Clash of the Pok?titans (GTS/hourglass/TF)

[Daichi Azure]

-turns on the PA system-

GOOD NEWS EVERYBODY!

Geno's announced on his DA journal that the next chapter is at 33% finished...so we'll have to hang in there and hope the fires don't die out in his epic forge of mindpowered epicy goodness that this story has become!

[geno13]

Aaaand, here it is. i blame a nasty case of acid reflux and immediately followed by a thrown out shoulder blade that put me out of the mood to draw until both blew over.

Art by CinderBH

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Chapter 5 - Candice the Frost Titan

Snowpoint City, a winter wonderland of a city where stout trees and buildings are blanketed in thick snow, located in the far north of the far north region of Sinnoh. The Gym at the heart of the city is home to yet another youthful lass of a gym leader: A spry and self-proclaimed fashionista known as Candice.

The girl in question was busy at home, rummaging through her closet for the warmest and best looking jacket to wear. Outside the city, a strong snowstorm was starting to pick up and she needed to keep herself from getting frostbite on her journey.

It had been only a day since her very close friend and fellow gym leader had not arrived in Snowpoint, despite everyone she called in Veilstone claiming she left shortly after some silly egg-eating contest, or something like that. The worried black haired girl soon bolted from her room and out her front door; her final choice of outfit was a thick, fluffy, azure, hooded coat over her usual school uniform, a buttoned white shirt with an azure bow on her chest, tan colored skirt, azure and white striped socks and matching tan shoes.

“Don’t worry Maylene, Candice will rescue you!” she said in her usual manner of referring to herself in the third person as she took out a poke ball. “Come on Mamoswine!” in a flash of white light, a massive eight foot tall Pokémon in the form of a brown furred elephant with a stubby hog’s snout appeared and let out a mighty, rumbling elephantine trumpet. Using her long fluffy hair to climb onto her back, Candice soon set off on her warm bulky mount.

Hours later, she and her mammoth companion would find themselves directly in the middle of a brewing snowstorm ravaging the woods of the normally peaceful route. The icy wind stung her face as she attempted to shield herself, only for her to soon let out a frustrated groan.

“We can’t go anywhere until this dies down. Let’s hurry and find some place to wait it out… hopefully she isn’t out there in this weather.” Candice added with a worried tone.

They soon found shelter in the form of a nice dry mountainside cave, where she and a few more of her released Pokémon set up a bonfire and a small campsite. She would soon fall fast asleep, cradling herself against the fluffy white body of her Abomasnow.

“So warm…” she cooed before drifting off to dreamland “Candice wishes she could be this comfy in this kinda weather…”

Many hours later, she woke up to a startling sound: just outside the cave a large booming noise resonated, followed by another and another… sounding almost like huge footsteps or something from a heavy Pokémon. For some reason, this commotion barely seemed to bother any of the Ice Gym Leader’s other icy companions; their only concern seemed to be how startled their trainer was.

Before she could entertain the ominous thought of a giant monster outside the cave ready to devour her any further though, a faint glimmer in the upper walls of her cave caught her eye. The approaching sound soon sent tremors throughout the walls, making the glimmering object fall to the floor, right at the girl’s feet. It was a very pretty gem, shaped like a six pronged snowflake in an overall hexagon shape.

“Oooh, hey! Get a load of this!” Candice cooed in delight as she picked up the large crystal snowflake. It felt unbelievably cold in her grasp, like clutching a solid ice sculpture, causing her to instinctively drop it as the cold bit her fingers. The moment it hit the ground the strange gem shattered at her feet, releasing a chilly, numbing cloud of bright blue powder snow, shimmering like tiny diamonds as it spiraled all around her.

Candice let out a shriek as the freezing gust stung her skin, sending shivers down her body. The raging blizzard outsize seemed to be making its way into the once safe cave in the form of tendrils of snowy wind, latching onto the swirling cloud and beckoning her to step outside.

“N-no… I-I… c-can’t…!” she cried as she felt her stiff legs moving on their own, dragging her out of the cave “I’ll freeze! It’s so cold, so… so… huh…!?” Candice opened her eyes, examining her body as her skin began to lose its color. ”I’m… fine…?” indeed, the once blistering deadly wind around her had suddenly began to stop burning her flesh. At this point, she thought she was starting to develop hypothermia, but now… she felt perfect fine, as if she was taking a stroll on a midsummer night; it was as if her body temperature or perhaps her entire body was adjusting.

