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Day 14: Emboar (Long story)

Becoming the strongest Pokemon isn't as easy as just becoming a firing boar who can wrestle over his wrath. It all started when Tate was relaxing on a shallow Hot Spring, to meditate on his shapeshifting powers, however, he had this urge to feel that he wanted to learn how to experience new moves, and new forms to transform into, but whatever it is I think he might just be a hot temper over at the Hot Spring. One day, a creature proudly swam into the air and in the night skies, as he met a strange Pokemon. The Pokemon swayed as it had a long pink tail around, smiling while approaching Tate, "Could it be Mew?" He thought. The Mew giggled for a moment, but no one heard its gentle voice, however, Tate could hear Mew's voice. He wishes he could be the strongest Pokemon he could ever experience in his life burning with passion in his heart, as the plan immediately brewed inside Mew's mind granting his wish. Mew moved its arms around before hiding in a nearby Hot Spring bush, as it laughed with a cute smile on its face. With such a sense of melancholy as the splash washed over his face, but he soon ignored the fact that something strange was going to happen. As he continued to meditate over in the Hot Spring he had a burning feeling coursed through his veins, as Tate's body burned, ached, and kinda tickled. Leaped from limp to limp while he stood still and panted, feeling his heart race inside her chest! Tate had never felt this way before, still, this cataclysm had only just begun. His body slowly but surely reacquired its strength as the ache suddenly disappeared, but his pupils quivered, as his wrists and red hair strands erupted from his skin. These blue follicles burst into existence like wildfire, itching, and tingling during their growth, but with each passing second, more strands pierced through his skin. When the fur coat blossomed around over his body, enveloping everything in its overwhelming warmth Autumn leaf fell over to the Hot Spring which struck Tate's senses as he opened his eyes he could see his arms grow big! he suddenly stood up, as Tate moved his hand slowly toward the growing pelt on his arms that felt like he was rubbing against his fingertips. He wasn't sure how to describe it as his head had yet to comprehend as the fur grew over his body. His mind instinctively assumed Tate was wearing a thick coat or something. Meanwhile, the Mew smiled at what it saw. With such a joyous occasion, it knew what Tate would transform into. A blue band soon encircled Tate's wrists but the transformation didn't stop, as a new set of strands swiftly emerged on the hybrid's hands. For a second, he thought he grabbed a pair of winter gloves, but instead, the sensation was similar, after all. Just a comforting, overwhelming, warmth surrounded with fur all over his hands. With the blink of an eye no matter what happens, is that all of his furry skin, hiding beneath its lush jungle? Tate raised his hands toward his face and watched its digits with half-closed eyes, feeling a single tear run down his cheek. his fingers merged and soon twisted and trembled, readying himself for their mutations, but In a fraction of a second, two of them vanished forever, and all the skin, flesh, and bone ceased to be. which all withdrew into his hands. It wasn't long before the dark fur dashed across Tate's small hands, as the strands marched onwards mercilessly while proceeding. The dark follicles went around as though they were alive, surrounding all of the upper arm of Tate's hands It changed its color to a bright orange skin after reaching the boy's shoulders, causing a bright blue band to separate the two distinct hues, after all was said and done. A new sensation pulsated beneath Tate's flesh. His arms burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, all of their muscles twitching in the meantime. He could see his arms wouldn't stop trembling for just one second. Soon, however, the main event commenced, his biceps and triceps pulsated faster and faster one after another, turning his worries into something rageful. Soon, they were thickened, growing with muscle and fat as a new mass emerging out of thin air! At the same time, his worries gradually disappeared from her mind, and all the negative emotions inside his head suddenly vanished, allowing surprise and bewilderment to fill his new mind, examining his buff and furry arms, unsure of what to say, he couldn't believe his eyes! His body grew with fat, pushing forward and spreading sideways at the same time. His height widened his growth, as Tate's height had ever grown overall, same as the legs. All of the bones inside them restructure his body, with his belly expanding over time with his organs lengthened with each passing second, soon it had become fully functional. He'd keep this strength. And once his body ceased growing, the pelage crept up toward his neck. Tate's face would soon change. Nevertheless, he instinctively took a step forward causing a set of flames to burst into existence around his neck. It was all so sudden, that it nearly frightened other Pokemon just this once. Of course, it didn't take long before he realized the fire didn't hurt. It was warm and he felt comfortable around his body. The flames burned bright amidst the route, dancing alongside the blowing wind with the fur reaching his cheeks. The orange pelage blossomed throughout his head, covering everything in its way. All the strands atop his head turned orange and receded slightly, becoming one with the growing pelage at the same time. His eyebrows were flared up and elongated, dashing across Tate's forehead, and still, it wasn't merely his hair that stuck together with his eyebrows. While the bright pelt continued to move across his head, his furry ears also burned slightly. He reached his hands toward his head, massaging his ears with his claws beneath his fingertips.He can feel his ears wither away as they merge with his head. Next, His nose begins to reconstitute as his nose turns big and round with a blue circle dotting his face. He grinned once as this occurred, exposing the two small tusks that poked out of his mouth. The Mew giggled behind the bush as people would enjoy transformations sooner or later. People always do so. Anyway, as if the transformation could hear its thoughts, it soon continued. The dense pelage climbed down toward Tate's Lugia widened torso. A blue hue consumed most of his chest, soon swapping its color for a familiar shade of black. This coloration overtook all of the man's torso occasionally intercepted by a few golden patterns. Meanwhile, Tate's diminished legs became a crimson pelage that crawled from his thighs and into his knees. From that point onwards, the dark strands took on the leading role. And much like on his arms, golden follicles adorned the threshold between the two colors. And yet, his transformation wasn't over. The Emboar shuddered once after an ache pulsated through his spine. This overwhelming pain caused his neck to his tailbone, eventually culminating in a new growth. A lump arrived above the man's rear, further lengthening over time. As his Lugia tail was replaced with a long boar tail grew out of his spinal cord, swaying from side to side while the transformation reached its completion. At that moment, he felt so powerful and invincible like nothing could strike him down. He didn't mind having to spend the rest of his life striking someone down with his Boar fists as the flames around his neck burned so brightly they cast shadows on the bush peppering the empty route. In the distance, the Mew eavesdrops watching the Emboar smile on his face, but then suddenly right when it readied itself to call it quits, a memory emerged in his brain. Mew closed its eyes and moved its arms around. This would be perfect, it reassured itself, erasing Tate's Memories and Memorist/Shapeshifting job away. Making him Unconscious from the Hot spring. leaving lots of smoke due to the flames from his neck. However, shortly after he panics and runs away from the Hot Spring water to make sure the blazing on his neck is still on fire. "E-Emboar...?" The bad news is that Tate only now realizes that he can't speak, but the good news is that at least he can show the Pokemon how strong he is with his strength and new friends to gather. I'm sure he will get used to this form.

