Patreon Request #1: Misty into Vulpix TF/AR

The sound of splashing echoed out throughout the interior of the gym, the humid air filling the interior as a single figure swam expertly through the waters. The smell of chlorine was present inside as the young woman cut through the waters as gracefully as a mermaid, yet with a subtle, masculine strength. Her fingertips touched the wall and her body stopped, legs falling down into the water as she took deep breaths, pulling the goggles off her eyes. Her short bob of faded orange hair clung to her neck, the wet strands pulled downwards as she reached up and pulled herself over the edge of the pool, showing off the white, blue-trimmed one piece swimwear on her body.

Misty strolled across the concrete walkway that ran around the edges of the huge pool, dripping water all around her as she stepped towards a folded up towel resting on the bench lining the wall. The plain towel fell on top of her hair, the swimmer working her hands into the wet strands as she dried it, frizzing it up a little bit before moving the absorbent fabric down her body. The water disappeared from her body, now only feeling a bit damp before slinging the towel around her shoulders, reaching down for her water bottle and pulling the top, taking a deep swig of refreshing, drinkable water.

She let out soft, sated gasp, a pleased sigh as she brushed some damp strands of hair out of her face, turning around to face her empty gym with a blank, almost empty expression. The pool where she trained, kept fit and battled others… it was quiet today. No one had really come in. Not to use the pool, not to ask her for an autograph or for battle tips… or to even challenge her, really. In the Cerulean City spring, it made the place feel sleepy. Even a little lonely.

She took a deep breath and let out a long sigh, her shoulders sagging as she turned around slowly, grabbing her white jacket and thongs, putting them on as she walked the length of the pool. She walked a bit briskly, the interior of the gym starting to weigh down on her chest a bit, the stench of chlorine getting to her. She needed a bit of fresh air.

She pushed the glass doors of the gym open, the cool breeze hitting her body and sending shivers up her back, prompting her to zip up her jacket before standing there, staring out to the grass lined streets. She could see the grass waving in the wind, her ears listening out for the sound of the city. It truly was quiet today. Everyone must be busy at work or merely at home.

She let out an exasperated sigh, rubbing the back of her head as a bit of her personality trickled back in, wiping the lonely, thoughtful expression off her face. Man, this sucked. Everything was way too quiet today. It was making her restless and sad. Her boyfriend was at work right now, too… What was she going to do? Maybe she should head up to the cape or something, or give someone a ring. She could honestly go for a good battle right about now…

As she swayed her head back and forth, tapping on her leg as she considered what to do for a pick-me-up, the sound of heavy footsteps on the concrete path caught her attention. With a bit of curiosity present on her face, she turned to look at the aged, mustached postman, greeting her with the tip of his hat.
“Good afternoon, miss.” He said in a pleasant tone with a wavering voice, smiling from behind his painter’s brush mustache. “How are we today?”
Misty let out a breath from her nose, putting on a slight smile. “I’m alright. Could be better though.”
“Oh? That’s a shame. I hope things get better for you. The city sure is quiet today, hmm?”
Misty nodded a little in response, glancing away to look at the rows of buildings across the street from her. “It really is… Kinda the reason it’s getting me feelin’ a bit restless.”

“I understand, Miss Misty. Well then, it’s probably good fortune I found you at the gym, because I have a package for you.”
Her head turned back at his words, getting her to raise one of her thin eyebrows as the postman reached back to fumble around in his hefty postbag, pulling out a somewhat small brown paper parcel before holding it out with two hands for the gym leader.
Misty took it in one hand, feeling how surprisingly light it was before looking down at the blank surface of the paper, looking perplexed before looking back up to the stout man. “Fan mail?”
He only shrugged, closing the flap on his bag. “I’m not sure. It is strange there was no return address, though…”
Her eyes narrowed slightly. “...Are you sure this is safe? That it’s not going to be a bomb or something?”
“Oh, don’t fret about that. If it was a bomb or a biohazard, the office would’ve picked it up in checks and x-rays. The fact it is here in your hands means it’s safe.”

She hesitated still, but took the man’s word for it before looking down at the parcel, seeming thoughtful before nodding a little. “Alright. Thank you very much. I appreciate it.”
“Only doin’ my job, miss. You have a good day, alright?” The postman turned around and began to walk off, holding a hand up in farewell as Misty waved slowly back.
“Yeah, you too…” She trailed off as he got out of earshot, getting far away enough to leave her back in isolation, only hearing the sounds of the Kantonian winds in her ears. Her eyes moved from looking down the street to the parcel, giving it a confused and slightly annoyed look, shaking it a little before she steadied herself. “Alright you stupid thing. Show me what secrets you got for me.”