She continued to examine herself, noting that her coat was now tied around her waist, leaving only her uniform to shield her against the wind. She gasped as her now pale white skin took on a faint shade of blue, staring as her hand and how her nails began to grow right in front of her eyes; stretching out into pointed one inch claws.

Surprisingly considered her current location, her body would soon begin to heat up, sweat starting to form at her brow as the miniature blizzard around her raged onwards. She could swear that her shirt was starting to feel tighter and tighter with every breath; like it swelled up bigger with every inhale and never shrunk down with the proceeding exhale. Her nipples soon growing erect in a matter of seconds as they brushed up against her bra, the bow on her top began to make a little groan of protest as bigger and bigger gaps were appearing between each button of her shirt.

“Wh-what!? N-no way… they can’t be-“ she flinched a bit as something shot out from her chest and hit a nearby rock with a light sound. One by one, her buttons were flying off of her now head-sized melons as they kept on swelling; nipples starting to twitch and swell against the confines of her lacey cups that were being filled like pear colored cauldrons filling with blueberry cream pudding. With shivering hands, she attempted to release her bra by tucking her long-nailed fingers under her skintight shirt, only for it to finally snap and fall to the snow; no longer digging painfully into her pale blue flesh of her mighty bulging bosoms. All her buttons were soon sent flying into the white abyss of the blizzard as her titanic avalanche of titflesh finally pushed through, already passing the size of her head and their soft wobbling cusps descending more and more down her stomach.

She let out a gasp of lustful delight as her hands shot up to them, cradling their pillow-like mass and letting them overflow her fingers and her perky puffy dark blue nipples standing at attention like tiny icicles atop igloo-like areola.

The feeling of her pointed sharp nails teasing her nubs would distract the changing ice expert from the fact that her stockings were starting to split with a loud steady ripping sound from her growing calves while her panties had developed into more of a thong by this point, the front starting to press hard against her moist cool slit. Her already tiny skirt covering less and less from her slender legs growing longer and shapelier; thighs thickening and her waist thinning to accent her somewhat widened hips that would soon tear the rim of her skirt, sending it to join her bra in the snow at her feet.

“Ouuuugh~!” Candice howled in delight “C-can… Candice… growing up… wait… oh my!” looking over at a nearby pine tree blanketed in diamond dust would prove her suspicions right by the sight of it becoming more even in height with her. At first, she assumed that with her blue skin and unnaturally bloating boobs that she was just aging into some kind of snow-bimbo, but now… now it was clear that she was over ten feet tall and steadily climbing higher! Her shoes and socks had already split and burst into rags, joining the rest of her destroyed wardrobe at her feet. This thought only saddened her more as she soon felt her coat untying the knot in its sleeves and her shoulders tearing apart the rest of her shirt. “A-At least… at least the coat survived.” She moaned as she tried to get her mind back to the amazing pleasure of her still swelling breasts; now at least double the size of her head each and nearing her belly button.

Her pleasure only began to rise as she became even with and surpassed the height of the nearby twenty-five foot tree. As she stuck out her hand with a flat palm to compare the tip of it to the tip of her head, she now noticed that her nails had started to grow again, taking on a thicker translucent form as they grew as long as her hands and kept going. One of them crept down to her awaiting bare snatch as a few drops of her icy feminine honey dribbled past her statuesque thighs, freezing before it could reach the ground and turning into frost on contact with her upper thighs cool blue skin.

“In… credible… Candice feels… alive!!” she boomed as she was nearing thirty feet. Her hairpins on each temple quickly snapped off in protest to her growing hair along with the rubber bands tying her black hair into braids. Liberated from their restraints, the flowing cape of raven black descended down her back and all the way to the small of it, just above the slight shelf of her shapely rear. Her normally tied back side bangs stretched down to just above her collar bone. The tips of her hair froze over into icy blue highlights and curled inward, enticing a little giggle from her as it brushed up against her spine.

“Hee hee… mmm, Candice has haircicles now, how delightf-uuuul~!!” her knees began to buckle, she could feel an orgasm coming along as her nails gently prodded at her inner sanctum of her ice-cold pussy. The chill of her growing claws delicately scraping her inner walls was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Again, this would almost distract her from another change as she began to bend over: A small white nub growing just above her perky ass cheeks, then quickly sprouting into a smooth white fleshy tail that grew and thickened until it swished the snow of the ground fifty feet below her; its tip soon spreading into a wide fan of skin like that of a mighty Dewgong.

