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Traveling along the known Pokémon reserves in Japan does plenty for those who live in relative peace. After the major conflicts of unknown world-ending events shifted away from the cradles of pocket monster life in the first four registered regions, there is much comfort for those not so human. Folks who have been transformed by desire or by force, Pokémon Hybrids, or Pokehybrids, live on with their lives the best way they can.

Along the way, two people rest for the day at a hotel. Which one specifically doesn’t exactly matter. It’s not about what’s going on outside. Inside, a couple of sorts relax in their way.

Bags of burgers and cans of soda rest on a coffee table in the eggshell-white room. A big bed with crisp white sheets and wooden hardwood frames makes up a peculiar L-shaped resting point. Being able to accommodate hybrid couples in sizes and shapes offers enough options for many weary travelers. All because Pandora's box was opened, of transformations of a hybrid of human and Pokémon, doesn’t mean the drive of a Pokémon trainer and human/hybrid relations has gone away. Sharing the queen-sized bed with an extra section to a side will suit the pair just fine.

“Bwuh. A taur bed? What a trip. We couldn’t get anything normal, eh?”

His voice, Jim, complains about something being out of the ordinary. Being part Ditto, he’s not one to talk about normalcy with the talent to shift others more than himself. Black jeans, a white tee, and bare feet stand on a carpeted floor. Black hair is parted in the middle of his head, with brown eyes bearing bags under his eyes. A Latino skin tone leaves him with darker skin, but you wouldn’t know it with his American accent being full of confidence. Usually. Despite the world being easier in the scope of hybrid problems he helped resolve as a Pokehybrid Trainer, he still works tiredly to help with what problems those partially Pokémon face.

The voice in his head is projected in a gentle tone, with Irish inflections untapped from telepathy. With the hypothetical idea of being outside in minimal creature comforts that only offer a pillow, the words ringing in the bones of his inner ears make him feel special. He sighs, letting go of the minor complaint as she finishes her shower. Falling to his stomach, the bed does hit the spot.

Kyna soon opens the door, a part Mew woman that embraces her monstrous side. She’s human at the moment. A shimmering purple dress with thin shoulder straps is in view, fluttering over her pleasantly curvy thighs. The length leaves room down to her shins, bare wide feet with multi-colored toenails acting like broken geometry as she doesn’t know what to transform them into yet. Red freckles decorate her body in the soft sunlight. Fiery red hair rests upon her shoulders, bangs clear from green eyes. Smells like lemons after her shower.

“All squeaky clean! Ready to do a whole bunch of nothing.” She smiles at what waits for her.

As she moves closer to him having flopped to the right of the L, she raises an index finger. It glows a pink light not unlike an LED light. His clothes that were unceremoniously discarded to a corner of the bathroom lift off of the floor and settle in a folding pile on the couch before the coffee table. Socks, black boots, a black buttoned shirt, and a black trench coat are found. The desire to complain passes her mind as she finds him relaxing. Joining him, she places her butt on the left-most portion of the L, extending her legs out.

Feeling the weight shift on the bed, Jim summons the will not just to sleep. Moving closer to Kyna sitting on an extra supportive layer of support, she warmly smiles as her right foot raises over to him. Just as freckled as the rest of her, thick-skinned soles reveal some soft wrinkled skin underfoot. Ankles look a little worn, but that comes from being on flip-flops. Happy to show off, she knows his vices well, and especially to focus on her for them.

He stares for a while, while she wistfully shows off that one foot. He eventually smiles while shifting to his back.

The Ditto and the Mew; both being shapeshifting powerhouses, find a good place to rest themselves.

Her smile brightens to a toothy grin. The purple curtains behind her change from being wrapped around fabric, to loosened and longer. The red tones are removed from the curtain as she raises a finger to reveal pink light once again. A tell that she’s using her powers as a psychic-type.

“Does this mean you’re looking to spruce up a bit?” Jim says with a raised eyebrow.

“Hee hee hee. You know me too well, love. Just keep watching.”

Genetic memory recalls the makeup of what eventually turns into a Pokémon. It’s hard to say if Mew or Ditto was the primordial ooze that created all monster life in ancient times, but while he mimics what’s learned, she can make it happen in a thought.

