"I wish it wasn't so cold."

It was an innocent little wish. Something that was not meant to be taken seriously. Already they could see the cabin in the distance, just a hop, skip, and a jump away from them and with a definite promise of warmth. However, as the snow began to fall, the wish was uttered all the same.

Whether it was the machinations of some unknown entity or the universe deciding that things had aligned just right, all three men began to change.

Centaurs were known for being stoic, able to survive in the wild with nothing but the fur on their backs. A little snow would not bother them at all. Chiron could only grin as his clothes split apart from the seams to show the world his golden hide as it grew in. Already he could see his hooves dancing in the open air as a muzzle pushed out of his face. Strong and muscular, he could feel his body swelling in size as he adopted a form that would rival that of the tallest man. Horsebrush tail swishing excitedly behind him, he waited with barely contained anticipation for his front hooves to finally develop enough for him to settle onto all fours as a proper taur.

Pheagle, for his part, could barely mourn the loss of his favorite winter clothing as a large red striped tail burst from his backside. Everything was happening so quickly that his thoughts of being cold were far removed from his perspective, even as the feeling itself died as fur raced across his chilled human skin. Clutching at a bamboo stick, a sense of coincidence carried in its form, he collapsed onto his knees as the feelings of change became too much. As thick fur bristled at his cheeks, a mask cross over his face, he could not help but stare in wonder at his steadily growing muzzle. Warmth would no longer be an issue for him, but what about everything else?

Out of the three men, Rygone seemed to be having the most dramatic change. Though the same wash of fur spread over his body, his legs realigning into a more digitigrade stance, several curious tents began to rise underneath his shirt. Slowly his beanie was pushed back by a rising crown of ice as his voice crept higher, more feminine. Diamond shapes crossed over his body, ears reaching up into animal points as a flat tail swished behind her and two stiff bangs waved down her face. Letting out a cute "Glaceon!" of surprise, Rygone could only watch as her hand turned into a paw before her eyes. Would she even be able to keep her stance as a person? Or would she be left on all fours like an animal? Somehow she knew it was not going to be the former.

The wind picked up, swishing snow about the three as they shuffled in the frozen white, but they could no longer feel it. Their new bodies assured them of that. Question was, now what?

Only silence answered them.

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Though I enjoy turning others into female Pokemon, I'm certainly not against transforming myself in the same way, however rare that may be.

This was a YCH won a good while ago that I'm only now getting around to posting. I'm always amused by the diversity of transformations shown here but hey, at least we're all warm now!

Art by  BinturongBoy

Chiron belongs to  Chiron

Pheagle belongs to  Pheagle Adler

Rygone belongs to  Rygone