Her shoulder blades began to ache as her pleasure reached its peak; four hard ivory-like spines began to grow out of her back, followed by a half-dome-shaped shell underneath each pair, like a pair of wings, she now possessed a sleeker version of a set of Cloyster valves. Her passion for fashion seemed to begin manifesting into an odd combination of cloth and natural fur that began to envelop her arms, starting just below her undefined deltoids and growing longer and thicker until they completely shrouded her hands, like the sleeves of a beautiful kimono; even gaining a pattern at the cuffs, like a series of jutting icicles against the snowy white fabric. Soon, more of the fabric-fur began to cover her toes followed by her feet, and all the way up past her calves, stopping at her knees and ending in ruffled jutting frills, now the same brown color as her old skirt and shoes, kind of like a Snover's lower half; even her stance permanently changed to walking perfectly on the balls of her feet, as if supported by invisible stiletto heels, making her legs and backside jut out more and her hips sway with every step. Finally, a silky strip of light blue like Articuno's feathers hugged her lovely hips, now in equal width to her shoulders. A lacey blue strap hugged each inner thigh as well as meeting in the back and becoming a natural thong that wedged comfortably between her plush firm cheeks. In the front, the strips seemed to meet just under her lovely venus mound, keeping her womanhood on full display as a row of soft blue feathers grew underneath the straps into a scantily mesh of a thong and skirt that only accented her most private areas instead of covering them. Last and certainly not least, as her mighty gigantic snowy hills of mammary ceased their growing at a massive triple her head’s size each and their cusps just passing her navel, her natural kimono just *barely* slid up it to cover each nipple to the areola, leaving a massive bounty of exposed blue titflesh on display.

With the the last of her changes settling in, the icy titan has finally reached a shrieking climax, at her final height of a glorious one hundred feet. From head to toe (closer to one hundred and three, considering her stance). By now, her long spindly nails were five massive blade of white ice with her original fingers seemingly harmlessly encased at the base beneath her kimono sleeves. Each about the size and shape of a short sword, she could only insert them in her pleasure passage one at a time. She brought it up to her face and past her now fuller lips to give it a lick, giving a coy chuckle as she felt the juices turn into brine in her mouth.

Unfortunately, her exploration of her new body was interrupted by the return of the shaking ground. Standing before her, shrouded by the snowstorm except for its glowing yellow eyes was a massive beast, equally as huge as her statuesque, yet sleek form. She let out an inhuman hiss as it began to draw close, instinctively raising one of her clawed hands and rushing forward, just as the unknown opponent charged in, spreading out four appendages… or were they five?

She suddenly stopped in her tracks right as her index icicle touched the neck of… some kind of wild pink haired… four armed… and massively endowed Pokémon that had its own upper right fist frozen mere inches away from her jaw.

“It… it isn’t possible… May…lene…?” the newly grown Ice Titan said in a soft, mature voice.

“Can… dice…?” the beast replied, with an equally mature, but more husky tone.

“Oh… oh my Arceus! It is you! Candice was so worried about you, darling!” The gym leader said with delight, not even realizing the two of them weren’t even speaking English anymore, but instead their own unique Poké-speak.

“Candy~!” the chilly titan soon found herself bear-hugged by the girl’s powerful train-sized arms; Candice’s much more immense bounty of tit mashing into her still impressive rack erected above slab-like pecs. The feeling of warmth would have made her feel a lot less uncomfortable… but that thought was distracted by a certain ‘fifth arm’ resting between her inner thighs.

Candice like out a yelp as she leaped backwards a bit, recollecting herself as her eyes travelled down to the throbbing veiny cock between the Strength Titan’s thighs. “What… what is… what is that thing doing there!?” she pointed with one of her claws, an utterly enthralled look on her face.

“Huh… Oh! Ohhhh!” the burly titan gave a coy fanged smile as she stroked her mighty column with her lowest and closest hand. “I grew it, what else? It sprouted along with the rest of this!” she flexed her upper arms, showing her already massive biceps and triceps swelling and quivering.

Candice was absolutely entranced, her mouth gaped open and her eyes practically sparkling as she clasped her claws together under her mountainous chest, like a schoolgirl eyeing a brand new dress. “It’s… glorious! You’re like a mountain of raw power and… and…” she sniffed the air, letting out a dark blue blush atop her cheeks. “And your pheromones are flooding out, aren’t they?”

