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Delphox TF Request

Lashes of crisp, biting cold winter air bombarded against Tony's skin as he opened the doors to the greatness of Mother Nature for the first time in twelve hours. Thick clouds of vapor blasted in front of him as he took long, deep breaths; welcoming the cold air in place of the boiling hot temperature of the confines of the factory he was financially obligated to work in due to his dismal economic situation. Waking up every morning having to look forward to double shifts with no overtime got old very quickly for Tony.

Marching through the six inches of snow, Tony grunted in irritation as the snow slipped into his work boots with each step he took. Within seconds, his socks were soaked; making even walking an unpleasant experience. He fished his car keys out of his coat pocket, then pulling his arms close into his chest; the once welcoming winter temperature now becoming too bone chilling for him to handle.

As he continued to trudge through the seemingly ever piling snow, Tony arrived at the parking lot. He stood for a moment and stared across the field of dirty, snow covered pavement. One of the few benefits of him starting early in the morning is that he got a parking spot that was less than twenty meters from the entrance of the building, and in snowy weather conditions such as the one he was experiencing, it proved to be quite the benefit. Apart from the red, snow covered Honda Civic, the parking lot was completely empty and barren; a frozen field illuminated by thick street lights. Though there were night janitors and third shift workers, they parked in the back lot. He thought it was strange that there were people he worked with but have never once met before. Tony didn't seem to mind too much, though; he preferred to keep to himself.

Snapping out of his brief nature induced trance, Tony quickly scuttled to the car and pressed the unlock key on his key fob. The yellow lights flashed dimly from underneath the thick layer of snow that encased it. Sighing, Tony opened the door and quickly got in, slamming the door shut to prevent the snow from falling in. Quickly starting his car and turning on the heat, he put his head against the back of his seat and took a deep breath, finally free from work for twelve hours. Any moments of relaxation that he could find he took advantage of to the fullest potential.

After a moment of relaxation, Tony sat back up. He turned on his windshield wipers and defrosters; removing as much snow from his car as possible. He shifted it into reverse and backed out of the only spot in the lot that wasn't covered in snow. Tony then put it in drive and slowly began to drive out of the lot.

Tony turned on the radio to have some type of white noise keep him focused. Pure silence to him was almost as fearful as dying, and the humming of the car's engine wasn't enough to satisfy Tony's aesthetic. Even though he never listened closely to the radio, he still welcomed the noise none-the-less. He pulled up to the familiar intersection that leads right onto the road home.

Tony slowly accelerated as he turned left onto the road; his house only two miles away. Most of the time, he would simply ride his bike to work and back, but due to the severe weather, it would have been quite an excursion for him. He was very good at money management by reducing his car usage. Even though he had great fuel efficiency, Tony had to cherish every penny he earned at the factory for food and rent.

It was a hard, but tolerable life for Tony, as he drove home in the winter blizzard.

--

Pulling into his parent's drive way, Tony was pleased to see the welcoming blue house, even though it wasn't his own. Tony pulled out his phone and activated the garage open button. Outside, the shabby garage door slowly screech opened with both of his parent's cars absent for once. Tony's parents were out of town for the weekend, and he has been taking advantage of it as much as possible, and one way of doing that was parking in the garage where his car wouldn't take any suffrage from nature's wrath.

After he parked the car in the garage, Tony quickly made his way inside, the stimulating heat from within the walls of the house greeting him. Sighing in relief, Tony slipped his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack beside the door and kicked off his dirty work boots. He flicked on the lights to the hallway as he walked towards the kitchen; his stomach longing for something to eat.

The stale smell of burnt waffles from that morning clogged Tony's nostrils as he entered the kitchen, turning on the lights. Despite always wanting to own a cat or a dog, Tony enjoyed the solitude of his parent's house. Even when they were home, they went to bed well before Tony came home, and since Sunday was his only day off, he only saw them once a week. He felt as though his job was consuming his life and dissolving his relationships with his friends and family.

As he rummaged through the jam packed fridge, Tony quickly navigated the maze of food and pulled out a few slices of cold pizza. He knew that there were better tasting options available to him, but he was much too tired to go through the somewhat annoying process of making them. Tony never minded settling for less, but sometimes his low standards got the best of him. He knew that he could be in a better living condition, but going through the process of achieving that was simply too time consuming for him to attempt. Working and getting more money for the future is all that really mattered to him.

Shoveling down the pizza, Tony walked with the pizza wrapped in one hand into his bedroom, which was located right outside the kitchen (it was also always a perk to satisfy late night snack cravings and not making much noise doing do). Tony didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his room, for he had lived in this house for so long that he knew the layout of his room by heart. Not wasting anytime, Tony gracefully leaped onto the bed. The springs squealed in an awful but somehow satisfying chorus as he sunk into the comfortable mattress.

Tony sighed in relief as he felt the weight of his body being taken off his feet; he had been longing for the moment ever since he had woken up earlier that day. Eating the last of the pizza, Tony skillfully tossed the foil into the garbage can beside his door. Turning onto his back, Tony let out a relaxing sigh as he got himself comfortable. He didn't even bother to throw the blankets over himself due to the fact that his room was hot enough.

Shuffling about for a brief moment, Tony let out one more relaxing sigh as his eyes began to grow heavy. He didn't attempt to fight the force being put upon his eyes, nor did he mind it. He closed his weary eyes and simply waited to be swept away into his dreams. Without much further delay, his consciousness faded away, as Tony began to snore in an almost novelty-like way.

--

The wind became suddenly warm.

Tony sat upon a largely overgrown tree stump on top of a hill by the edge of the forest. The sudden change in temperature caught his attention, for normally the air was crisp and cool like the late days of autumn.

He stared out at the deep purple horizon of the night; the sun just barely grazing the horizon to the west. The blowing field of tall grass below him moved in an almost uniform-like matter. Tony was amazed on how perfectly squared the field was. On three sides, thick and luscious forests lined the edges of the field before expanding forever into the horizon of the unknown land. The single peaked mountain that stood front of him seemed to rise into the cloudless sky infinitely, stretching into space and beyond. Its enormous base started at the northern edge of the field, dotted by small trees before turning into rocky terrain.

He knew that he was in a dream; for this landscape wasn't alien to him. Tony had seen it before, but on seldom occasions. Tony also knew that he could be lucid dreaming and be doing whatever he pleased, but there was always something symbolic about this setting that mysteriously but vaguely predicted the future. Creating nonsense was the last thing on his mind when he appeared in this place.

Flames suddenly caught his eye, as Tony shot his head forward and downward towards the center of the field. A small but certainly noticeable swirling haze of red and purple mist began to spiral about in the middle of the grassy plain. It didn't seem to center around a central mass, but rather just freely floated and spun about. Not as initially intriguing as some of the events Tony had experienced in this dream land, but it was enough for him to go and investigate.

