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“You still have us,” You say, waving to the other servants. “You still have all of us.”
The other servants, humans and pokemorphs alike, all come in closer in agreement. It didn’t matter whether they had been paid or not. They had all served Mr. Swanson and his family for many years, faithfully and through both good times and bad. There was still such a thing as loyalty. As you all embrace together, you watch as the door behind you fades away. As the dimensions dim, you find that you begin to glow.
“I’m…I’m evolving again!” You exclaim. Everyone around you gives you room as you feel power surge through your body. They all watch in awe as your form reshapes into one final evolution.
You find that your body grows taller in size, your frame and muscle mass changing to catch up with the rest of you. Despite this, you only feel slightly physically stronger. It is your mind that seems to increase in strength. Your eyes become weathered and wise as you look around you, perceiving the world with new insight and intuition. Your tail itself grows even long and bushier, now clearly capable of wrapping around your legs.
Your ears now grow to insane proportions, the hair inside now larger and spanning a boasting four foott span from ear to ear. The fur coat on your body becomes thicker, denser. It takes on the texture and pattern of flowing spellcaster robes. They make your clothes incredibly uncomfortable to wear as they tighten ever so on your body. Your handpaws have now finished their development to fully dexterous four fingered handpaws, capable of holding tightly to your fiery wand. The padding on them thickens and becomes more complete, the fur on your hands going from white to a dark black.
“Ah! A Delphox!” Mannus said with a hint of amazement and pride. “You’ve achieved your final evolution!”
“Just don’t set the house on fire,” One of the servants said, causing a few to burst out in friendly chuckles. The crisis their master had been facing has been completely forgotten to view the spectacle that is your ascension.
You look at the front of your nose as it become more pointed at the tip, your teeth rearranging and reshaping on the inside of your jaws as they finalize into what could be considered your adult phase. Though you know that you can speak quite clearly, you feel it is a waste of energy. Your mind has expanded far enough that you can communicate simply from using your mind. As the fur on your legs thickens, your clothes burst off of you, except for your shirt. As you look down, you find that you can’t even see your feet or toes any more.
<Can you all hear me?> You think aloud. At once, everyone looked around and in the air.
“Did someone say something?” Roland asked.
“I heard something,” Mannus said. “In my head.”
“We all just heard it,” Edric said. “It’s our friend here. She’s using her psychic powers to talk to us. How do you feel?”
<I feel…absolutely amazing!> You admit, but speak no more. Your changes were only at the midway point.
Your hair grows even longer now, now touching the floor with your tail. It is only a minor issue however. If you concentrate hard enough, you can gain a remote viewing of your surroundings from a perspective outside of your eyes. You can see everyone around you—more importantly, you can see the back of your own head. Thinking closely, you focus on managing it, braiding and fashioning it to where it looks rather regal, like that of a noble lady. Your furcoat is now all but complete on your body now as you gain the look of a royal sorcerer, flaming wand in hand.
<I think my changes are almost done,> You say to everyone.
The transformation process is indeed beginning to slow—your evolution is nearly complete. All that is needed are a few minor changes. The fur patterns on your body finalize and change to that of a Delphox instead of a braixen. Your muzzle grows out a bit longer, looking far more vulpine on your face as the fur sprouts out on your cheeks. Your tongue also lengthens out to match the new size of your mouth, though you do not open it to speak. As the light fades all about you, you twirl around with your flowing fur, signifying your changes to that of a Delphox Morph.
“You’re…you’re beautiful,” Mr. Swanson whispers, standing back up slowly on his new feet. You stand as tall as your master. He is utterly aghast at your true form fully recognized, but your mind tells you it is much more than that. His heartbeat has increased and his body heat rises just from beholding you. This doesn’t bother you in the least as he approaches you and wraps a handpaw around yours. “My dear…I never realized it before this day...I never knew it before, but I knew there was a reason I had hired you. Though no one is here in my service anymore, they all stay with me. This must be fate that has brought you to me. Though my wife has long since passed on, I’ve waited for another like you to appear. Please, I ask of you—marry me and I will do my best to make you happy.”
You are not sure at first what to say of this. You can tell that he is mostly utterly sincere when he says it. The future is unclear to you—you cannot be certain what awaits you on the horizon. You do not possess the power of precognition. You know, however, that Mr. Swanson has been very kind to you during your time as a housemaid. There was always a part of him that liked you, and you felt a part of you that loved him back. To be offered a handpaw in marriage like this makes your own heart flutter. You feel the urge to speak with you own mouth, hearing your mature, aged voice ring in the air.
“Of course, I will marry you,” are the last words your say before the two of you kiss.
Written by wrathofautumn on 20 June 2018