The toenails soon match the now blue curtain drapes, making him grin at a joke that would go by her head. All that’s here are her feet growing and expanding to his delight.

“Mmph? Mmmm. T-there we are. Feel these…”

She whispers, letting widening and lengthening feet rub against his legs, covering thighs while not trying to challenge being lewd. Comfy, being petting is all she wants as she grows larger. Talented enough to not feel growing pains like other hybrids, it’s downright whimsical to be altering.

Growing taller, the sub 6’ lady is quickly rising upward to strain against her dress. As if knowing that her clothes would tear, she preemptively does so with a blink. Her top half is now more like a half-shirt with spaghetti straps cradling over an expanding chest. Her stomach turns white, as does the rest of her skin while being close. Crossing legs show the dress halves turning blue, as light as her toenails clenching against the warm thighs. Now the clothes are separated into a shirt half and a skirt.

As he laments the loss of her freckles to snow-white skin, a tail pushes out of her butt to follow her feet. It’s as thick as one of her thighs, as long as one of her legs at a good 4’ long. Thickest at the base of her body, it eventually ends in a smooth dragon’s tail that slips onto his chest. Cradling it in his arms, a pair of blue cartilage spades emerge. They’re warm like the rest of her, with soft edges.

Clumsier fingers grip the support cushion she sits on, widening and losing their human creases to white-skinned wing fingers. Lugia has amazing hands that would be perfect to touch or hug someone.

Inches thick and longer, they press down hard while one of her index fingers still glows. Matter moves around with the furniture on the corner- a nightstand with purple flowers. They fade to reality being bent to a larger bed, getting that L bed to turn into an oversized monstrosity of comfort. The dark wood frames turn silver, changing the upholstery to be more sleek with curves and added pillows.

Leaning forward, Kyna cradles her hands over Jim’s shoulders so he can see what happens next to her. Wide soft blue blades depart from her spine like her tail has, a little too many long spines for a Lugia. Not that he would point that out with the organic adornments she wants to show off.

Blinking, green eyes turn blue, focusing on the room’s decor. The eggshell-white walls bend to her minor reality-altering tricks to make them a pure white color. Just like her soft and squishy smooth skin. Now, for the rest of her.

A pointed nose pushes outward with her face, letting her beak be a comforting place to be in contact with him. As she nuzzles in soft notes of happiness, her hair shifts to, what else? A gentle blue. Shorter too as it’s only as long as to not go past her shoulders. Losing her ears, they have shrunk into the sides of her white skin. Above, the shortening blue hair creates some head horns- more like long triangles that are supposed to mimic the eye mask of Lugias. Not this time. She wants to stare with her baby blues, feet running up and down his legs, tail resting on his belly, as hands pet along.

“Luuuuuu…” Kyna says. Affection is in her voice. “Do feel better, okay? I’ll make sure of it.”

Such things he still finds difficult to accept, as much as she’s offering a bit of grace to his tired and worry-filled heart. Not even his Ditto side is complaining as someone’s transforming, and that means a whole heck of a lot. Being safe and able to be candid meant the world to him.

He kisses her cheek, and she does the same. They sleep for hours, knowing no cares are in mind but their company.

---

Here is a piece for someone that means a whole heck of a lot, been around for the last 8 years. To believe that the character that was once designed as a fetish personified became attached to someone giving her a soul, really.

Much love. Yea, miss the trio too. For now though, I share this. Little something with our characters.

This second one? Making her a little bit Lugia. Human version here.

Model: Transformix v1.0, Lugia LoRA
Prompt: solo, 1girl, blonde female anthro lugia, lugiatroid, white skin, big feet, blue skinned stomach, torn clothing, torn pants, torn shirt, weight gain, sweaty, realistic, flared nostrils,
Negative Prompt: easynegative, bad-hands-5, (low quality, worst quality:1.3), nude, nsfw, naked, child, vagina, closeup, feet for hands, background
CFG 7 / Steps 50 / Sampler DPM++ SDE Karras / Seed 2537830558

Description
Traveling along the known Pokémon reserves in Japan does plenty for those who live in relative peace. After the major conflicts of unknown world-ending events shifted away from the cradles of pocket monster life in the first four registered regions, there is much comfort for those not so human. Folks who have been transformed by desire or by force, Pokémon Hybrids, or Pokehybrids, live on with their lives the best way they can.

