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[b]Warning for readers:[/b] The story, which is an important part of the submission, references ‘explicit’ subjects.

[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. This is just practice in its raw form ^^
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 binary)
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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[section=Story Part 1 (click!)]Marian did what he always does when he's feeling down; he turned to the expanse of nature cradling his cozy rural town. Always faintly calling him, and on its breath the promise of honesty and answers. The winding paths probably looked the same to many, but he navigated by landmarks, just some old friends pointing the way onwards. But today as he arrived at a usual sad and crumbling stone foundation, he felt the pull of a different route. It was a much harsher hike than he'd dared before, and locals touted it for its dangerous nature. But his heart was heavy and wearing himself out to the point of no longer being able to dwell was too attractive.

Hours passed, he had tunnel vision. Novel bird calls permeated the sea of trees, and unfamiliar vegetation seemed to curl back as his boots waded through. He realized that in his desperation he hadn't rested or hydrated for the entire duration of his hike. Everything was so overgrown that there wasn't a place where he felt comfortable sitting lest he get swallowed by the forest itself. A concerning thought that he brushed off as paranoia. Still, he felt dizzy, so rest was the only option.

Taking a breath to ground himself, he attempted to hear through the piercing birdsong. Something, a slight trickle, the splash of water on some rocks. In that direction there was more of a glittering through the trees, less like the setting sun’s rays and more like the reflection of gemstones. Okay, he could push on a bit farther.

He fished around in his backpack for his water bottle while picking his way through the entangled roots. His fingers met the cool surface of glass, and a shiver ran through him as he pulled it from the pack. It was a large glass vial of liquid that had been given to him at a local Pokémon tournament. After absolutely clearing the competition, the victor handed it to him with a genuine smile as he walked by on his way out of the stadium. Him, out of the entire crowd of people. Why? He still didn’t know. He was the boring, washed-up, black sheep of his family. Always treated like he wasn’t good for anything, but everyone still always demanding his help, or else. It was hard to wrap his mind around anyone doing something kind for him.

But then, what if this wasn’t a gift? What if it was another well-deserved punishment? He had assumed it was some type of performance enhancer but now... At any rate he was having trouble caring about what it was. His thoughts turned to the dark pit he had been avoiding, somewhere deep inside him he knew that the whole purpose of this hike was not to come back at all.

He pulled the cork out of the bottle and swirled the tincture within; it clung to the edges of the glass almost desperately. The scent was as inviting as the gorgeous stranger who gifted it to him. He suddenly felt incredibly weak and pressed himself against a tree. Clutching the vial, the swirling thoughts faded away to nothingness, he didn’t care anymore. He drank deeply.

The liquid was thick and warm despite the chill of the vial but absolutely inviting. It soothed his parched throat and blanketed his mind in a tender, caring embrace. It was the very essence of the one who gifted it, his cum. Marian could not help but yearn for more. He savored the flavor, grinding his back into the bark of the tree while pressing his knees together to quell the growing heat between his thighs. Corking the bottle and replacing it in his pack, he pushed forward with a renewed spirit despite his fatigued body.

Weakly, he managed to shove through an impossible tangle of vines lacing the tree line together, stumbling through and falling to his knees on the other side. Plush grass cushioned him from the impact. An expansive field rolled onward with a lazily flowing stream snaking through and cutting back into the forest on either end. It was open, but felt peaceful and protected, as if danger had never dared set foot here. A keen white sparkle caught his eye and beckoned him to rise. “Okay, just a few more steps, then finally rest” he promised himself.

Closer and closer, each footfall heavier than the last, until reaching the ground-cover he was so curious about. Soft petals began swirling around up to his ankles as he stepped in. No, not petals, down, soft feathers from a bird of some sort. It was enough to resemble a small pond from a distance, shimmering delicately in the last fading kiss of the setting sun. As the fluffy substance puffed up into the air all around him like snow, a glow bloomed through the particles. He knelt in the mist and plunged his hands in, the silken pieces parted effortlessly. He jolted as his fingers brushed something, hard like glass but pulsing with life. It felt almost as light as the down it was submerged in.

As he carefully cradled the object into view a severe stinging wind whipped through, threatening to pull it from his hands and rip the breath from his lungs. He clutched it to his chest and shoved himself into the dirt. The wind died as suddenly as it had begun. He shot up, gasping slightly, and turned to watch the wind’s remnants tear through the rest of the field, carrying the feathers like a storm to some unknown destination. A warmth enveloped him as he turned back to the spectacle clasped in his hands. [/section]

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This one could use tlc

Regardless, I hope you may enjoy following along ^^

Also, the Anthro League Pokemon AU is leo9348’s creation

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.