Her thin finger slipped under the folds and creases in the paper, ripping the tape that held it in place off as the covering fell away. She crumpled up the paper in her hands as it came off, slipping the small box out into her hands as she tucked the rubbish underneath her arm, hesitantly taking the lid off.
Inside was… fur. Firmly packed light yellow fur, filling the box in its entirety. Misty could only give a bewildered stare, her face slowly shifting to frustration. Really? Was this some kind of dumb joke? She shook her head, letting out an annoyed sigh. If there was something actually in here, they really wanted it to be kept cushioned… She was sure she could feel something when she shook the package…

Putting the lid on the ground, the gym leader dipped her hand into the soft cushioning, beginning to probe the box for anything. The fur was really soft, actually. Her fingers and hand sank right into it, coming up to her wrist as she felt around in the warm hairs, disrupting the peace and uniformity that was present in the box. Where was that damn thing…? It wasn’t in the center, maybe it was at the edge?

She continued to hunt aimlessly, feeling the pleasant hairs brush up against her hand, the breeze making the hairs on her neck stand on end. Her body felt weirdly warm, weirdly cozy… she was hunting for whatever thing this person had sent her, sure, but the material here was the thing more prominent on mind. This felt amazing…! She would love to have this as a blanket or something-

A flash of reddish-brown rubbing against her wrist caught her eye, making her stop her search as she pulled her hand out of the box. Her heart sank when she saw the colour was attached to her wrist… and even more so when she saw the state of her hand.
It was covered in a thin layer of brown hair, spreading and thickening before her very eyes that sought to cover the entirety of her hand. It creeped over onto her palm, where her nails had grown longer and sharper, her fingertips dark and swollen as was her palm. Her hand looked utterly monstrous, watching her fingers become thicker and shorter with horrified curiosity before the shock hit her square in the chest.

“Waaaahh!!” She let out a loud yell, throwing her hands up into the air as the box went flying, hitting the path as she backpedalled into the Gym’s wall. She pressed herself firmly into the wall, feeling the sensitive, rougher beans of her fingers against the wall… feeling it present on both of her hands. It took her a moment to realise that her situation was much further along than she had wanted.

While she had been fooling around with the package, blissfully unaware searching for something that wasn’t there, the curse of the tail fur had wormed its way deep into her core. Only now she was realising how pointed her ears had become, tipped with the same reddish brown fur that was spreading up her wrists. Only now she was realising how awkward it was to stand, her heel being forced off the ground as her toes became thick and stubby, the same thing that had happened to her hands happening to her feet. She felt how awkward it fitted on her white sandals, using the wall as support as her legs stretched in front of her, staring at her hands as her nose seemed more prominent in her vision, a cute little wet nose having already formed on her face. She hoped it would stop, hoped the changes would cease… But the sudden sinking feeling in her stomach, feeling her jacket get that little bit bigger confirmed that wasn’t the case at all.

She took heavy but slow breaths, watching the reddish brown hair beginning to creep out from her swimsuit, spreading down onto her thighs… watching her slight, tomboyish chest starting to get dwindle and flatten, disappearing as she got smaller and smaller. Her head started to seem heavier, her mind suddenly confused. Different thoughts and mannerisms began to trickle in, her personality going through rapid shifts as she began to feel… immature. She hadn’t felt like this since she was a… teenager…

Her heart clenched up again, feeling the back of her well-fitted swimsuit tighten as her tailbone grew and split into six, six curled tails beginning to press into the wall. She couldn’t be getting younger, right? This… All of this just had to be some kinda crazy dream. Had to be. The fur began to creep up to her neck, her orange hair starting to shift towards a redder colour, the shape of her hairdo beginning to fade ever so slightly as the fur at the top began to curl, yet the general shape remained in essence on her head.

Her body was starting to become much more childish, the swimsuit loose around her shoulders, showing the lighter cream fur on her stomach as the long jacket sleeves hid her smaller paws, three of her fingers becoming the cute little beans while the other two disappeared. Her mannerisms started to become more childish, tears welling in her eyes as she shook her head, a few of her six tails poking out through the looser leg holes of her bathers, struggling to stay up as her posture kept pushing her forward. It needed to stop…! She didn’t want to be a fox! She didn’t want to be young again!

But the curse didn’t obey. She continued to get smaller and younger, the years ticking down as did her size, her jacket and swimsuit beginning to swallow her as she had slipped out of her sandals a long time ago. Past the age of five, her short legs wobbling unsteadily as her strength began to fail her. Her mind, her memories became hazy. They were still there, they were just getting harder and harder to comprehend as the time kept slipping away from her. Four, three… She began to fall forward, the clothes around her cushioning her as she hit the ground, getting younger still. She weakly pushed herself off the ground, her motor skills dwindling as the once gym leader became as small and cute as a Vulpix who had recently come into the world, not quite a hatchling… but only just.

The confused Misty looked around from inside her swimsuit, looking out from her small window, her brown eyes looking for her mother. She didn’t find her mother. She was so confused and tired, the young fox scrunching her muzzle up before whimpering and howling quietly, letting out a cry into the quiet city.