“M-maybe… yeah…” Maylene just stared as Candice began to pose seductively with her claws gently caressing her own massive bosom… and removing the restraint of her natural kimono, letting them flop out with a glorious bounce. “Can… can I… please… mate with you?” her cheeks burning up in spite of the cold weather.

“Oh ho ho ho ho~!” the ice queen put a clawed hand to the side of her cheek “Certainly not, you would tear poor Candice apart from the inside with that beautiful thing… no… instead…” she spread her arms and let herself fall backwards; a flurry of snow forming under her into a massive snowbank to cushion her fall. “You shall have your pole take a trip northward, if you please~” her claws gripped her breasts gently and pulled them apart to reveal an almost literal canyon of cleavage.

“Oh... god! Yes!” Maylene leaped forward, pouncing onto her new prey like a Houndoom in heat and readied her massive phallus, the ground below feeling strangely not so cold as her knees sunk into the snow. Soon her throbbing treetrunk-like mass plowed straight through the gap between the twin mountains of cool flesh. Candice gave a delighted moan in response as she pressed into the sides of them with her icy claws, gasping incredulously as the head-sized tip pierced its way through the other end and began to press into her lips. Muffling the rest of her moans, Candice pressed as much of her open lips against it as she could, sucking on it as Maylene began to slowly thrust harder and harder. Their bodies speeding up more and more as little by little the snow began to melt around them from their own heated passion and wild lust. Candice would find that just the feeling of the friction from Maylene’s ropey veins rubbing against her soft, tightened inner bosom flesh was enough to bring her closer and closer to another climax. Their tails thrashing about and their bodies throbbing with passion as Maylene and Candice soon let out a duet of shrill and roaring cries of pleasure that echoed across the snowy route, and caused the snow from a nearby mountain to fall. The ice titan would feel a wash of her feminine honey gush between her legs and drench her new skirt as her face was pelted with stream after ropey stream of hot warm -spunk.

“Ahhhh… damn… that was the best!” roared Maylene in triumph as she fell back off her lover, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

“Well... I’m glad you’re satisfied.” Candice leaned up, much to her annoyance, her face covered in slowly freezing seed that she began to flick and wipe off of her like she was splatted in the face with vanilla soft serve; she would note to herself that it tasted remarkably similar.

Maylene snickered at the sight, covering her mouth with the nearest hand. “Sorry Candy, next time I’ll bring cones!” she burst out laughing, falling onto her back, right before her face was pelted by a snowball.

Candice was already scooping up more and expertly crafting them between her iced fingers in seconds. “Cone these.” She said playfully, pelting her with more.

Maylene herself soon found herself cracking up as she picked up her own arsenal in all four hands and began challenging her mate to the mother of all snowball fights. Candice’s team of Ice types watched from the cave as the snowstorm finally dissipated… embarrassed looks shared between them as they watched the two titans have their childlike winter merriment, like they were still normal-sized human children.

[Daichi Azure]

Today is a good day...i found my lucky pants and I gets updates!

Plus i wonder whom will be next and I can understand that acid reflux can be a bit of a downer at times

[geno13]

As an added bonus, here are two finished illustrations of two of the titans drawn by my co-creater for this project, CinderBH.

[railbreaker2005]

Wow, these are nice. I'm not sure which I like more, seeing the transformed girls, or new art from Cinder.

[geno13]

Just a little Halloween themed titan chapter I thought of on the spot: if there's such thing as an eighteenth mystery type for certain moves and glitches... why not a titan?

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Chapter ゥ .4 - Fennel the Missing Titan

欠番
Beneath the seas, besides the flame,
Off the coast where the lost beast came,
To bring the world misery and shame,
A piece of the world is missing.

The path you should have never crossed,
The Beast exacts a heavy cost,
The number of the Beast is lost,
You will know it by its hissing.

The bones from hell you cannot tame,
Devour your life and all your fame,
That is the price to play its game,
And all while you're reminiscing.
-Lewis Lovhaug

“What in tarnation are you talking about, lady!?” a befuddled and bald old man asked as he nearly dropped his mug of fresh coffee.

The woman he was talking to massaged her temples, brushing her purple and pink Munna flower hairpin out of the way to do so. “Look… I know I sound absolutely out of my mind-“

“Yer darn tootin.” The old man blerted. “Why does a grown woman wanna know how ta catch Pokémon?”

