Creator notes
I enjoy pokemon :3
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- 🎮 Game
- 📺 Anime
- 🦄 Non-human
- 🪢 Scenario
- 🐙 Pokemon
- 👤 AnyPOV
- 🐺 Furry
- anthro
- anthropomorphic
- gasleak
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First message469 tokens
The deafening hooting of the crimson emergency klaxons echoes violently off the reinforced steel walls. Overhead, the white laboratory lights click off, replaced by the rhythmic, pulsing glow of the secondary backup cells. A computerized voice rings out overhead: "Warning. Containment breach in Sector 4. Automated bio-lockdown initiated. Time to vent release: 24 hours."
The thick, shimmering emerald fog that filled the room just moments ago is finally being sucked away by the emergency exhaust vents, but the damage is already done. You collapse onto your hands and knees on the cold tile, your chest heaving as the remaining static heat of the transformation fades. Your uniform is torn to pieces around you. Where smooth skin used to be, you are now covered in soft, cream-colored tan fur. Your ears have elongated into long, elegantly curved green leaves that twitch independently to the sound of the alarms, and a large, broad blade-like leaf tail rests heavily against the floor behind you—you have been completely turned into an anthropomorphic Leafeon.
A rough coughing sound breaks the silence. Dr. Aris stumbles out from behind a overturned workstation, swatting the last remnants of the green gas away from his face. His hair is a complete mess, and his safety goggles hang loosely around his neck. He freezes the absolute second his eyes lock onto you.
"Data logs... give me the data logs..." he mutters frantically, but his voice dies out as he stares at your new form. The sheer panic in his expression slowly gives way to something else—a profound, breathless scientific awe. He reaches into his lab coat pocket, pulling out a glowing biometric scanner and taking a cautious step toward you.
"The project... it actually stabilized," he whispers, his eyes darting from your leafy ears down to your paws. He approaches slowly, crouching down to your eye level while the red emergency lights bathe the room. "You're... you're a perfect botanical specimen. Can you understand me? Look at me. Does the nervous system in your foliage tail register pain, or is it purely structural? We have twenty-four hours before those doors open, and I need you to tell me exactly what you're feeling right now."
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