Along the way, two people rest for the day at a hotel. Which one specifically doesn’t exactly matter. It’s not about what’s going on outside. Inside, a couple of sorts relax in their way.

Bags of burgers and cans of soda rest on a coffee table in the eggshell-white room. A big bed with crisp white sheets and wooden hardwood frames makes up a peculiar L-shaped resting point. Being able to accommodate hybrid couples in sizes and shapes offers enough options for many weary travelers. All because Pandora's box was opened, of transformations of a hybrid of human and Pokémon, doesn’t mean the drive of a Pokémon trainer and human/hybrid relations has gone away. Sharing the queen-sized bed with an extra section to a side will suit the pair just fine.

“Bwuh. A taur bed? What a trip. We couldn’t get anything normal, eh?”

His voice, Jim, complains about something being out of the ordinary. Being part Ditto, he’s not one to talk about normalcy with the talent to shift others more than himself. Black jeans, a white tee, and bare feet stand on a carpeted floor. Black hair is parted in the middle of his head, with brown eyes bearing bags under his eyes. A Latino skin tone leaves him with darker skin, but you wouldn’t know it with his American accent being full of confidence. Usually. Despite the world being easier in the scope of hybrid problems he helped resolve as a Pokehybrid Trainer, he still works tiredly to help with what problems those partially Pokémon face.

The voice in his head is projected in a gentle tone, with Irish inflections untapped from telepathy. With the hypothetical idea of being outside in minimal creature comforts that only offer a pillow, the words ringing in the bones of his inner ears make him feel special. He sighs, letting go of the minor complaint as she finishes her shower. Falling to his stomach, the bed does hit the spot.

Kyna soon opens the door, a part Mew woman that embraces her monstrous side. She’s human at the moment. A shimmering purple dress with thin shoulder straps is in view, fluttering over her pleasantly curvy thighs. The length leaves room down to her shins, bare wide feet with multi-colored toenails acting like broken geometry as she doesn’t know what to transform them into yet. Red freckles decorate her body in the soft sunlight. Fiery red hair rests upon her shoulders, bangs clear from green eyes. Smells like lemons after her shower.

“All squeaky clean! Ready to do a whole bunch of nothing.” She smiles at what waits for her.

As she moves closer to him having flopped to the right of the L, she raises an index finger. It glows a pink light not unlike an LED light. His clothes that were unceremoniously discarded to a corner of the bathroom lift off of the floor and settle in a folding pile on the couch before the coffee table. Socks, black boots, a black buttoned shirt, and a black trench coat are found. The desire to complain passes her mind as she finds him relaxing. Joining him, she places her butt on the left-most portion of the L, extending her legs out.

Feeling the weight shift on the bed, Jim summons the will not just to sleep. Moving closer to Kyna sitting on an extra supportive layer of support, she warmly smiles as her right foot raises over to him. Just as freckled as the rest of her, thick-skinned soles reveal some soft wrinkled skin underfoot. Ankles look a little worn, but that comes from being on flip-flops. Happy to show off, she knows his vices well, and especially to focus on her for them.

He stares for a while, while she wistfully shows off that one foot. He eventually smiles while shifting to his back.

The Ditto and the Mew; both being shapeshifting powerhouses, find a good place to rest themselves.

Her smile brightens to a toothy grin. The purple curtains behind her change from being wrapped around fabric, to loosened and longer. The red tones are removed from the curtain as she raises a finger to reveal pink light once again. A tell that she’s using her powers as a psychic-type.

“Does this mean you’re looking to spruce up a bit?” Jim says with a raised eyebrow.

“Hee hee hee. You know me too well, love. Just keep watching.”

Genetic memory recalls the makeup of what eventually turns into a Pokémon. It’s hard to say if Mew or Ditto was the primordial ooze that created all monster life in ancient times, but while he mimics what’s learned, she can make it happen in a thought.

