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A hundred words of criticism is hard when so much was done right. The foot, the face, the wing movements, the flow all great. There's n...

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Sonix Fox Promo Card for MSP Springcon
I'm going to sit behind a table and wave pencils at people this weekend.

www.facebook.com/events/362301…

So swing on by. It's super cheap at $14 admission. See grassroots comic creators doing what they're PASSIONATE about!
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You feel a twinge.

The burger was pretty good, but the guy behind the counter had this weird glint in his eye as he took your money.

You felt the juice and the heat and the meat slide down your throat after delighting every taste and warm juicy sensation on your tongue.

But now that you're standing and walking out of "TF Burger!" ... there's a twinge.

Something spreading out from your belly, the fizz of the pop and the warmth of the lump of just delicious FOOD in your BELLY.

"Oh..." You say unbidden as the twinge hits again, this time like a brisk winter's breeze over your whole body.

Rip-CRACK.

You look down at your feet, seeing dark claws have suddenly torn out of your shoes and gripped the pavement. The tearing of the rest of your shoes doesn't really seem like your feet were GROWING as much as the shoes were SHRINKING and tearing themselves apart as you watched your pink feet fill out like a pair of hot balloons, bigger furry toes clutching the remains of your shoes as you stumble back.

Your back hits the wall and reminds you that "your feet" aren't something you can run away from.

Fur covers them now, rich dark chocolate brown on top and cream white on the soles. You look back at the storefront of "TF Burger!" only to see it's gone. The niche restaurant you thought you'd try on a whim ... it's like it never was, and you're staring in stead at a ramshackle hut with a "condemned" sign on it.

Condemned.

The word resonates, as it seems like you're most definitely condemned to some sort of furry fate.

An urge to hide grips you, like perhaps if no one sees you it'll all go away and you can go back to your life. You pull back the condemned sign and struggle into the dark hut, also wildly hoping for that receipt you casually tossed away.

Maybe you like TF and furry, but still seeing it happen to your flesh in real time when (until now) you've never heard of anything like it happening in real life leaves a lot of scary questions bubbling up.

What am I turning into?

Am I growing, or are my new feet just big?

And, you say aloud in a hushed whisper as you stare at your tingling fingers: "How far is this going to GO?"

Like your feet, the claws on your hands come in a rush, curling out from the tips where your nails once were. All five appear to be short and blunt, better for gripping the ground (like your feet) than for "ripping someone to shreds" so that's a plus. You hope.

Over and over you turn your hands as they change, watching the dark chocolate fur spread from where the claws meet your skin, down to your knuckles, then wrists. Also: dark chocolate on the backs with palms of creamy white.

You blink.

"Skunk?" the thought comes and goes, as you had other things to do.

Looking around the abandoned shack, you see piles and piles of boxes marked "Archives" and (still feeling the need to hide) you move a few and hunker down behind them so they block the path between you and the door.

The door - back to reality, back to humanity, back to the Real World which feels oh-so-UNreal right now.

The change has moved under your clothes, with your hands and feet fully furred and clawed, padded and inhuman. You feel the fur weaving out of your skin as it creeps up ankle and wrist, calf and forearm. You find you don't know what to do with your handpaws, now, waving them in front of you nervously. On instinct, you slap them onto the ground. Perhaps to keep them as far away from your head as possible.

And that's when the tail starts to grow.

Like a surfer using his hand to describe a wicked wave he thrashed last week, your tailbone curls out from its cemented vestigial impotence to fully-erecting tent your pants and continue the wave back up your spine all the way to your skull and a sudden SHOUT breaks through the back of your throat. It's a snake now, your whole spine, and it hears a mobo beat your ears don't. Thrashing and curling, your whole spine (and slowly growing tail) whip your whole body as you stop sitting and start standing ....

on all fours.

Somehow your tail curls left and out and over your pants, pushing them down just enough to let it wag free.

There's a pause now and you start to catch your breath. You look behind and see the color pattern remains: dark chocolate fur on back, creamy white underbelly. The tail looks curled like a Shibe or husky and you blink at it once. Then several times, mentally willing the change to stop right there and go no further.

And then comes the ear-splitting whine.