Emboar Drawn by: Ngap.Drance. (Tate did the background doodle)

P.S.: He transforms into a Shiny Emboar.

Description
Day 14: Emboar (Long story)

Becoming the strongest Pokemon isn't as easy as just becoming a firing boar who can wrestle over his wrath. It all started when Tate was relaxing on a shallow Hot Spring, to meditate on his shapeshifting powers, however, he had this urge to feel that he wanted to learn how to experience new moves, and new forms to transform into, but whatever it is I think he might just be a hot temper over at the Hot Spring. One day, a creature proudly swam into the air and in the night skies, as he met a strange Pokemon. The Pokemon swayed as it had a long pink tail around, smiling while approaching Tate, "Could it be Mew?" He thought. The Mew giggled for a moment, but no one heard its gentle voice, however, Tate could hear Mew's voice. He wishes he could be the strongest Pokemon he could ever experience in his life burning with passion in his heart, as the plan immediately brewed inside Mew's mind granting his wish. Mew moved its arms around before hiding in a nearby Hot Spring bush, as it laughed with a cute smile on its face. With such a sense of melancholy as the splash washed over his face, but he soon ignored the fact that something strange was going to happen. As he continued to meditate over in the Hot Spring he had a burning feeling coursed through his veins, as Tate's body burned, ached, and kinda tickled. Leaped from limp to limp while he stood still and panted, feeling his heart race inside her chest! Tate had never felt this way before, still, this cataclysm had only just begun. His body slowly but surely reacquired its strength as the ache suddenly disappeared, but his pupils quivered, as his wrists and red hair strands erupted from his skin. These blue follicles burst into existence like wildfire, itching, and tingling during their growth, but with each passing second, more strands pierced through his skin. When the fur coat blossomed around over his body, enveloping everything in its overwhelming warmth Autumn leaf fell over to the Hot Spring which struck Tate's senses as he opened his eyes he could see his arms grow big! he suddenly stood up, as Tate moved his hand slowly toward the growing pelt on his arms that felt like he was rubbing against his fingertips. He wasn't sure how to describe it as his head had yet to comprehend as the fur grew over his body. His mind instinctively assumed Tate was wearing a thick coat or something. Meanwhile, the Mew smiled at what it saw. With such a joyous occasion, it knew what Tate would transform into. A blue band soon encircled Tate's wrists but the transformation didn't stop, as a new set of strands swiftly emerged on the hybrid's hands. For a second, he thought he grabbed a pair of winter gloves, but instead, the sensation was similar, after all. Just a comforting, overwhelming, warmth surrounded with fur all over his hands. With the blink of an eye no matter what happens, is that all of his furry skin, hiding beneath its lush jungle? Tate raised his hands toward his face and watched its digits with half-closed eyes, feeling a single tear run down his cheek. his fingers merged and soon twisted and trembled, readying himself for their mutations, but In a fraction of a second, two of them vanished forever, and all the skin, flesh, and bone ceased to be. which all withdrew into his hands. It wasn't long before the dark fur dashed across Tate's small hands, as the strands marched onwards mercilessly while proceeding. The dark follicles went around as though they were alive, surrounding all of the upper arm of Tate's hands It changed its color to a bright orange skin after reaching the boy's shoulders, causing a bright blue band to separate the two distinct hues, after all was said and done. A new sensation pulsated beneath Tate's flesh. His arms burned with the intensity of a thousand suns, all of their muscles twitching in the meantime. He could see his arms wouldn't stop trembling for just one second. Soon, however, the main event commenced, his biceps and triceps pulsated faster and faster one after another, turning his worries into something rageful. Soon, they were thickened, growing with muscle and fat as a new mass emerging out of thin