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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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Deep within a dream, Marian lay in his cradle of plush vegetation, his tattered clothing, and his own warm cum. His body continued to stretch and reform while fluffy fur-like feathers spread across him like weeds sprouting in the springtime. His chest softly rose and fell, the lullabies of the sacred expanse of field caressing him in his slumber. The memories of what led up to this point replayed in his mind, some home movies dusted off and watched through a fuzzy, nostalgic filter.

Earlier that week in a nearby city I had attended a Pokémon tournament with a huge turnout. There was hardly ever anything this exciting happening where I lived, plus I had heard rumors of some new types of Pokémon competing. “New” turned out to be an understatement. As I struggled in the massive crowd with all manner of people’s extremities poking and prodding into me, I saw the contestants walk out into the stadium and all the doubts I’d had about attending vanished.

There, among the humans, was something.. different. Not quite a Pokemon, not quite a human, but a combination. An equine body but bipedal, unwavering in stance with a firmly planted hand on their hip, expression determined and almost cold. But this wasn’t a surprise, as the nasty whispers and murmurs pouring from the crowd obviously reached those perky, swiveling ears.

The announcer was speaking, handing her mic to each contestant down the line, but I wasn’t tuned in. I was fascinated by the beautiful creature, gently shifting their weight as they patiently waited their turn, eyes darting ever slightly over the crowd but keeping their composure. The announcer finally got to them and I could see her hesitate in holding her mic to the equine contestant’s face. They gave her a slightly sour expression while plucking the mic from her hands before she could utter a word. My heart fluttered, I could feel every bit of anxiety for this poor individual as though it was my own. Eyes softly falling closed, they placed a hand on their chest and opened their mouth to speak. The nasty voices suddenly grew louder, venom dripping from cowardly maws. A sharp resounding hoof stomp echoed through the stadium, along with intense eyes snapping open.
Everything fell quiet.

Their demeanor already shifted back to calm.
"As I was saying", a masculine voice like a gentle windchime carried on a summer evening breeze:
"I am Mylus, and I represent the Anthro League." He tossed his head lightly and his cascading mane poured down his shoulders.
"You may have heard of us, but this place is a bit more.. rural than we are used to visiting."

[i]A well-deserved jab at this crowd[/i] I thought.

"We seek to gain acceptance for Were-Pokémon like ourselves. We represent the vast untapped potential of embracing change, and the powerful bond that all creatures in our lands share. We are people just like you, but those that do not fear evolving into our truest selves. Today, we will show you just what we can do, and we hope you’ll follow along on our journey, and perhaps even join yourselves. Thank you."

As he concluded, Mylus’ face was beaming with pride, and between that cute expression, his enchanting voice, and his lovely attitude I couldn’t decide what I found more charming. He drew his eyes through the crowd again to sample his speech’s approval, and that was the first time we locked eyes that day. I blushed so deeply I felt faint.

The next several hours were over before I could even grasp it. Mylus and his team astutely mopped the floor with the competition while remaining more civil than any human trainers there. Unlike the other competitors who would order their Pokémon to use a more powerful move than necessary to finish off an opponent, simply for the purpose of showing off or doing emotional damage, Mylus and his team would do only what was necessary and still treat their opponents with empathy and kindness. And they looked divine doing it.

Mylus had two teammates escorting him that day. A lovely femboy Primarina, with hair surpassing even Mylus’ manicured mane, stood shyly near his friends. All timidness left his body when it was his turn to battle however, the very picture of elegance dancing around his opponents with a mere few specks of dust to brush off after each performance. The other was a Salazzle; curvy hips and an obvious chest binding under their top, with a much fiercer attitude to boot. They were a truly dexterous sight to behold when entering the ring, and I felt lucky for the opportunity. Though his team was impressive, Mylus himself was on another level. Opponents were unconscious on the ground before they even knew what happened, while he simply waited patiently for his next turn, arms calmly crossed. I didn’t dare look away when he was in the arena, and he glanced in my direction frequently.

When it came time to announce the victors, Mylus was having more and more trouble hiding his joy, but his courtesy prevailed. Normally a speech would be given, but the roiling crowd drowned out everything, and the staff seemed only eager to usher the winners out to control the agitated patrons at that point. Not that the escort was necessary, no one could even hope to lay a finger on the champion anthros as they sauntered by, though the Primarina looked quite uncomfortable. That was when Mylus passed me the vial with a genuinely affectionate expression, his hand caressing mine but for a moment. He did so swiftly enough so that the other visitors would not see and therefore target me, and in their turbulent state none noticed. Thankfully I managed to exit that day with no unfavorable encounters.

Upon returning home I was drained enough to retire to bed right then, but another activity was far more pressing. My encounter with Mylus sowed a desperate desire in my belly that needed quenching. I was barely through the door when I had snaked my hand down my pants to touch myself. By the time I reached my bed I’d already discarded everything down to my panties. Ashamed of my sudden need, I massaged my petite throbbing member with my thumb and forefinger slicked with the hot lubrication dripping from my slit. Nestling deep into my sea of plushies, I continued stroking my engorged t-dick as I attempted to dodge their overbearing gaze of perceived disappointment.

[i]Why was I this turned on by today’s events?[/i]

I ground my hips into my hand needily.

[i]Why was the mere sight and slight touch of that impossibly handsome[/i]-

I climaxed suddenly, a rush of warm liquid drenched my hand yet I didn’t stop pumping. Back arched, legs quivering, I completely rode out my orgasm.
Sighing deeply, blushing and self-conscious, I pulled my trembling hand away and closed my eyes. A few small beads of sweat ran down my face. I drifted to sleep, secretly pleased with giving into these guilty pleasures.

The next day it was back to responsibilities as usual. I had completely forgot about the vial for now.
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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.