You don't make the sound - it is what you hear as your ears transform, bulging out and growing the same chocoalte-and-cream fur. Shaking your head, knowing something's changed there, not seeing it, you look around desperately. Further into the shack you see a cracked, dirty sink and a broken ...

"Convenient Mirror Is Convenient." You say to yourself, and make your way over.

Halfway there, you realize you're walking comfortably on all fours .. so you stand up. Tall again, head slightly spinning, your hold your arms out and look at yourself. Your clothes aren't strained over an expanding hulk-like body but in fact are a little loose in odd places, the underlying body having shrunk or grown in places.

You remember why you stood up, and shuffle over to the mirror.

Furred black-and-cream pawhands gripping the cracked sink, you see and feel the fur creeping up from under your collar to begin to enclose your face. Your whole body is furred, leaving only your head. Yes, your ears have changed - husky ears, pulled back in fear. You grab your left ear with your handpaw and pull it out to look at the creamy interior and now the whine comes from you. You're still changing.

Dream-come-true or not, you didn't ask any for this, and your body is changing at the whim of a supernatural thing from beyond you've never met.

The fur overtakes your normal hair, and you see the edges of your jaw and throat are revealing a fox-like fur pattern emerging on your face. Breathing through your nose heavily, it blackens and curls up and out into a dog's nose, pulling your lips with it over elongating rows of teeth growing sharp. Grimacing, pulling your lips back, you watch as the teeth grow out into the fangs of a dog. Screwing your eyes shut, the last of the fur covers your head and eyelids and you're completely covered in fur.

Several seconds pass, breathing heavily. You look at yourself, gripping the sink. You turn your head left and right to see the fur and eyes and fangs and ears. Your every fur folicle stands on edge.

Then a minute. You're still griping the think with your still-opposable-thumbed handpaws, and you slowly relax. Your ears snap forward. Your tail waves gently back and forth. Your grip on the sink softens.

You stand.

You look at your handpaws.

You glance over your shoulder at and wag your tail.

You eye your ears in the mirror and flick them back and forth.

You blink.

You open your mouth as far as it can go, and let your tongue curl back between your canine fangs as you watch your image in the mirror.

You hesitate, but it must be done, and there's no one around. You start to unbutton your shirt.

It's a little tricky at times with your new handpaws, but you eventually get the job done, and can see yourself. All of yourself from top to bottom.

A voice in the back of your head says mildly "Not so bad..."

And you feel another twinge.

Your spine and tail decide to do the mambo again, and you find yourself on all fours. Now your neck curls again, and your head pulls back to a position impossible for a normal human body. Your precious opposable thumb shrinks back and your palms stretch out and your fingers bulge.

Your thighs shorten but thicken, your feet grow longer, and your chest barrels out. In a few seconds...

You're a dog, from head to toe.
A hundred words of criticism is hard when so much was done right. The foot, the face, the wing movements, the flow all great.

There's not enough and it goes by too quick and could be bigger. A download option where you get all the frames would let the viewer step through at their own speed.

A TF is a story, and this could be enhanced with some more context before and after and during. Who is he? Is he enjoying it or is he apprehensive? Where's he going?

A minimal background also helps "ground" the character as more real.

But overall, a really great TF!




This link is the only way you'll see this video. It's unlisted.

http:/www.patreon.com/picklejuice13

For continued life.
You feel a twinge.

The burger was pretty good, but the guy behind the counter had this weird glint in his eye as he took your money.

You felt the juice and the heat and the meat slide down your throat after delighting every taste and warm juicy sensation on your tongue.

But now that you're standing and walking out of "TF Burger!" ... there's a twinge.

Something spreading out from your belly, the fizz of the pop and the warmth of the lump of just delicious FOOD in your BELLY.

"Oh..." You say unbidden as the twinge hits again, this time like a brisk winter's breeze over your whole body.

Rip-CRACK.

You look down at your feet, seeing dark claws have suddenly torn out of your shoes and gripped the pavement. The tearing of the rest of your shoes doesn't really seem like your feet were GROWING as much as the shoes were SHRINKING and tearing themselves apart as you watched your pink feet fill out like a pair of hot balloons, bigger furry toes clutching the remains of your shoes as you stumble back.

Your back hits the wall and reminds you that "your feet" aren't something you can run away from.