air! At the same time, his worries gradually disappeared from her mind, and all the negative emotions inside his head suddenly vanished, allowing surprise and bewilderment to fill his new mind, examining his buff and furry arms, unsure of what to say, he couldn't believe his eyes! His body grew with fat, pushing forward and spreading sideways at the same time. His height widened his growth, as Tate's height had ever grown overall, same as the legs. All of the bones inside them restructure his body, with his belly expanding over time with his organs lengthened with each passing second, soon it had become fully functional. He'd keep this strength. And once his body ceased growing, the pelage crept up toward his neck. Tate's face would soon change. Nevertheless, he instinctively took a step forward causing a set of flames to burst into existence around his neck. It was all so sudden, that it nearly frightened other Pokemon just this once. Of course, it didn't take long before he realized the fire didn't hurt. It was warm and he felt comfortable around his body. The flames burned bright amidst the route, dancing alongside the blowing wind with the fur reaching his cheeks. The orange pelage blossomed throughout his head, covering everything in its way. All the strands atop his head turned orange and receded slightly, becoming one with the growing pelage at the same time. His eyebrows were flared up and elongated, dashing across Tate's forehead, and still, it wasn't merely his hair that stuck together with his eyebrows. While the bright pelt continued to move across his head, his furry ears also burned slightly. He reached his hands toward his head, massaging his ears with his claws beneath his fingertips.He can feel his ears wither away as they merge with his head. Next, His nose begins to reconstitute as his nose turns big and round with a blue circle dotting his face. He grinned once as this occurred, exposing the two small tusks that poked out of his mouth. The Mew giggled behind the bush as people would enjoy transformations sooner or later. People always do so. Anyway, as if the transformation could hear its thoughts, it soon continued. The dense pelage climbed down toward Tate's Lugia widened torso. A blue hue consumed most of his chest, soon swapping its color for a familiar shade of black. This coloration overtook all of the man's torso occasionally intercepted by a few golden patterns. Meanwhile, Tate's diminished legs became a crimson pelage that crawled from his thighs and into his knees. From that point onwards, the dark strands took on the leading role. And much like on his arms, golden follicles adorned the threshold between the two colors. And yet, his transformation wasn't over. The Emboar shuddered once after an ache pulsated through his spine. This overwhelming pain caused his neck to his tailbone, eventually culminating in a new growth. A lump arrived above the man's rear, further lengthening over time. As his Lugia tail was replaced with a long boar tail grew out of his spinal cord, swaying from side to side while the transformation reached its completion. At that moment, he felt so powerful and invincible like nothing could strike him down. He didn't mind having to spend the rest of his life striking someone down with his Boar fists as the flames around his neck burned so brightly they cast shadows on the bush peppering the empty route. In the distance, the Mew eavesdrops watching the Emboar smile on his face, but then suddenly right when it readied itself to call it quits, a memory emerged in his brain. Mew closed its eyes and moved its arms around. This would be perfect, it reassured itself, erasing Tate's Memories and Memorist/Shapeshifting job away. Making him Unconscious from the Hot spring. leaving lots of smoke due to the flames from his neck. However, shortly after he panics and runs away from the Hot Spring water to make sure the blazing on his neck is still on fire. "E-Emboar...?" The bad news is that Tate only now realizes that he can't speak, but the good news is that at least he can show the Pokemon how strong he is with his strength and new friends to gather. I'm sure he will get used to this form.

Emboar Drawn by: Ngap.Drance. (Tate did the background doodle)

P.S.: He transforms into a Shiny Emboar.