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Feathers from the sky (Staraptor Tf)

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It was a quiet day through the forest: there was no rustling of leaves, no chirping of Starlies, no dripping of dew. It was a perfect place of reflection, just what Lorin needed.

She was a young girl, clad in the typical Pokémon trainer uniform of Sinnoh. There was really nothing on her mind, and nothing that bothered her. Lorin hadn’t got her starter yet and she wasn’t sure if she wanted one. She hadn’t passed at school but neither had she failed. She tossed some dark locks back: in fact, Lorin didn’t know what she wanted. A change will do you good was what everyone said. A change, but what sort of change?

Continuing down the path with her hands in her pockets, her blue eyes became distant in random thoughts. I wonder what it would be like to fly like a bird? Her first thought followed with images of soaring high, making the leaves shake with fear as she leapt into the air, seeing the world from a bird’s eye view, literally. That would be pretty cool.

Something stroked the side of her face. Looking up, Lorin was dazzled. A single grey feather was fluttering down beside her. Another appeared at the corner of her eye. Then another, then another. The sky was sending feathers down to her: grey, white, black and the odd red. Who was responsible for all this majesty? Lorin thought at one point that she could see a dark hand scattering them from a high tree, but when she blinked it was no longer there. She must be imagining things.

The air was getting heavy with feathers now. Looking down, Lorin saw that her feet were covered with a clump of feathers. If she didn’t move soon, she would be covered. Lorin made as if to move, but then a great mass of the stuff burst on her head. For some reason, it was very, very leaden. She staggered to the ground with a short cry and hunched. Whatever sort of prank it was it wasn’t very funny.

Lorin could now feel the feathers sticking to her arms (it had to be a prank, she hated that dark hand). In fact, they were sticking to her so well that...oh no! They were embedding themselves into her skin. With it, she felt her arm getting slender and thin, the bones and muscles diminishing with them. It was an uncomfortable feeling that quickly became pain when the sensation reached her fingertips. With a cluster of clicking noises, her fingers and wrist reformed and merged to a single point. The grey feathers, for there were many, were coming together now to enlarge what was now her weak arm and give it greater strength. Lorin now had wings.

“Help! Won’t somebody help?!”

There was no one in the forest to help her, or if there was they didn’t reply. The clinging sensation travelled to her chest.  From her hunched position, Lorin was suddenly heaved upright as her rib cage expanded and, surprisingly, lightened. Organs shifted in the new streamlined physique and the girl, in her new position, could not tell if she were taller or shorter. It was painful and her face creased in pain. Downy feathers grew into her again, this time making alternating zigzag patterns of white and black. Some even attached themselves around her neck. Then more stretched down her back. Lorin found she could see more of her back as her neck could twist to a greater extent, and more grey feathers than she could ever imagined were covering her. In fact, she was sure she was no longer squatting but was in a more natural position. Where her clothes were was anyone’s guess, but not at the forefront of her mind.

Attempting to move, she found that despite the pile of feathers taht were settled around her feet, as if a bird had moulted, they were unchanged. Upon stepping out of the mess and thus away from the remaining feathers (so focused had she been on the changes that she hadn’t noticed it had stopped raining the weird stuff), the changes began. Several pings spattered one after the other as Lorin was forced to move her legs in uncomfortable positions. The top of her legs were swathed in black feathers but that ceased very quickly. Her now shortened legs itched. Scales like that of lizards appeared in a sandy colour. The unconscious twitching of her feet began as they swiftly narrowed. Her toes split in the middle, before merging and elongating. Her new two toenails hardened and sharpened into claws. The back end of Lorin’s new feet spurted out another hind claw each, causing her to squawk.  She shut her mouth very quickly.

A strange sensation at her behind began before new feathers formed. No longer needing more attachments, they were growing on their own to Lorin’s fear and wonder. It was a beautiful tail that she was shaping: five grey tails with diamond black ends. Wide yet firm, it felt...well, brilliant! Lorin wondered whether she always felt she had needed a tail.

Pain throbbed everywhere in her head at that moment and without meaning to she began cawing sharply. First was its shape: bulging yet flattening at the same time but in different places. Her forehead enlarged while her cheeks receded. Her mouth began shaking with her nose as both pulled out of her face at their own will. Her teeth clattered out as her lips hardened. This was followed by the rest of Lorin’s new nose and mouth, making a razor-sharp beak. More feathers tickled her, covering her mostly in white, apart from a curved band on her forehead. Lorin’s hair, amazingly, didn’t disappear but wavered in an unknown breeze. It straightened before arching down over her. Feathers replaced what had been her mass of hair: black followed by a jagged streak of red. Her ears reached the top of her new head and split, being covered with the same white and grey to form two points before the ear holes were no longer visible to any eye. Her eyes shifted and changed from a simple blue to an angry red. Lorin then had a mass of information invade her mind: flight, attack, prey, nesting, perching.

Lorin’s pain went and she was finally able to look herself up and down. There was no doubt about it: she was a fully formed Staraptor. Lorin wasn’t a bird: she was a human, with...with...

Not a lot going for her: a life of decisions she found she couldn’t make, a life of ‘averageness’. This...this was awesome! Staraptors were cool, deadly skilled and feared. Then there was flight... What lay beyond this forest?

Flapping her wings experimentally, it was time for Lorin to find out. Picking up her legs and running, she flapped her wings and whoosh! Off into the sky she went: spilling dewdrops to the ground, causing Starlies to cry out in surprise and the leaves to quake in fear. She called her new species out in joy to the sky.

“Staraptorrrrr!”

Any passerby now would only see a pile of grey feathers and a few teeth. It would puzzle the newspapers for some time. As for the dark hand, it had moved on.
Request for :iconlnd117:

My first Tf request! I am a dummy!lnd117 asked for a girl, Lorin, to be transformed into a Arcanine or Staraptor. I did the bird because I got an idea for the Tf first. It's a little shorter than my previous Tfs, but I hope the quality is still there...

Check out this journal for information on requests: fav.me/d7sge24

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Sink in the feathers. Became a bird! Now that's cool! -w-