Tony quickly rose to his feet as he paced himself down the rocky hill. A miniature avalanche of pebbles cascaded down the hill right alongside and beneath his feet. Tony used this sudden shift of earth to slide down the hill as if he was snowboarding. He felt the adrenaline rush through his body as he surfed down the hill. Even though he didn't want to compromise the dream he was in, he still did like to have a little fun here and there.

Once Tony got to the bottom of the hill, he quickly set off towards the center of the field. Tony could see the strange haze through the thick, wild grass; still swirling about in the air as if gravity had no effect upon it. The more he stared at it, the more enticed he was by its mysterious nature. It looked completely unworldly; unnatural to the human eye. Tony felt as though he was looking through the forest of an alien planet and into the almost hypnotic atmosphere. It was seemingly putting him into a trance, but he knew better than to get caught off guard by simply the sight of the anomaly. Tony shook his head a bit and blinked rapidly before continuing through towards the haze.

As he drew closer towards the mist, Tony felt the temperature of the air around him start to increase. Within moments, beads of sweat quickly began to form on his forehead, as long as his hands and arms. Tony began breathing heavily; the increasingly warmer air contracting his air passages. He slowed his pace almost to a near halt due to the change of atmosphere taking a rather significant toll upon his respiratory system. Tony looked ahead and was relieved to see that he was almost to the middle.

Seemingly razed, Tony raised his hand in front of his face to protect himself from the blazing heat. Through the sauna-like atmosphere, he could feel that this was no ordinary heat. Just the feeling of it upon his sweating skin felt unusual. Rather than being painful and blistering, it felt stimulating and rejuvenating, though it was still uncomfortably hot none the less. Tony took a deep breath of the mist, filling his lungs with its revitalizing components. His worries of burning alive faded away as he became more and more comfortable with the air.

"This is amazing..." Tony whispered, taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, there was a twinkling light in the middle of the mist. It looked like a star in the night sky, but began to grow larger in size. Accelerating in growth speed, Tony tried to back away from the object but made no progress in doing so. Without warning, the object expanded so rapidly that Tony was quickly absorbed into it; all of his senses spiraling out of control as if he was on a terrible hallucinogenic trip that he could not escape from.

--

Gasping for air, Tony suddenly regained consciousness as he thrust upwards in a violent action. The room was pitch black, apart from the orange alarm clock near the door that read 6:34AM, the windows completely covered by thick, dense snow. For a moment, Tony wasn't sure what to do. He had just woken up from a not scary, but powerful dream, and he was trying to recollect his state of mind. Though he wanted to fall back asleep, Tony had too much adrenaline flowing through him. Taking a deep breath, Tony lifted the covers from his body and threw them to the side of the bed.

Cold air gently grazed his legs; the sudden lack of blankets covering his skin making him shiver as goose bumps popped up on his limbs. Tony twisted to the left side of his bed and simply sat for a moment, staring out the clogged window. He remembered that when he fell asleep, it wasn't obstructed at all. Sighing, Tony already knew he had a good few hours of snow shoveling before he was able to have any recreational time to himself before work.

As he stood up slowly and exited his bedroom into the hallway, Tony tried to recall what the dream had meant. Though it was already beginning to slip out of his short term memory, he could recall the reddish-purple mist the most vividly out of any other aspect of the dream. He knew it had to have some significance, but he simply couldn't formulate a precise conclusion upon its meaning. None the less, Tony always figured it out at some point in the day.

Letting out a deep, relaxing yawn, Tony headed towards the kitchen to grab some coffee and breakfast before heading outside to shovel the snow barricading him inside the house. He flicked on the lights and was blinded for a moment before his pupils dilated in and out to adjust to the bright light. Tony rubbed his eyes while slowly shuffling to the cabinets beside the fridge, instinctively turning on the ancient coffee machine along the way, listening to it creak and growl as it slowly activated. Tony felt just like the worn down machinery of the coffee maker: overused and worn out. He wished he could take a week off from work but he knew he couldn't.

After fixing himself up a quick breakfast, Tony sat down at the table while turning on the TV and flipped on the weather channel.

"...Record snowfall through most of the New England and Northeast area. Three feet of snow in many areas, and that is predicted to almost double by this time tomorrow. Recommendation for all out there is to have those snow blowers and shovels ready, because this will be one long day of almost constant manual labor. Today's local high will only scrape above 6 degrees, with a low of a bone chilling - 13 tonight. Here's your seven day forecast, brought to you by-"

He flicked off the TV with an emotionless face. Normally, the weather didn't affect his emotions, but when it lead to him being essentially forced to perform hard labor for hours made him rather irritable. Sternly, he gulped down the rest of his somewhat lukewarm coffee and placed his plate in the fridge for later before he headed off to work.

--

After a refreshing shower and some more coffee, Tony felt more prepared to handle the snow piling up outside. He stood in his garage, zipping up layers upon layers of jackets to ready himself for the cool blast that awaited him outside. His eyes meet the crease where the garage door met the concrete, seeing small drifts of snow slowly build up. They extended back so far that they even grazed the rear tires of his car. Tony thought that he may be trapped in here forever if he didn't get started soon, as he struggled to put on his thick, heavy snow boots.

Tony put on a thick black cap before he flipped all of the hoods from the various jackets he had on over his head, concealing nearly every single inch of skin on his body. His body temperature quickly began to rise from all the layers of clothing he was wearing as thick beads of sweat began to form upon his forehead. However, he didn't worry too much. The bitterly cold air outside would combat the heat of the clothing in no time.

Grunting, Tony began to slowly waddle back inside the house, stiffly opening the door as his feet stomped upon the wooden floor. His range of motion was strongly restricted because of his thick clothing. After what seemed like an eternity, Tony reached the front door of his home. He pushed open the closet to the left of the front door and fished out the metal snow shovel still wet from the shoveling he had to do the previous day. Looking through the small glass window on the door, he could see that the snow was up to his waist. Tony sighed, knowing if he didn't get started now it would be much worse later when he had to go to work.

He unlocked the front door and the moment he opened it, the snow that had piled up outside poured in like releasing floodgates. Tony panicked slightly, not sure what to do with the snow that had fallen inside the house. It quickly began to melt from the high heat inside; the water from the melted snow spreading across the wooden floor. Tony's eyes darted around looking for something to stop the spread of water from coming inside. He saw his blue work hoodie on the coat rack, and without hesitation he grabbed it and threw it on the floor. It quickly darkened from the water being absorbed into it. Tony became even more irritated, for he needed the hoodie for work later. However, he just ignored it for the moment. He could just throw it in the dryer once he got done shoveling.

Turning his attention back towards the door, Tony wasted no time as he finally began to shovel the snow that had fallen inside. It took a lot of muscle, but he managed to throw it outside through the two foot wide gap from the top of the snow to the door frame. He knew he was throwing it back onto the path to the drive way, but all he was concerned about at that moment was getting the snow out of the house. Tony didn't like getting yelled at by his parents nor did he like disappointing them. It would take a considerable amount of time to clean up the mess the snow would leave behind, but just the thought of doing so made him irritated. He was contemplating calling in late for work, but just the feeling of missing an hour or two of work made him worried.