“-BUT, just please her me out! I traveled all the way here from Unova for this! It’s for a very important experiment that could be a scientific breakthrough in the field of Pokémon research!”

“Er… listen, Miss… Funnel?”

“Fennel.”

“Eh?”

“My name is Doctor Fennel, if you please.”

“Eh, fine, Doctor Fennel, if you really wanna, I’ll do yer little song un dance. I mean, if it means dat much to ya.” The old man of Vridian City grumbled, pulling out an empty Pokéball from his pockets, along with another he chucked to the ground and summoned a tiny orange worm Pokémon with black dot eyes and a pudgy ovular nose.

“Oh thank you thank you thank you!” the bispecticaled researcher jumped for joy “Oh! So you use your own Pokémon for this demonstration?” she had heard rumors a long time ago that an old man in the Kanto Region would demonstrate to rookie trainers traveling from Pallette town on how to catch Pokémon… This was somehow essential to the famous Unova doctor in some way or another.

“Course I am.” The old man retorted grumpily “where do ya think I would get that many pokéballs and dat many Weedles if ah didn’t, eh!?” he turned with a friendlier face to his little insect Pokémon “Hokay Weedy, you know da drill. Put on a good show for the nice crazy doc.”

“Hey!” Fennel merely puffed out her cheeks and crossed her arms as the old man readied his little red and white ball.

“Pokébaaaall…” he reared back, dropping his cane as he lifted his leg out like a baseball pitcher “go-OOHCH!” there was a light popping noise as his ball flung out of his hands and at the little orange bug Pokémon. Instead of hitting it, the ball fell to the ground a foot from its target and rolled off to the side. The little Weedle emitting a bit of sweat from its orange carapace as it scurried over and nudged the ball’s button with its nose, activating it and trapping him inside enveloping him in a ray of glowing red. The ball gave a few shakes before the red light glowing on the button turned off.

The old man walked over to the ball after pushing his lower back with his fist, popping it back to normal with a soft cracking noise. “Yeesh, I’m outta practice. So girly, does ma little demonstration teach ya enough about catching- hey!”

Fennel had already produced her own pokéball, quickly tossing it to the ground while taking out an old ragged book in her possession. The ball quickly summoned a large long beaked bird with a pinkish crown. “I’m sorry, sir, but that will do. Thank you so much for helping me, but I don’t have any time to explain. Fearow! Fly! Now!”

The old man just stared dumbfounded as the scientist frantically climbed atop the large bird Pokémon and took off into the sky; his jaw dropping so hard that his dentures almost popped out. “What a loony scientist!” he said as he picked up his balls “Strange… ahm getting the weirdest case of deja-whatsit…”

Off the coast of Kanto, the bird flew straight south, heading for the almost forgotten island, Cinnabar. This former island paradise use to be the home of not only a genius Gym Leader and his fire themed gym, but also a super advanced research facility able to clone fossilized ancient Pokémon, as well as cloning the legendary psychic Mewtwo from the cells of the equally rare Mew. Even more rumors – Fennel researched over the years – had also told of various failed and unethical experiments that may have led to the creation of the Ditto and Porygon species and perhaps other unknown organisms… but of course, this was only an urban legend spread years ago, even after the lab’s burial. Four or so years ago Cinnibar’s normally stable composite volcano suddenly erupted spewing forth toxic fumes, a shower of ash and of course, waves upon waves of molten lava that utterly smothered and decimated the island.

This event was always a touchy subject for Fennel; though the majority of the island residents were safely evacuated in time, there were still and handful that didn’t make it. Among these casualties was a very close penpal of Fennel’s, a researcher by the name of Leah. Her very last letter from her told of some interesting documents she had discovered in the abandoned Pokémon Mansion entitled “Pokémon X”, which she would send copies to her in her next reply at the end of the week; it just so happens that planned date was a day or so after the sudden eruption, she was last seen entering the mansion’s doors, never to return out, even as waves of lava overtook the ancient structure.

Fennel wiped a tear from her eye shed from reliving the memories of hearing about the accident, the fear for her friend’s life and the despair upon reading her names among the small number that perished from the natural disaster.

“Leah… don’t you worry. I’ll solve this little mystery, for you! I won’t let your research be in vain!” she shouted dramatically to the sky as they neared the skeleton of an island: The only structure left was rebuilt Pokémon Center that the lava and ash miraculously barely damaged, as well as a small shrine near it that paid respect to the lives lost on that faithful day; the rest of the terrain was sandy beaches and piles of solidified lava coating the once destructive mountain like a perverted elementary school science project.

