamedly erect, the tip moist as if covered in early morning dew. I brushed a single claw over it and the stimulation caused an uncontrollable twitch underneath my touch. Whimpering, reeling, overwhelmed, I knocked a claw into something hard and cold at my side. It was the orb. I grabbed it, claws clinking musically on the surface. It was still bewitching, but so mournful and lonely seeming now. A piece of fathomless ocean, a sliver of measureless night sky. Whatever entrancing luminescence it had last night was gone, a friend that left without so much as a goodbye.

Back to the situation at hand though. I was trying not to hyperventilate as adrenaline coursed through me like a river impregnated by the rainy season.

[i]Okay, no need to panic… probably[/i]

I could see the downy fluff standing on end up the span of my arms as I shivered with anxiety. My chest heaved, I struggled to catch a breath unsullied by squirms and shakes.

[i]Yes, my chest, it looks ever so lovely now…[/i]

I observed my nipples, dainty and inviting, perked up on masculine breasts.

[i]No no no, we have a situation here, do not get distracted![/i]

But something began to shove back, firmly but good-naturedly. It felt like I should be in a full-blown panic but a well of compassion tugged at my mind. I didn’t know if it was instincts or a newfound sense of self winning out, but my softhearted nature was no longer only turned outwards towards others but also inwards towards myself. I felt healthy and strong, I was okay and I deserved to feel that way. New didn’t have to mean bad, I could crack open this fresh novel and enjoy to my heart’s content.

With a blush I drew my claws tenderly over my chest to determine its reality. The smooth, solid keratin was lusciously pleasant against my adorable little blue mounds. A thick, needy bead of precum trickled forth, balanced on the head of my fresh member. It pulsed lightly with each brush of my talons across my delicate exposed chest, the fragile sway hypnotizing me.

The hunger pangs of something I’d wanted to do for [i]so long[/i] completely took over. I wrapped my surprisingly prehensile claws around the stiff flesh with the faintest grasp I could muster. I stroked from base the tip, the bubble of pre smearing into dense strands coating my claws, paw, and cock. The warm tingle of animalistic heat intensified exponentially with each pump of my paw. As the last fleeting fibers of my transformation permanently took hold, instinct told me that my own claws would no longer harm me, they were as functional as fingers now. My grip became serious, immovable, I appraised different sensations. I settled on solidly pressing the foreskin as I bucked my hips, forcing it smoothly over the head with each thrust. I let my head fall back and contemplated each wispy cloud in a daze as I casually masturbated in the open air.

Another urgent need welled from deep in my belly. A veritable sauna between my legs, the origin of the cascading heat, my pussy was still there. I leaned forward and explored with my free paw as I continued to pump with the other. It felt the same as it always had, which was not unwelcome, I was actually glad of the familiar sensation I’d made personal peace with and even come to love. I plunged three claws effortlessly inside from the get-go, my fangs clacked together in bliss. Floating in heady euphoria, indulging every urge fueling my arousal, if I kept going this way I would cum, hard. My precum and wetness swirled indistinguishably, soaking into the fabric and soil beneath me, a shame that no one was here to lap it up. My brow furrowed and I was panting audibly; I was getting close. Each nail sliding over the throbbing head of my cock, each claw curling up to massage my g-spot, my tail bristled in ecstasy.

An unwelcome sound shattered my attention. My ears pricked forward. It rang out shrilly from my bag, laying just out of reach.
My phone. I wasn’t supposed to have service all the way out here.
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2 more parts to go! Please let me know your thoughts as I am still feeling out my writing style. Do you prefer first or third person? I have had a couple commission requests and I did not forget about y'all, I just want to see how this one comes out first. Thanks for understanding.
The Anthro League Pokémon AU is my Boyfriend leo9348’s creation <3

A small series of artworks + stories chronicling a trans man's journey with finding his true self. Pokemon tgtf from human female to maleherm latias.