The toenails soon match the now blue curtain drapes, making him grin at a joke that would go by her head. All that’s here are her feet growing and expanding to his delight.

“Mmph? Mmmm. T-there we are. Feel these…”

She whispers, letting widening and lengthening feet rub against his legs, covering thighs while not trying to challenge being lewd. Comfy, being petting is all she wants as she grows larger. Talented enough to not feel growing pains like other hybrids, it’s downright whimsical to be altering.

Growing taller, the sub 6’ lady is quickly rising upward to strain against her dress. As if knowing that her clothes would tear, she preemptively does so with a blink. Her top half is now more like a half-shirt with spaghetti straps cradling over an expanding chest. Her stomach turns white, as does the rest of her skin while being close. Crossing legs show the dress halves turning blue, as light as her toenails clenching against the warm thighs. Now the clothes are separated into a shirt half and a skirt.

As he laments the loss of her freckles to snow-white skin, a tail pushes out of her butt to follow her feet. It’s as thick as one of her thighs, as long as one of her legs at a good 4’ long. Thickest at the base of her body, it eventually ends in a smooth dragon’s tail that slips onto his chest. Cradling it in his arms, a pair of blue cartilage spades emerge. They’re warm like the rest of her, with soft edges.

Clumsier fingers grip the support cushion she sits on, widening and losing their human creases to white-skinned wing fingers. Lugia has amazing hands that would be perfect to touch or hug someone.

Inches thick and longer, they press down hard while one of her index fingers still glows. Matter moves around with the furniture on the corner- a nightstand with purple flowers. They fade to reality being bent to a larger bed, getting that L bed to turn into an oversized monstrosity of comfort. The dark wood frames turn silver, changing the upholstery to be more sleek with curves and added pillows.

Leaning forward, Kyna cradles her hands over Jim’s shoulders so he can see what happens next to her. Wide soft blue blades depart from her spine like her tail has, a little too many long spines for a Lugia. Not that he would point that out with the organic adornments she wants to show off.

Blinking, green eyes turn blue, focusing on the room’s decor. The eggshell-white walls bend to her minor reality-altering tricks to make them a pure white color. Just like her soft and squishy smooth skin. Now, for the rest of her.

A pointed nose pushes outward with her face, letting her beak be a comforting place to be in contact with him. As she nuzzles in soft notes of happiness, her hair shifts to, what else? A gentle blue. Shorter too as it’s only as long as to not go past her shoulders. Losing her ears, they have shrunk into the sides of her white skin. Above, the shortening blue hair creates some head horns- more like long triangles that are supposed to mimic the eye mask of Lugias. Not this time. She wants to stare with her baby blues, feet running up and down his legs, tail resting on his belly, as hands pet along.

“Luuuuuu…” Kyna says. Affection is in her voice. “Do feel better, okay? I’ll make sure of it.”

Such things he still finds difficult to accept, as much as she’s offering a bit of grace to his tired and worry-filled heart. Not even his Ditto side is complaining as someone’s transforming, and that means a whole heck of a lot. Being safe and able to be candid meant the world to him.

He kisses her cheek, and she does the same. They sleep for hours, knowing no cares are in mind but their company.

---

Here is a piece for someone that means a whole heck of a lot, been around for the last 8 years. To believe that the character that was once designed as a fetish personified became attached to someone giving her a soul, really.

Much love. Yea, miss the trio too. For now though, I share this. Little something with our characters.

This second one? Making her a little bit Lugia. Human version here.

Model: Transformix v1.0, Lugia LoRA
Prompt: solo, 1girl, blonde female anthro lugia, lugiatroid, white skin, big feet, blue skinned stomach, torn clothing, torn pants, torn shirt, weight gain, sweaty, realistic, flared nostrils,
Negative Prompt: easynegative, bad-hands-5, (low quality, worst quality:1.3), nude, nsfw, naked, child, vagina, closeup, feet for hands, background
CFG 7 / Steps 50 / Sampler DPM++ SDE Karras / Seed 2537830558