Dropping by the Pokémon Center, Fennel let her Pokémon she had been lent from Professor Juniper take a rest as she went to prey and pay her respects to her lost friend at the shrine. As she closed her eyes and said a few words, she glanced at the rotting old book in her hand; its cover was inscribed with frantic penmarks the word that haunted her memories: “Pokémon X” the X having a horizontal dash through it for some reason. Looking through the eerie pages brought back memories of when she first obtained it:

At least six months ago, she had received the tome in the mail with no return address, also enclosed with an envelope between the cover and first page. Thinking it was either a gift from Cheren or Lenora; she opened and read the letter… dropping the book at her toes as she discovered who it was from and what it said. It appeared to be a letter her deceased friend had written and meant to send before the incident, detailing the research she had found and how it seemed to be an early experiment by the Pokémon Mansion long departed master… and how whatever it entailed; it seemed to have driven him mad before his eventual disappearance. Further research into the books pages at first details well written notes and details on an experiment meant to synthesize organic matter into digital form, then more details on attempting to use the cells of Mew, then the possibility of discovering a new breed of Pokémon, perhaps even as a new and unknown type… then the chapters began to descend in quality. Dots of ink and frantic strokes accompanied the researcher’s notes, lamenting his failures at every turn, the painful screeching of the specimens, the sudden glitches and corruption of data for the equipment and the bizarre nightmares he began having every night growing more terrifying as the project went on. Finally the pages consisted of nothing but scribbles and cryptic poems and coded messages, perhaps even chaotic yet finely detailed instructions on how to find a certain… thing… by which Fennel was still not certain of, at least the time; though now she had her guesses.

“’Seek the guidance of the old man and his worm in the land of Earth, then return to the home of Fire and seek the area east along the coast of foam… there you will find… it…’ ‘A piece of the world is missing.’ Is this what you wanted to tell me?” Fennel of course would get no response from the empty sculpture before her as she closed the book. “Well… it wouldn’t hurt to try. It may just be a wild Psyduck chase in the form of an elaborate Bloody Mary ritual, I-I just… just have to be careful.” She shuddered.

Fennel would soon find herself blazing a trail around the volcano island, shaking more and more as she ventured closer and closer to the eastern shore of the island, facing the Seafoam Islands off in the distance. The beach had nearly been completely engulfed by lava, leaving only a very brief strip of sand that the ocean shore lapped with the tide. It was getting late, and she wondered if she had taken too long to let her Pokémon rest and rejoin her to interrupt this mad ritual. She soon pulled out another ball, this time summoning an elegant blue sea turtle-like creature with a long dinosaur neck and head.

“OK Lapras, nice and easy.” Fennel hopped atop its spiny shell as the sun began its descent, eclipsed by the ominous volcano as it set to the west behind them. “Just… pace the water near here and turn around once you reach a dead end… I can’t believe I’m doing this…”

The sea Pokémon gave a confused look before paddling its way down the shore, as deep as it could possibly swim in without scraping its belly across the sand and still keeping the island beach nearby. Hours upon hours passed by as Fennel laid atop the tiring Pokémon’s back; so far, all they encountered were a few cheeky Tentacool scrapping for a fight that Lapras bodyslammed and ice beamed into submission… but no signs of whatever it was that Fennel was searching for. Once night fell and stars blanketed the sky, the doctor soon felt herself drifting to sleep, unable to keep her heavy eyes open much longer as she collapsed on the shell of the exhausted sea beast.

Fennel soon found herself walking the shore alone, spotting a lone figure in the distance, a girl in a tattered white labcoat with her overgrown messy locks of hair blocking most of her body.

“L…Leah?” she approached the mysterious woman, grabbing her arm to force her to turn around… now taking note that her skin was a deathly pale tint… with random black marks like the lines on a computer chip crossed with dead black veins. Her dead friend’s face soon turned to meet hers… nothing but a grinning jagged toothed mouth adorned it and nothing more! Leah’s mouth-face opened as wide as it could; nothing but an endless black void within it as it began to scream.

A shrill screech startled Fennel awake from her nightmare, her body drenched in sweat with her pink dress under her labcoat clinging to her. She picked up her glasses lying next to her in the sand… along with her full pokeball with Lapras resting within; she had no recollection of returning it, which only served to panic her further. Judging by the position of the crescent moon above, it was very close to midnight and she was soon aware of a chill going up her spine as the summer air began to feel colder by the minute.