Tony stopped once he got all the snow out of the house, throwing the snow shovel to the floor. He could feel himself getting mentally worked up, and every time it happened he went into a panic attack. Tony knew that assessing his mental health was more important than anything else. Tony began to strip off his clothing, his body temperature at a rather unhealthy level. He didn't bother closing the front door because he knew once he had removed all of his clothing, the cool air from outside would prove to be relieving.

After a few moments, Tony had stripped down everything except his black short sleeve shirt and his gym shorts. He shivered as the cool water from the snow soaked his feet. Tony put his arms over his head and closed his eyes while taking deep breaths. He wished he wasn't so mentally compromised, but it was something he knew wouldn't be going away for a long while. He continued to take deep breaths for a short while; waiting for his anxiety to recede and his heart rate to decrease.

Taking one last inhale, Tony opened his eyes and let his arms fall to his sides as he exhaled; feeling relaxed and calm. The cool breeze from the open door quickly turned bitterly cold, snapping Tony back into reality. Goosebumps rapidly raced up his exposed arms and legs as the air from outside enveloped him. Wasting no time, Tony leaped towards the door and stiffly grasped the freezing wooden edges. However, just as he was about to close the door, something caught his eye.

In the snow mound (that he had made worse from throwing the rouge snow that fell inside the house), he saw a black, rectangular object contrasting sharply to the pure whiteness of the snow. Confused but intrigued, Tony picked up the snow shovel from the wet floor and attempted to take it out directly from the mound of snow. The snow was surprisingly light despite the vast amount of it piled upon itself.

After a few seconds of clearing away snow, Tony was able to scoop the object from within the snow onto the shovel. He backed away from the door slightly with the shovel in hand and gently placed the object on the floor behind him. Once he had done so, he realized that his body couldn't handle much more of the cold air pouring in from outside. Tony used the shovel to ram the door tightly shut before putting it on the ground beside the almost melted snow pile.

Shivering, Tony wrapped his arms around his chest to try and conserve as much body heat as possible. He rapidly rubbed his hands up and down his arms; ebbing away the bitter cold that had invaded his body. Glaring down at the object on the floor, Tony simply stared at it in curiosity. The fact that he hadn't noticed it when he was shoveling puzzled Tony. It looked unrealistically black, as if it were from another dimension...

...then, he realized it.

Tony knew that the object had to have some relevance to the dream he had the night before. He wasn't sure how, but to him there was no other explanation that came into mind. Tony eagerly reached down to the black object and picked it up with full force. Tony had braced himself due to the fact that he believed it would be very heavy, but to his surprise, it was hardly even five pounds. The object almost slipped from his hands from how fast he had lifted it off the ground, but Tony kept his grip firm as he brought it to his chest.

Wasting no time, Tony carried the object into the kitchen and placed it on the round, wooden table. He stretched over to the wall and flicked the lights on to observe it better. Tony simply stood and stared at the object for a full minute. Despite being directly under the bright light above the table, the object seemed to simply suck in the light that was being casted at it.

Upon further inspection, Tony noticed that there was a small latch-like device near the top side of the object facing him. It nearly blended perfectly into the pitch black coloration of the object, but Tony was known to be a good eye, hence his nick name at work being “Eagle Eye”. He saw that there was a slight discoloration in the middle of the latch. Rather than being black, the latch itself was a very dark red. Tony now knew that the object was a box of some sort. His curiosity upon what its contents held was the only thought upon his mind.

Before he opened the mysterious box, Tony’s mind set up various scenarios on what would happen when he opened the box. Every single one of them he related to the dream he had. The field, the purple-red haze, the warm temperature of the dream setting. He knew that at least one of those three elements would have some relevance to the contents of the box. Tony sighed; with there being only one way to find out, Tony undid the latch and flipped the top of the box open.

The inside of the box was just as dark as the outside. Tony held his head directly above the box, staring straight down into it to observe what was inside. What he discovered inside confused him more than anything had in a very long while. It was a two foot long stick; dark brown in color and with a jagged, narrow tip with a smaller protrusion slightly below it.

Reaching into the box, Tony grasped the stick and pulled it out of the box, holding it with one hand inches away from his face. He was surprised upon how smooth the surface of the stick was, despite its rough appearance. He felt a strange but natural power within him simply from holding it, as he extended his arm out to hold it under the light. Tony knew that all he had to do from there was to figure out the correlation between the stick and the dream he had.

As he stared at it in the light, Tony noticed that the tip was slowing being encased in an orange aura. Confused, Tony placed both of his hands upon the tip, but quickly released it when a strong heat sensation blasted his hand, forcing him to release the stick from his grip as it fell to the floor. Shaking the pain off his hands, Tony stared at the tip of the stick as if he had just witnessed a murder. The fact that the stick alone was generating that concentrated amount of heat puzzled Tony.

Turning his hand up towards the light, Tony noticed that the skin on his hands was burnt to a very dark red crisp. Horrified upon the sight, Tony simply shook his hands rapidly to try and make the burns go away but to no avail. The unbearable pain throbbing from his burnt hands made tears pour from Tony’s eyes. Tony felt as though his hands were trapped inside of a furnace with no hope of being able to get them out.

Suddenly, it stopped.

The throbbing and sheer pain that the stick had forced upon Tony’s hands went away almost unnoticed. It was then immediately replaced by a numbing, pulsing sensation that riveted through every inch of his hands. Even though the pain was completely ebbed away, Tony was still very hesitant to look at his hands, for he feared they would look much worse than they were before. However, all it took was one small peek out of the corner of his eye to change his mind.

Though his hands were almost completely numb, Tony could easily see what was happening to them. The surface of his hands started to become a dark grey, completely erasing the burns that the stick left upon him. However, looking closer, Tony noticed that it wasn't simply the skin turning grey but rather it was short grey fur growing on his hands.

In a state of awe, Tony held his changing hands closer to his face. While the grey fur sprouted up upon his hands and fingers, his hand structure was beginning to change. All of Tony's fingers suddenly retracted in length within seconds. His pinky fingers shrank so much in length that they completely vanished; simply sinking into his shrinking hands until they were no longer visible or existent. While his hands were changing the numbing sensation that Tony had initially felt began to fade away, allowing Tony to feel every little detail that was being changed in his hands. Curiously, Tony rubbed his fur covered fingers together while his hands continued to become smaller. It felt as though his fingers were small peaches being rubbed together; the tiny follicles of fur brushing up against one another. He shivered at the alien feeling.

Once Tony saw that his hands had stopped shrinking, he felt his arms beginning to numb in the same way his hands did. It felt as though his arms didn't even exist; only his hands having any sense of feeling to them. Shortly after his arms became numb, Tony saw red fur beginning to grow on the limbs. The red fur grew to a very long length on the bottom sides of his wrists and below his elbows; growing into a curved shape. Red fur proceeded to cover the rest of his arms before the numbness went away. Tony felt the dense fur weighing down his arms, making it slightly harder to hold them out in front of him.

