Revelry/Painting
The pink swampert confidently entered his master's room, confident in his decision to be reborn. Within his grasp, there was a picture he'd been provided, a promise of a better life. Here on the metaphysical plane, he'd never really been happy. A deep depression haunted his very existence, an existential dread that he'd never been able to articulate. He'd been created at one point for a purpose, but that purpose had been completed and discarded long ago.
All that remained was the haunting feeling that he hadn't been made right. And his master would be the key to unlocking this freedom that was now within his grasp. And the person to turn those dreams into reality was a silver furred fox.
Sitting in his computer chair like it was a throne, the black clad fox watched his pet enter the room, regarding him with a warm smile. "Bruce, it's good to see you... For the last time I take it."
The large pokemon nodded bashfully, a bright smile still on his face. "Uh-huh! Fang said to come see you, that you'd be able to help me lock in this new form, and erase my memories too?" His voice was dopy and goofy, the kind of voice one would associate with a dim witted cartoon character, not a complex individual who harbored such complex feelings.
"I can use my mask to facilitate the former, and a little hypnosis can easily facilitate the latter." Ace nodded confidently, picking up the odd featureless mask off his desk. He closed his eyes and held it up to his own face, giggling a bit as he crossed one leg over the other. "But don't you worry Juicy Brucy, we'll get you all settled in."
The fox stood up and approached his pet, who stood huffing at attention. He traced his paws along the soft rounded belly of the Pokemon, appreciating the odd slimy texture that would soon be lost to time. "I appreciate your sacrifice Bruce, I've appreciated all the time we've spent together, though you mostly spent it inside another guy, but there's no reason not to do this."
The comment about how he'd been spending prompted a deep goofy and bashful giggle as he nodded proudly. "It's been the best part of my existence, but I know this is what's gonna make all y'all happiest..." There was a pang of sadness the fox thought he caught in the voice, but it was quickly dismissed as the pain of existence bleeding through.
"Right. Let me see the picture." Ace took the picture, turning it over in his paws as he examined it. "Ah yes... Fat farmer... I think I can construct something for you quickly that fits this. We'll have you waddling out of here in no time at all."
"Yes please, yes please!" Bruce began to huff and wave his large hands, especially as Ace held the mask up to his face.
"This will have an extra step, so it's gonna be a little more involved ok? Now like normal... Count down from five, and when you open your eyes, you'll see the picture. And the changes will kick in instantly. But this time, the mask will stay hovering there until I tell you to take it off. Now then... Count down..."
Your name is Bruice. It's pronounced like Bruce. You're an enormously fat Squirrel who hails from a small farm in the Demesne. Your elements are earth and water. You're a good guy. You're good natured, you loved to work hard every day, and long ago, you were something of a hunk. You single handedly managed a farm all on your own, growing the finest juiciest berries and fruits in the whole Demesne.
You've spent plenty of time swollen on their juices. You'd slowly grown fat off them over time. You tried to keep your chins up when a war saw the farm you'd spent your whole life working to maintain burnt to the ground. You went to Myrturl to seek aid when it became clear the ground wouldn't grow ever again. Before you knew it, you were recruited into an experimental expedition, as they needed someone like you, someone who was gentle and kind and possessed of a rural charm. A strange fox in a mask had personally recruited you, and brought you before a strange papercraft dragon.
It filled you with water until you burst at the seams.
You lived a life, a full life, as a member of a team, alongside a fat Typhlosion, you can't remember why the two of you were paired off so deeply, but you know it's true.
Your name is Bruice, and have lived a lifetime that way, and yet you know something is new and different. Everyone's been treating you a bit oddly today. You remembered going to see your master for a bit of corrective treatment, before going on to play games with him later, and some of the other members of the exploratory committee.
"Bruice, take the mask off please." Ace's voice rang out like a bullet, causing the fat squirrel to Huff and puff with realization as they pulled the mask away, eyes blinking rapidly as he handed it back over to his master. Perhaps people thought it was odd that this fat country boy was in a committed dom/sub relationship, and lived the fantastic way he did, but for him, it was simply reality, and it always had been.
"Well yes sir, but weren't you supposed to do somethin ta fix my... Uh... What was I doin' here again?" His voice bled with an earnest sweetness, feeling like it carried all the heartfelt goodness of a sweet cheery pie to his Master's ear.
"Nothing, you're supposed to be getting ready for game night, everybody's so excited to meet you properly. Just be respectful... Oh, who am I kidding, you're always sweet as a Georgia peach~"
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