Short Blastoise TF commission for   TateLugia . Being a Water-type certainly gives you an advantage in these watergun fights, that's for certain.

Thumbnail by   Gloedik , who does some fun TFs, and who's page deserves a look.

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Today was a hot and humid day, and the sun was bearing down upon the grassy park. The perfect weather for a good old fashioned water gun fight, something Tate was in the midst of alongside their friends. The battle had been ongoing for quite a while, and things had begun to get a bit hectic, the cardboard walls and props they’d set up for cover starting to sag and collapse from the amount of water that had already been sprayed everywhere. Tate had been doing quite well, with the hybrid wolf having somehow managed to make it this far with only being grazed once by a stream of water from his opponents. But that luck would not last, as a jet of water knocked down the stack of boxes he was hiding behind, leaving him completely exposed.

Before Tate was able to get behind new cover, two boys from the other team were already on him, two bursts of water spewing out of their guns, the combined force knocking the hybrid wolf back onto the grass, his robes sopping wet, his fur matted and clumped together. Tate found themselves struggling to get back up onto their feet, their limbs feeling sluggish, their body like lead, but eventually he managed to make it back up, glaring at the two, their face flush with embarrassment as the duo laughed

Tate would feel their back start to harden and push out, straining their robe. Before Tate’s eyes, they’d watch their torso harden and expand, the robe tearing apart against the inflexible wall, revealing their new cream coloured underbelly. Their back continued to expand, turning brown as it formed a dome like shape, separated into large hexagonal shapes. A shell… Tate… had a shell? And a rather heavy one too, as Tate could feel it weighing down on him, his body instinctively hunching forward as his legs strained under its impressive bulk and weight, the small wolf hybrid's body not built for carrying such a large heavy object.

Their legs would shorten and widen out, almost as though they’d been squished by the weight of the shell, while the skin covering them turned a vibrant purple as it became thick and leathery, while their tail bulked up, becoming thick and triangular. However, it still wasn’t enough. Tate still found it hard to balance with the shell on their back, staggering backwards before catching themself, their toes digging into the dirt as they hardened into sharp white claws, and what was once their big toe twisted around to land on the back of their new cylindrical legs, providing that much needed stability alongside their new thick tail.

It was at this point Tate realised they were now hunching over naturally, balancing the now rather hefty weight of their body with their stance and tail. Now that its weight was no longer an issue, thanks to their new powerful legs, the shell was surprisingly comfortable.



Tate could only watch as their hands were pulled back into their arms they bulked up and turned the same vibrant purple colour, palms completely vanishing as their fingers fused together into three equidistant claws on the end of their limbs. Even if they wanted to continue playing, it'd certainly be hard to hold their water gun like this!


Tate's face would start to tingle as the changes finally made their way up their neck, their muzzle starting to widen as neon blue fur gave way to purple leather, with their chin and entire lower jaw turning a cream colour, the whole thing widening out into a round blunted snout. The leathery skin would continue to make its way across Tate's head, their ears keeping their pointed appearance, but shrinking down in comparison to their wider skull, while their eyes took on a more triangular shape with a furrowed brow. Interestingly, the red spike around their left eye remained, seemingly resistant to whatever forces were changing Tate's body

The changes seemed to finally be over… or were they? Tate would feel… something churning within their new shell, the plates on either side of their head rising up, forming windows as two large cylindrical tubes pushed their way out, resting on their shoulders, feeling rather powerful and heavy. These were… cannons? "Me… is a Blastoise?" Tate would exclaim in confusion and surprise as they looked over their new weapons, before staring back at the two who’d originally soaked him, a mischievous grin forming as he hunched over further, their shell churning, before two large blasts of water erupted from their new cannons, hitting the two as they were knocked back, becoming completely drenched from head to toe, the new Blastoise laughing back at their predicament, soon joined by their two friends who, while a bit nervous about what had just occurred to their friend, still high fived the aquatic tortoise.

With this increase of firepower, and the innate advantage being a water-type provided, it didn’t take long for Tate and his friends to come out on top, leaving the opposition soaked to the bone. But it was all in good fun, and it didn’t take long for the two teams to get back together and dry off, before going out to get lunch as a group. Nobody really knew what had caused Tate to change, both teams having used ordinary tap water for their weaponry, nor how long the once wolf hybrid would be stuck like this, but it was comforting to know that beneath the large tortoise’s exterior was the same dear friend they knew and loved. And besides, who hasn’t wanted their own pokemon friend in real life? Things would certainly be a lot more interesting from now on…