"How does this relate to the dream?" Tony said aloud, running his hands through his newly grown fur. "If it does, this is actually pretty neat.

As he continued to get a feel for his new fur, Tony felt the numbing feeling arise on his torso. Looking down, he saw a long tuft of white fur growing beneath his shirt as well as two patches of yellow fur that draped down from his shoulders that ran all the way down to his waist line. Upward facing curls of fur from the fur that grew from his shoulders formed over his upper arms and along his upper back, putting even more stress on Tony's already stretched out shirt. The fur grew so long and dense on his chest and shoulders that it made Tony's shirt stretch beyond its limits and within seconds, it shredded apart into ragged strands that gently danced down to the floor.

Tony felt that the numbing in his torso slowly began to fade away, and was being transferred to his legs. On top of his internal organs changing (making him feel rather queasy), his loss of feeling in his legs and feet made standing an impossibility as he wobbled about; his arms flailing wildly. Tony managed to support himself on the counter behind him; using his strange new strength he never knew he had before to support himself.

A loud, tearing sound came from his rear area, catching Tony off guard as he flinch and turned his head back to see what had made the noise. In content, Tony watched as a tail with thick, yellow fur emerged from behind him, forcing his pants to slide off to the floor. While his tail continued to grow, Tony saw that his legs were also changing. Dense, red fur grew from his waist line down as well as on his legs. The space between his legs was becoming less and less visible as the luscious fur continued to grow. He could faintly feel his pelvic and hip bone widening a bit, making his legs farther apart from one another.

Orange fur grew from Tony's knees; forming a flame-like symbol upon his legs. Near his ankles, the red fur curved backwards from many different points towards his large tail, making appear as though he was wearing a robe. Tony tried to look at his feet, but the fur that had grown was concealing them from his view. Underneath his "robe", Tony's feet became very scrawny in appearance as the same black fur that covered his hands grew upon his feet. His toes merged into three jagged toes that were each at least two inches long; just barely poking out from his robe-like fur.

Once Tony felt his sense of touch return to his legs, he knew now that all that was left was his head. Tony looked at his new body from his now red-orange eyes, feeling comfortable in his new fur. He still was unsure upon how it all related to the dream, but he had a good feeling that he would soon find out.

Tony grinned as he felt his head becoming numb, knowing that his transformation was almost complete. However, as he became physically numb, his pupils dilated as Tony went into a state of sudden paralysis, unable to move any part of his body. His vision started to become foggy and blurry and within moments he saw nothing but darkness. Tony's mind was screaming in a state of amazing distress, but a strange, mystical feeling began to calm his mind. Without even knowing it, Tony drifted into a state of unconsciousness as his frozen body stood still apart from his head on the brink of change.

--

Tony's vision returned, but rather than seeing the walls of his kitchen he found himself in the middle of the field from the dream once more, the same reddish-purple haze swirling about around him. Confused, he looked down at his body and saw that he was back into his normal human body. However, something didn't feel right about it. The lack of having the long, thick fur cover him and the feeling of having his thick, yellow tail behind him made him feel alien to his human body. He moaned as he went into a state of uneasiness. He was surprised on how quickly accustomed he had become to his strange, new body.

"This will be the last time you will ever be in this form, Tony." A disembodied voice suddenly said.

"Who... who said that...?" Tony muttered, his unfamiliar body making it hard to speak.

"Do not worry yourself with that. Just know that your new life will begin. Feel the magic within yourself and the very air around you, and you shall be born again."

Tony closed his eyes, attempting to do as the voice said. He could feel the magic tingling around him, seeping into his body with every breath he took. He knew it was time to shed his human skin, and leave his human form forever. Tony attempted to muster the magic within him, and when he tried to do so, a spark flared in his mind. Suddenly, the world around him turned white as he felt himself drifting back into consciousness.

He finally knew now what the dream meant: his new life was going to begin.

--

Taking a deep breath in, Tony grinned as he felt that he was back in his true body. Though his head was still numb, he was still able to enjoy his new body and the magic that he felt flow through his blood. He was tempted to manifest it, but he knew that he must wait until he was complete.

Tony's neck grew a few inches in length as it was encased with yellow fur that grew down to the fur upon his shoulders. White, thick fur grew on the lower section of Tony's head while yellow fur grew upon the top; his human hair swiftly being turned into fur. His entire skull completely changed from its human form into a more canine structure: his jaw now growing off of his face while taking his nose with it and his eyes moving farther away from each other and settling in on each side of his skull. Tony's front teeth became razor sharp and protruded slightly from his lips while the rest of his teeth turned shorter and sharper. Finally, Tony's nose became small and red, nearly completing his transformation.

Tony's ears moved up to the top of the head and grew to a very large size. They lost their round, human shape and took on a very fox-like triangular shape with the insides of his ears facing opposite directions. As short yellow fur popped up on his new ears, large red tufts of dense fur grew from the insides of his ears outwards, taking on a flame shape similar to the ones on his knees. They grew to about two feet in length before stopping.

The creature, known as Delphox, that had replaced Tony now felt the numbness fading away for the final time. As he looked around the room, he saw that his vision had become much more clear and sharper; being able to see the energies of objects that were around him. His sense of hearing was also amplified, being able to very faintly hear each snowflake collide into the windows in front of him. Everything about what he had become was perfect. However, he felt as though he was missing something.

Looking down on the floor, he saw the stick. Grinning, he picked it up and held it in his hands. Doing so made him feel more like himself, firmly grasping it in his furred hands. Delphox felt an extremely powerful mystical energy pulsing from the stick. He realized that it was more than just a stick; it was his wand, and with it he knew he was complete.

Holding his wand in front of him, Delphox drew magic from within himself to set the tip of it alight. The fire that blazed from the tip of his wand was very bright, illuminated the room to an almost blinding state. Feeling confident, Delphox wanted to try out his magic for real. Drawing a super concentrated amount of magic from within his mind, Delphox went into a brief state of focus and concentration. He felt the magic in him expand in all directions, and once he felt it, Delphox made it happen for real.

In a sudden movement, Delphox yelled out as the flame on his wand violently expanded just as he had felt in his body. The tip of his wand reached a temperature so high that it was impossible to measure. Delphox continued to release the magic through his wand, feeling a great sense of adrenaline and excitement from doing so. The area surrounding him was pure white from the intense heat of the flame, but it dealt no harm to Delphox.

After a few seconds, Delphox returned the magic into his wand and body, the flame that had grown to an enormous size retracting and settling back to its regular size. Looking around himself, Tony saw that he was no longer inside the house anymore; rather he was standing upon the blackened soil where his house once stood. The entire house had been completely vaporized from the flame he had created. There was no sign that a building had even been where Delphox stood. The charred dirt expanded two hundred feet in every direction, making a perfect circle of destruction. Even surrounding houses were set alight from the unrealistic heat that he had produced, and the snow that had once covered the ground was completely evaporated.

Grinning, Delphox knew that he was in a lot of trouble, but with his new powers nothing could stop him.