She frantically put her rectangular spectacles back on and pocketed the ball, now it felt like she was being watched. She half expected to see a nine foot tall man in a tuxedo and no face staring at her off in the distance. Scanning the terrain thankfully produced no such skinny gent, but instead, a tiny flickering white light glinting at her from ten feet away. She soon found herself drawn to the light, perhaps this was a sign? Now standing at her feet, half buried in the soggy sand was a very curious object: a whitish cube decorated with random rectangular smudges of light brown and violet, each side of the cube had a square shaped hole in it that met the other five holes in the center; a menger sponge, if she recalled correctly. The light cube continued shining a mysterious randomly flickering light as she picked it up… only to soon find herself unable to drop it, let alone remove it from the skin it touched!

She let out a terrified scream as the void cube suddenly burst into pieces all around her the random pixel-like shards of white, black, beige and purple danced around her as the air itself began to grow a static-like distortion. Though her cries of fear were soon replaced by silence; the pixels soon clung to her body, feeling electrical jolt after jolt from each individual square making contact and absorbing into her very skin, burning holes through her clothes in order to get to it. She could barely even talk now, except for the occasional moan as her lab coat was slowly eaten away, falling apart rag by rag from her numb body as if she was attacked by a rogue hole-puncher with a square cutter. Even her pink one piece dress was not spared, peeled away piece by piece until only her light purple lacey bra and panties remained, which curiously began to feel like they were digging into her hips and shoulders with every passing second.

Her paralyzed body soon began to stretch across the sand, lying on her back with her knees slightly bent. She watched in terror and a slight feeling of wonderment as she was apparently growing taller and taller, her legs stretching out with her thighs beginning to gain more mass, swelling slowly outwards as her feet soon split her pink slipper-like shoes. Her bra and panties soon snapping off, revealing a moistening pussy down below and a cute pair of seashell pink nipples up top that began to harden and pulsate with pleasure as the areola began to spread over her titflesh. The flesh in question seemingly jiggling with delight on its own as the remaining pixels started to cling to it; tickling her as well as sending her tiny multiple jolts of pleasure, all while her modest bust began to grow larger and larger. Her hips and ass soon following suit by the time she reached over twelve feet, cracking and groaning as they neared and soon surpassed the width of her shoulders while her padded rear end pushed more and more against the beach, spreading across the rough sand like pancake batter over a skillet.

By this time, her rectangular glasses with a small roll of white tape between the lenses rested precariously on the bridge of her nose like a pair of comically small reading glasses; having long slipped off her too-large ears that began to grow long, pointed and elfin-like, stretching out from her skull by about a foot, if she weren’t already twenty feet tall and climbing faster and faster. A large bump soon formed on the right side of her forehead and soon sprouted into a conical, but slightly curved up horn with square-toothed segments along it like the teeth of a cog. The horn itself resembling a twisted Rhydon’s horn that grew right at the part in her dark blue hair; which soon began to take on the same square-toothed cog pattern on her horn, the ends of her hair ending in an even pattern of square segments, like the pattern of the edge of a medieval knight’s robe.

Her bangs soon were liberated by her snapping hairband that held them back on her left side, covering most of the top part of her face for the rest of her metamorphosis. Her legs began to rub together on their own, feeling her excited juices trail down her thighs before her skin began to stick together for each leg one patch at a time until everything below the pelvis was a single large nub of flesh like a scale and tail-less mermaid. She tried her best to scream from witnessing this as her skin began to take on a pale white tone, dotted with random patches of light purple, black and light brown, like she was made out of some discolored modern camouflage print fabric. Her hands began to tingle as her fingers stretched forward, her nails vanishing as they formed into long spindly claws that soon began to harden and sharpen themselves until the area from her fingers to halfway up her elongated forearms looked like a mesh of geometric light purple shapes crudely sculpted into overly stretched and clawed hands down to each polygon connected in the same way each joint and digit once was.