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Delphox TF Request

Lashes of crisp, biting cold winter air bombarded against Tony's skin as he opened the doors to the greatness of Mother Nature for the first time in twelve hours. Thick clouds of vapor blasted in front of him as he took long, deep breaths; welcoming the cold air in place of the boiling hot temperature of the confines of the factory he was financially obligated to work in due to his dismal economic situation. Waking up every morning having to look forward to double shifts with no overtime got old very quickly for Tony.

Marching through the six inches of snow, Tony grunted in irritation as the snow slipped into his work boots with each step he took. Within seconds, his socks were soaked; making even walking an unpleasant experience. He fished his car keys out of his coat pocket, then pulling his arms close into his chest; the once welcoming winter temperature now becoming too bone chilling for him to handle.

As he continued to trudge through the seemingly ever piling snow, Tony arrived at the parking lot. He stood for a moment and stared across the field of dirty, snow covered pavement. One of the few benefits of him starting early in the morning is that he got a parking spot that was less than twenty meters from the entrance of the building, and in snowy weather conditions such as the one he was experiencing, it proved to be quite the benefit. Apart from the red, snow covered Honda Civic, the parking lot was completely empty and barren; a frozen field illuminated by thick street lights. Though there were night janitors and third shift workers, they parked in the back lot. He thought it was strange that there were people he worked with but have never once met before. Tony didn't seem to mind too much, though; he preferred to keep to himself.

Snapping out of his brief nature induced trance, Tony quickly scuttled to the car and pressed the unlock key on his key fob. The yellow lights flashed dimly from underneath the thick layer of snow that encased it. Sighing, Tony opened the door and quickly got in, slamming the door shut to prevent the snow from falling in. Quickly starting his car and turning on the heat, he put his head against the back of his seat and took a deep breath, finally free from work for twelve hours. Any moments of relaxation that he could find he took advantage of to the fullest potential.

After a moment of relaxation, Tony sat back up. He turned on his windshield wipers and defrosters; removing as much snow from his car as possible. He shifted it into reverse and backed out of the only spot in the lot that wasn't covered in snow. Tony then put it in drive and slowly began to drive out of the lot.

Tony turned on the radio to have some type of white noise keep him focused. Pure silence to him was almost as fearful as dying, and the humming of the car's engine wasn't enough to satisfy Tony's aesthetic. Even though he never listened closely to the radio, he still welcomed the noise none-the-less. He pulled up to the familiar intersection that leads right onto the road home.

Tony slowly accelerated as he turned left onto the road; his house only two miles away. Most of the time, he would simply ride his bike to work and back, but due to the severe weather, it would have been quite an excursion for him. He was very good at money management by reducing his car usage. Even though he had great fuel efficiency, Tony had to cherish every penny he earned at the factory for food and rent.

It was a hard, but tolerable life for Tony, as he drove home in the winter blizzard.

--

Pulling into his parent's drive way, Tony was pleased to see the welcoming blue house, even though it wasn't his own. Tony pulled out his phone and activated the garage open button. Outside, the shabby garage door slowly screech opened with both of his parent's cars absent for once. Tony's parents were out of town for the weekend, and he has been taking advantage of it as much as possible, and one way of doing that was parking in the garage where his car wouldn't take any suffrage from nature's wrath.

After he parked the car in the garage, Tony quickly made his way inside, the stimulating heat from within the walls of the house greeting him. Sighing in relief, Tony slipped his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack beside the door and kicked off his dirty work boots. He flicked on the lights to the hallway as he walked towards the kitchen; his stomach longing for something to eat.

The stale smell of burnt waffles from that morning clogged Tony's nostrils as he entered the kitchen, turning on the lights. Despite always wanting to own a cat or a dog, Tony enjoyed the solitude of his parent's house. Even when they were home, they went to bed well before Tony came home, and since Sunday was his only day off, he only saw them once a week. He felt as though his job was consuming his life and dissolving his relationships with his friends and family.

As he rummaged through the jam packed fridge, Tony quickly navigated the maze of food and pulled out a few slices of cold pizza. He knew that there were better tasting options available to him, but he was much too tired to go through the somewhat annoying process of making them. Tony never minded settling for less, but sometimes his low standards got the best of him. He knew that he could be in a better living condition, but going through the process of achieving that was simply too time consuming for him to attempt. Working and getting more money for the future is all that really mattered to him.

Shoveling down the pizza, Tony walked with the pizza wrapped in one hand into his bedroom, which was located right outside the kitchen (it was also always a perk to satisfy late night snack cravings and not making much noise doing do). Tony didn't even bother to turn on the lights in his room, for he had lived in this house for so long that he knew the layout of his room by heart. Not wasting anytime, Tony gracefully leaped onto the bed. The springs squealed in an awful but somehow satisfying chorus as he sunk into the comfortable mattress.

Tony sighed in relief as he felt the weight of his body being taken off his feet; he had been longing for the moment ever since he had woken up earlier that day. Eating the last of the pizza, Tony skillfully tossed the foil into the garbage can beside his door. Turning onto his back, Tony let out a relaxing sigh as he got himself comfortable. He didn't even bother to throw the blankets over himself due to the fact that his room was hot enough.

Shuffling about for a brief moment, Tony let out one more relaxing sigh as his eyes began to grow heavy. He didn't attempt to fight the force being put upon his eyes, nor did he mind it. He closed his weary eyes and simply waited to be swept away into his dreams. Without much further delay, his consciousness faded away, as Tony began to snore in an almost novelty-like way.

--

The wind became suddenly warm.

Tony sat upon a largely overgrown tree stump on top of a hill by the edge of the forest. The sudden change in temperature caught his attention, for normally the air was crisp and cool like the late days of autumn.

He stared out at the deep purple horizon of the night; the sun just barely grazing the horizon to the west. The blowing field of tall grass below him moved in an almost uniform-like matter. Tony was amazed on how perfectly squared the field was. On three sides, thick and luscious forests lined the edges of the field before expanding forever into the horizon of the unknown land. The single peaked mountain that stood front of him seemed to rise into the cloudless sky infinitely, stretching into space and beyond. Its enormous base started at the northern edge of the field, dotted by small trees before turning into rocky terrain.

He knew that he was in a dream; for this landscape wasn't alien to him. Tony had seen it before, but on seldom occasions. Tony also knew that he could be lucid dreaming and be doing whatever he pleased, but there was always something symbolic about this setting that mysteriously but vaguely predicted the future. Creating nonsense was the last thing on his mind when he appeared in this place.

Flames suddenly caught his eye, as Tony shot his head forward and downward towards the center of the field. A small but certainly noticeable swirling haze of red and purple mist began to spiral about in the middle of the grassy plain. It didn't seem to center around a central mass, but rather just freely floated and spun about. Not as initially intriguing as some of the events Tony had experienced in this dream land, but it was enough for him to go and investigate.

Tony quickly rose to his feet as he paced himself down the rocky hill. A miniature avalanche of pebbles cascaded down the hill right alongside and beneath his feet. Tony used this sudden shift of earth to slide down the hill as if he was snowboarding. He felt the adrenaline rush through his body as he surfed down the hill. Even though he didn't want to compromise the dream he was in, he still did like to have a little fun here and there.

Once Tony got to the bottom of the hill, he quickly set off towards the center of the field. Tony could see the strange haze through the thick, wild grass; still swirling about in the air as if gravity had no effect upon it. The more he stared at it, the more enticed he was by its mysterious nature. It looked completely unworldly; unnatural to the human eye. Tony felt as though he was looking through the forest of an alien planet and into the almost hypnotic atmosphere. It was seemingly putting him into a trance, but he knew better than to get caught off guard by simply the sight of the anomaly. Tony shook his head a bit and blinked rapidly before continuing through towards the haze.

As he drew closer towards the mist, Tony felt the temperature of the air around him start to increase. Within moments, beads of sweat quickly began to form on his forehead, as long as his hands and arms. Tony began breathing heavily; the increasingly warmer air contracting his air passages. He slowed his pace almost to a near halt due to the change of atmosphere taking a rather significant toll upon his respiratory system. Tony looked ahead and was relieved to see that he was almost to the middle.

Seemingly razed, Tony raised his hand in front of his face to protect himself from the blazing heat. Through the sauna-like atmosphere, he could feel that this was no ordinary heat. Just the feeling of it upon his sweating skin felt unusual. Rather than being painful and blistering, it felt stimulating and rejuvenating, though it was still uncomfortably hot none the less. Tony took a deep breath of the mist, filling his lungs with its revitalizing components. His worries of burning alive faded away as he became more and more comfortable with the air.

"This is amazing..." Tony whispered, taking deep breaths.

Suddenly, there was a twinkling light in the middle of the mist. It looked like a star in the night sky, but began to grow larger in size. Accelerating in growth speed, Tony tried to back away from the object but made no progress in doing so. Without warning, the object expanded so rapidly that Tony was quickly absorbed into it; all of his senses spiraling out of control as if he was on a terrible hallucinogenic trip that he could not escape from.

--

Gasping for air, Tony suddenly regained consciousness as he thrust upwards in a violent action. The room was pitch black, apart from the orange alarm clock near the door that read 6:34AM, the windows completely covered by thick, dense snow. For a moment, Tony wasn't sure what to do. He had just woken up from a not scary, but powerful dream, and he was trying to recollect his state of mind. Though he wanted to fall back asleep, Tony had too much adrenaline flowing through him. Taking a deep breath, Tony lifted the covers from his body and threw them to the side of the bed.

Cold air gently grazed his legs; the sudden lack of blankets covering his skin making him shiver as goose bumps popped up on his limbs. Tony twisted to the left side of his bed and simply sat for a moment, staring out the clogged window. He remembered that when he fell asleep, it wasn't obstructed at all. Sighing, Tony already knew he had a good few hours of snow shoveling before he was able to have any recreational time to himself before work.

As he stood up slowly and exited his bedroom into the hallway, Tony tried to recall what the dream had meant. Though it was already beginning to slip out of his short term memory, he could recall the reddish-purple mist the most vividly out of any other aspect of the dream. He knew it had to have some significance, but he simply couldn't formulate a precise conclusion upon its meaning. None the less, Tony always figured it out at some point in the day.

Letting out a deep, relaxing yawn, Tony headed towards the kitchen to grab some coffee and breakfast before heading outside to shovel the snow barricading him inside the house. He flicked on the lights and was blinded for a moment before his pupils dilated in and out to adjust to the bright light. Tony rubbed his eyes while slowly shuffling to the cabinets beside the fridge, instinctively turning on the ancient coffee machine along the way, listening to it creak and growl as it slowly activated. Tony felt just like the worn down machinery of the coffee maker: overused and worn out. He wished he could take a week off from work but he knew he couldn't.

After fixing himself up a quick breakfast, Tony sat down at the table while turning on the TV and flipped on the weather channel.

"...Record snowfall through most of the New England and Northeast area. Three feet of snow in many areas, and that is predicted to almost double by this time tomorrow. Recommendation for all out there is to have those snow blowers and shovels ready, because this will be one long day of almost constant manual labor. Today's local high will only scrape above 6 degrees, with a low of a bone chilling - 13 tonight. Here's your seven day forecast, brought to you by-"

He flicked off the TV with an emotionless face. Normally, the weather didn't affect his emotions, but when it lead to him being essentially forced to perform hard labor for hours made him rather irritable. Sternly, he gulped down the rest of his somewhat lukewarm coffee and placed his plate in the fridge for later before he headed off to work.

--

After a refreshing shower and some more coffee, Tony felt more prepared to handle the snow piling up outside. He stood in his garage, zipping up layers upon layers of jackets to ready himself for the cool blast that awaited him outside. His eyes meet the crease where the garage door met the concrete, seeing small drifts of snow slowly build up. They extended back so far that they even grazed the rear tires of his car. Tony thought that he may be trapped in here forever if he didn't get started soon, as he struggled to put on his thick, heavy snow boots.

Tony put on a thick black cap before he flipped all of the hoods from the various jackets he had on over his head, concealing nearly every single inch of skin on his body. His body temperature quickly began to rise from all the layers of clothing he was wearing as thick beads of sweat began to form upon his forehead. However, he didn't worry too much. The bitterly cold air outside would combat the heat of the clothing in no time.

Grunting, Tony began to slowly waddle back inside the house, stiffly opening the door as his feet stomped upon the wooden floor. His range of motion was strongly restricted because of his thick clothing. After what seemed like an eternity, Tony reached the front door of his home. He pushed open the closet to the left of the front door and fished out the metal snow shovel still wet from the shoveling he had to do the previous day. Looking through the small glass window on the door, he could see that the snow was up to his waist. Tony sighed, knowing if he didn't get started now it would be much worse later when he had to go to work.

He unlocked the front door and the moment he opened it, the snow that had piled up outside poured in like releasing floodgates. Tony panicked slightly, not sure what to do with the snow that had fallen inside the house. It quickly began to melt from the high heat inside; the water from the melted snow spreading across the wooden floor. Tony's eyes darted around looking for something to stop the spread of water from coming inside. He saw his blue work hoodie on the coat rack, and without hesitation he grabbed it and threw it on the floor. It quickly darkened from the water being absorbed into it. Tony became even more irritated, for he needed the hoodie for work later. However, he just ignored it for the moment. He could just throw it in the dryer once he got done shoveling.

Turning his attention back towards the door, Tony wasted no time as he finally began to shovel the snow that had fallen inside. It took a lot of muscle, but he managed to throw it outside through the two foot wide gap from the top of the snow to the door frame. He knew he was throwing it back onto the path to the drive way, but all he was concerned about at that moment was getting the snow out of the house. Tony didn't like getting yelled at by his parents nor did he like disappointing them. It would take a considerable amount of time to clean up the mess the snow would leave behind, but just the thought of doing so made him irritated. He was contemplating calling in late for work, but just the feeling of missing an hour or two of work made him worried.