A stinging pain resonated at her shoulder blades before long spindly white bones erupted outward, like the skeletal remains of a dragon’s wings in five long spindly spines that soon began to move and flap on their own. The area where a fleshy membrane should have been began to gain a static hologram-like distortion of bright pink that randomly flickered between each bony segment as she found herself taking flight, hovering over the smaller and smaller beach with her sixty foot mutating body. Soon another pair of lumps grew on either childbearing hip visibly wider than her shoulders. Sprouting a pair of long sharp blades followed by boney arms in the vague perverted resemblance of a skeletal Kabutops’s arms, sharpening themselves against each other’s blade, just in front of her still moistening pussy… and to her shock, bumping their wrists teasingly against the bottom cusps of her now massive bosoms; each one now at least double the size of her head and distending a bit past her belly button.

Soon, her feet began to merge into a pointed tip at the end of her melded legs and soon began to stretch outward into a long whipping ghost-like tail. The tip began to look a bit distorted as tiny square-shaped holes began to decorate it with larger and larger ones appearing closer up her hips, but in fewer amounts; almost as if her whole skin was starting to glitch… glitch… glitch… the more she thought of this word, the more it began to appeal to her.

“Glitch… yesss… of course, it’s all so… clear to me now, yet it isn’t. So… so… sooooo… simplistically complicated, dwindalingly massive and… yessss… grotesquely beautiful!!” her voice began to take on an odd distortion to it, as if being filtered through a faulty computer’s speaker or like a corrupted sound file.

She reared her head back, her hair parting like a single long drape to reveal a disturbingly twisted inhuman face: Her eyes now nothing but perfect circles of dark purple with a shade of pink, seemingly painted on to a smooth nose-less face like an incomplete doll. Her mouth now appearing as wide grinning maw like a jack-o-lantern’s; as if it was carved on with a jagged pattern of square pegs that resembled square cog-shaped teeth that perfectly locked together like one when she closed her mouth. Past the gaping cog-maw was a glowing endless vortex of purple and pink with traces of black pixels here and there like she was housing a Technicolor black hole in her throat.

“Le… le… leleleleaaahhhh~ a piece of the world *is* missing… AnD i Am NoW tHaT pIeCe!1!” she cackled a most inhuman screeching laugh that was also as if her voice was badly filtered through a crude device’s speaker.

“Leah… thank you… thank you so much!” she hugged her savagely endowed ghostly body with both her polygon and bony scythe arms, paying extra attention to her patchy bulbous breasts with her polygon claws digging deep into her flesh and letting it overflow the gaps in them. Strangely, a quick squirting stream of what appeared to be crystal clear water spurted out of each dark violet puffy nipple with each polygon-claw’s grope. Her lower skeletal arms used the blunt ends of their wrists to rub at her dripping womanhood glistening off the now hundred feet long colossus of flesh and corrupted organic and inorganic data.

“Soon… sooon… soonsoonsoonsoonSOON the world shall feel our misery… our shame, and they will gaze upon our glitched and bRoKeN form and know… no… know… that we are true beauty in ErRoR.”

Her shrill screeching laughter soon awoke the few humans left on the isle. Though reports of the incident days later from the head nurse would be nothing more than a strange ethereal mass of static appearing and disappearing from the source of the noise on the eastern shore… followed by Fennel’s rented Pokémon and a piece of her broken floral hairpin appearing at the Center’s doorstep the next morning.

[SdazVarence]

You know, looking at this Poketitans project of yours I've been inspired as to what to do for a new set of comissions from Akuoreo after my Amazon Wrestling League comission is finished. though instead of pokemon titans Its gonna be Gemstone themed Amazon Titans......either way, I like the two Titan artworks and cant wait to see the art for rest (Especially the FIghting Titan)

[hexen]

This last installment of the Poketitans would leave Lovecraft confused.

[Daichi Azure]

I like the concept of the ??? class since there were a few moves that were classified as that due to the duality of them. But for glitches and bugs yeah i'd say it was a nice touch

[SdazVarence]

God so does that mean she's like.....Missingno!?

[geno13]

Well, yes XD random objects in her vicinity will suddenly duplicate several times or just get scrambled into random pixelated levitating mush. Basically she'll be the Loki, Eris, Discord of the Titan's Parthenon.

Like with Maylene... this isn't the last we'll see of her either. Somebody in Jhoto's gotta knock some sanity into her before she starts corrupting the world one iPad at a time.

Next up should be... Sabrina the Mind Titan. Which will be exciting, considering the beauty's current hobby and whereabouts.

[Daichi Azure]

Oh goody time to some quality time with spoons...and no the Tick will not be appearing...

I have a feeling it's going to be an algamation of celebi,mew/mewtwo, and all the other hi-end psychic pokemon