Tony stopped once he got all the snow out of the house, throwing the snow shovel to the floor. He could feel himself getting mentally worked up, and every time it happened he went into a panic attack. Tony knew that assessing his mental health was more important than anything else. Tony began to strip off his clothing, his body temperature at a rather unhealthy level. He didn't bother closing the front door because he knew once he had removed all of his clothing, the cool air from outside would prove to be relieving.

After a few moments, Tony had stripped down everything except his black short sleeve shirt and his gym shorts. He shivered as the cool water from the snow soaked his feet. Tony put his arms over his head and closed his eyes while taking deep breaths. He wished he wasn't so mentally compromised, but it was something he knew wouldn't be going away for a long while. He continued to take deep breaths for a short while; waiting for his anxiety to recede and his heart rate to decrease.

Taking one last inhale, Tony opened his eyes and let his arms fall to his sides as he exhaled; feeling relaxed and calm. The cool breeze from the open door quickly turned bitterly cold, snapping Tony back into reality. Goosebumps rapidly raced up his exposed arms and legs as the air from outside enveloped him. Wasting no time, Tony leaped towards the door and stiffly grasped the freezing wooden edges. However, just as he was about to close the door, something caught his eye.

In the snow mound (that he had made worse from throwing the rouge snow that fell inside the house), he saw a black, rectangular object contrasting sharply to the pure whiteness of the snow. Confused but intrigued, Tony picked up the snow shovel from the wet floor and attempted to take it out directly from the mound of snow. The snow was surprisingly light despite the vast amount of it piled upon itself.

After a few seconds of clearing away snow, Tony was able to scoop the object from within the snow onto the shovel. He backed away from the door slightly with the shovel in hand and gently placed the object on the floor behind him. Once he had done so, he realized that his body couldn't handle much more of the cold air pouring in from outside. Tony used the shovel to ram the door tightly shut before putting it on the ground beside the almost melted snow pile.

Shivering, Tony wrapped his arms around his chest to try and conserve as much body heat as possible. He rapidly rubbed his hands up and down his arms; ebbing away the bitter cold that had invaded his body. Glaring down at the object on the floor, Tony simply stared at it in curiosity. The fact that he hadn't noticed it when he was shoveling puzzled Tony. It looked unrealistically black, as if it were from another dimension...

...then, he realized it.

Tony knew that the object had to have some relevance to the dream he had the night before. He wasn't sure how, but to him there was no other explanation that came into mind. Tony eagerly reached down to the black object and picked it up with full force. Tony had braced himself due to the fact that he believed it would be very heavy, but to his surprise, it was hardly even five pounds. The object almost slipped from his hands from how fast he had lifted it off the ground, but Tony kept his grip firm as he brought it to his chest.

Wasting no time, Tony carried the object into the kitchen and placed it on the round, wooden table. He stretched over to the wall and flicked the lights on to observe it better. Tony simply stood and stared at the object for a full minute. Despite being directly under the bright light above the table, the object seemed to simply suck in the light that was being casted at it.

Upon further inspection, Tony noticed that there was a small latch-like device near the top side of the object facing him. It nearly blended perfectly into the pitch black coloration of the object, but Tony was known to be a good eye, hence his nick name at work being “Eagle Eye”. He saw that there was a slight discoloration in the middle of the latch. Rather than being black, the latch itself was a very dark red. Tony now knew that the object was a box of some sort. His curiosity upon what its contents held was the only thought upon his mind.

Before he opened the mysterious box, Tony’s mind set up various scenarios on what would happen when he opened the box. Every single one of them he related to the dream he had. The field, the purple-red haze, the warm temperature of the dream setting. He knew that at least one of those three elements would have some relevance to the contents of the box. Tony sighed; with there being only one way to find out, Tony undid the latch and flipped the top of the box open.

The inside of the box was just as dark as the outside. Tony held his head directly above the box, staring straight down into it to observe what was inside. What he discovered inside confused him more than anything had in a very long while. It was a two foot long stick; dark brown in color and with a jagged, narrow tip with a smaller protrusion slightly below it.

Reaching into the box, Tony grasped the stick and pulled it out of the box, holding it with one hand inches away from his face. He was surprised upon how smooth the surface of the stick was, despite its rough appearance. He felt a strange but natural power within him simply from holding it, as he extended his arm out to hold it under the light. Tony knew that all he had to do from there was to figure out the correlation between the stick and the dream he had.

As he stared at it in the light, Tony noticed that the tip was slowing being encased in an orange aura. Confused, Tony placed both of his hands upon the tip, but quickly released it when a strong heat sensation blasted his hand, forcing him to release the stick from his grip as it fell to the floor. Shaking the pain off his hands, Tony stared at the tip of the stick as if he had just witnessed a murder. The fact that the stick alone was generating that concentrated amount of heat puzzled Tony.

Turning his hand up towards the light, Tony noticed that the skin on his hands was burnt to a very dark red crisp. Horrified upon the sight, Tony simply shook his hands rapidly to try and make the burns go away but to no avail. The unbearable pain throbbing from his burnt hands made tears pour from Tony’s eyes. Tony felt as though his hands were trapped inside of a furnace with no hope of being able to get them out.

Suddenly, it stopped.

The throbbing and sheer pain that the stick had forced upon Tony’s hands went away almost unnoticed. It was then immediately replaced by a numbing, pulsing sensation that riveted through every inch of his hands. Even though the pain was completely ebbed away, Tony was still very hesitant to look at his hands, for he feared they would look much worse than they were before. However, all it took was one small peek out of the corner of his eye to change his mind.

Though his hands were almost completely numb, Tony could easily see what was happening to them. The surface of his hands started to become a dark grey, completely erasing the burns that the stick left upon him. However, looking closer, Tony noticed that it wasn't simply the skin turning grey but rather it was short grey fur growing on his hands.

In a state of awe, Tony held his changing hands closer to his face. While the grey fur sprouted up upon his hands and fingers, his hand structure was beginning to change. All of Tony's fingers suddenly retracted in length within seconds. His pinky fingers shrank so much in length that they completely vanished; simply sinking into his shrinking hands until they were no longer visible or existent. While his hands were changing the numbing sensation that Tony had initially felt began to fade away, allowing Tony to feel every little detail that was being changed in his hands. Curiously, Tony rubbed his fur covered fingers together while his hands continued to become smaller. It felt as though his fingers were small peaches being rubbed together; the tiny follicles of fur brushing up against one another. He shivered at the alien feeling.

Once Tony saw that his hands had stopped shrinking, he felt his arms beginning to numb in the same way his hands did. It felt as though his arms didn't even exist; only his hands having any sense of feeling to them. Shortly after his arms became numb, Tony saw red fur beginning to grow on the limbs. The red fur grew to a very long length on the bottom sides of his wrists and below his elbows; growing into a curved shape. Red fur proceeded to cover the rest of his arms before the numbness went away. Tony felt the dense fur weighing down his arms, making it slightly harder to hold them out in front of him.

"How does this relate to the dream?" Tony said aloud, running his hands through his newly grown fur. "If it does, this is actually pretty neat.

As he continued to get a feel for his new fur, Tony felt the numbing feeling arise on his torso. Looking down, he saw a long tuft of white fur growing beneath his shirt as well as two patches of yellow fur that draped down from his shoulders that ran all the way down to his waist line. Upward facing curls of fur from the fur that grew from his shoulders formed over his upper arms and along his upper back, putting even more stress on Tony's already stretched out shirt. The fur grew so long and dense on his chest and shoulders that it made Tony's shirt stretch beyond its limits and within seconds, it shredded apart into ragged strands that gently danced down to the floor.

Tony felt that the numbing in his torso slowly began to fade away, and was being transferred to his legs. On top of his internal organs changing (making him feel rather queasy), his loss of feeling in his legs and feet made standing an impossibility as he wobbled about; his arms flailing wildly. Tony managed to support himself on the counter behind him; using his strange new strength he never knew he had before to support himself.

A loud, tearing sound came from his rear area, catching Tony off guard as he flinch and turned his head back to see what had made the noise. In content, Tony watched as a tail with thick, yellow fur emerged from behind him, forcing his pants to slide off to the floor. While his tail continued to grow, Tony saw that his legs were also changing. Dense, red fur grew from his waist line down as well as on his legs. The space between his legs was becoming less and less visible as the luscious fur continued to grow. He could faintly feel his pelvic and hip bone widening a bit, making his legs farther apart from one another.

Orange fur grew from Tony's knees; forming a flame-like symbol upon his legs. Near his ankles, the red fur curved backwards from many different points towards his large tail, making appear as though he was wearing a robe. Tony tried to look at his feet, but the fur that had grown was concealing them from his view. Underneath his "robe", Tony's feet became very scrawny in appearance as the same black fur that covered his hands grew upon his feet. His toes merged into three jagged toes that were each at least two inches long; just barely poking out from his robe-like fur.

Once Tony felt his sense of touch return to his legs, he knew now that all that was left was his head. Tony looked at his new body from his now red-orange eyes, feeling comfortable in his new fur. He still was unsure upon how it all related to the dream, but he had a good feeling that he would soon find out.

Tony grinned as he felt his head becoming numb, knowing that his transformation was almost complete. However, as he became physically numb, his pupils dilated as Tony went into a state of sudden paralysis, unable to move any part of his body. His vision started to become foggy and blurry and within moments he saw nothing but darkness. Tony's mind was screaming in a state of amazing distress, but a strange, mystical feeling began to calm his mind. Without even knowing it, Tony drifted into a state of unconsciousness as his frozen body stood still apart from his head on the brink of change.

--

Tony's vision returned, but rather than seeing the walls of his kitchen he found himself in the middle of the field from the dream once more, the same reddish-purple haze swirling about around him. Confused, he looked down at his body and saw that he was back into his normal human body. However, something didn't feel right about it. The lack of having the long, thick fur cover him and the feeling of having his thick, yellow tail behind him made him feel alien to his human body. He moaned as he went into a state of uneasiness. He was surprised on how quickly accustomed he had become to his strange, new body.

"This will be the last time you will ever be in this form, Tony." A disembodied voice suddenly said.

"Who... who said that...?" Tony muttered, his unfamiliar body making it hard to speak.

"Do not worry yourself with that. Just know that your new life will begin. Feel the magic within yourself and the very air around you, and you shall be born again."

Tony closed his eyes, attempting to do as the voice said. He could feel the magic tingling around him, seeping into his body with every breath he took. He knew it was time to shed his human skin, and leave his human form forever. Tony attempted to muster the magic within him, and when he tried to do so, a spark flared in his mind. Suddenly, the world around him turned white as he felt himself drifting back into consciousness.

He finally knew now what the dream meant: his new life was going to begin.

--

Taking a deep breath in, Tony grinned as he felt that he was back in his true body. Though his head was still numb, he was still able to enjoy his new body and the magic that he felt flow through his blood. He was tempted to manifest it, but he knew that he must wait until he was complete.

Tony's neck grew a few inches in length as it was encased with yellow fur that grew down to the fur upon his shoulders. White, thick fur grew on the lower section of Tony's head while yellow fur grew upon the top; his human hair swiftly being turned into fur. His entire skull completely changed from its human form into a more canine structure: his jaw now growing off of his face while taking his nose with it and his eyes moving farther away from each other and settling in on each side of his skull. Tony's front teeth became razor sharp and protruded slightly from his lips while the rest of his teeth turned shorter and sharper. Finally, Tony's nose became small and red, nearly completing his transformation.

Tony's ears moved up to the top of the head and grew to a very large size. They lost their round, human shape and took on a very fox-like triangular shape with the insides of his ears facing opposite directions. As short yellow fur popped up on his new ears, large red tufts of dense fur grew from the insides of his ears outwards, taking on a flame shape similar to the ones on his knees. They grew to about two feet in length before stopping.

The creature, known as Delphox, that had replaced Tony now felt the numbness fading away for the final time. As he looked around the room, he saw that his vision had become much more clear and sharper; being able to see the energies of objects that were around him. His sense of hearing was also amplified, being able to very faintly hear each snowflake collide into the windows in front of him. Everything about what he had become was perfect. However, he felt as though he was missing something.

Looking down on the floor, he saw the stick. Grinning, he picked it up and held it in his hands. Doing so made him feel more like himself, firmly grasping it in his furred hands. Delphox felt an extremely powerful mystical energy pulsing from the stick. He realized that it was more than just a stick; it was his wand, and with it he knew he was complete.

Holding his wand in front of him, Delphox drew magic from within himself to set the tip of it alight. The fire that blazed from the tip of his wand was very bright, illuminated the room to an almost blinding state. Feeling confident, Delphox wanted to try out his magic for real. Drawing a super concentrated amount of magic from within his mind, Delphox went into a brief state of focus and concentration. He felt the magic in him expand in all directions, and once he felt it, Delphox made it happen for real.

In a sudden movement, Delphox yelled out as the flame on his wand violently expanded just as he had felt in his body. The tip of his wand reached a temperature so high that it was impossible to measure. Delphox continued to release the magic through his wand, feeling a great sense of adrenaline and excitement from doing so. The area surrounding him was pure white from the intense heat of the flame, but it dealt no harm to Delphox.

After a few seconds, Delphox returned the magic into his wand and body, the flame that had grown to an enormous size retracting and settling back to its regular size. Looking around himself, Tony saw that he was no longer inside the house anymore; rather he was standing upon the blackened soil where his house once stood. The entire house had been completely vaporized from the flame he had created. There was no sign that a building had even been where Delphox stood. The charred dirt expanded two hundred feet in every direction, making a perfect circle of destruction. Even surrounding houses were set alight from the unrealistic heat that he had produced, and the snow that had once covered the ground was completely evaporated.

Grinning, Delphox knew that he was in a lot of trouble, but with his new powers nothing could stop him.