Fur covers them now, rich dark chocolate brown on top and cream white on the soles. You look back at the storefront of "TF Burger!" only to see it's gone. The niche restaurant you thought you'd try on a whim ... it's like it never was, and you're staring in stead at a ramshackle hut with a "condemned" sign on it.

Condemned.

The word resonates, as it seems like you're most definitely condemned to some sort of furry fate.

An urge to hide grips you, like perhaps if no one sees you it'll all go away and you can go back to your life. You pull back the condemned sign and struggle into the dark hut, also wildly hoping for that receipt you casually tossed away.

Maybe you like TF and furry, but still seeing it happen to your flesh in real time when (until now) you've never heard of anything like it happening in real life leaves a lot of scary questions bubbling up.

What am I turning into?

Am I growing, or are my new feet just big?

And, you say aloud in a hushed whisper as you stare at your tingling fingers: "How far is this going to GO?"

Like your feet, the claws on your hands come in a rush, curling out from the tips where your nails once were. All five appear to be short and blunt, better for gripping the ground (like your feet) than for "ripping someone to shreds" so that's a plus. You hope.

Over and over you turn your hands as they change, watching the dark chocolate fur spread from where the claws meet your skin, down to your knuckles, then wrists. Also: dark chocolate on the backs with palms of creamy white.

You blink.

"Skunk?" the thought comes and goes, as you had other things to do.

Looking around the abandoned shack, you see piles and piles of boxes marked "Archives" and (still feeling the need to hide) you move a few and hunker down behind them so they block the path between you and the door.

The door - back to reality, back to humanity, back to the Real World which feels oh-so-UNreal right now.

The change has moved under your clothes, with your hands and feet fully furred and clawed, padded and inhuman. You feel the fur weaving out of your skin as it creeps up ankle and wrist, calf and forearm. You find you don't know what to do with your handpaws, now, waving them in front of you nervously. On instinct, you slap them onto the ground. Perhaps to keep them as far away from your head as possible.

And that's when the tail starts to grow.

Like a surfer using his hand to describe a wicked wave he thrashed last week, your tailbone curls out from its cemented vestigial impotence to fully-erecting tent your pants and continue the wave back up your spine all the way to your skull and a sudden SHOUT breaks through the back of your throat. It's a snake now, your whole spine, and it hears a mobo beat your ears don't. Thrashing and curling, your whole spine (and slowly growing tail) whip your whole body as you stop sitting and start standing ....

on all fours.

Somehow your tail curls left and out and over your pants, pushing them down just enough to let it wag free.

There's a pause now and you start to catch your breath. You look behind and see the color pattern remains: dark chocolate fur on back, creamy white underbelly. The tail looks curled like a Shibe or husky and you blink at it once. Then several times, mentally willing the change to stop right there and go no further.

And then comes the ear-splitting whine.

You don't make the sound - it is what you hear as your ears transform, bulging out and growing the same chocoalte-and-cream fur. Shaking your head, knowing something's changed there, not seeing it, you look around desperately. Further into the shack you see a cracked, dirty sink and a broken ...

"Convenient Mirror Is Convenient." You say to yourself, and make your way over.

Halfway there, you realize you're walking comfortably on all fours .. so you stand up. Tall again, head slightly spinning, your hold your arms out and look at yourself. Your clothes aren't strained over an expanding hulk-like body but in fact are a little loose in odd places, the underlying body having shrunk or grown in places.

You remember why you stood up, and shuffle over to the mirror.

Furred black-and-cream pawhands gripping the cracked sink, you see and feel the fur creeping up from under your collar to begin to enclose your face. Your whole body is furred, leaving only your head. Yes, your ears have changed - husky ears, pulled back in fear. You grab your left ear with your handpaw and pull it out to look at the creamy interior and now the whine comes from you. You're still changing.

Dream-come-true or not, you didn't ask any for this, and your body is changing at the whim of a supernatural thing from beyond you've never met.

The fur overtakes your normal hair, and you see the edges of your jaw and throat are revealing a fox-like fur pattern emerging on your face. Breathing through your nose heavily, it blackens and curls up and out into a dog's nose, pulling your lips with it over elongating rows of teeth growing sharp. Grimacing, pulling your lips back, you watch as the teeth grow out into the fangs of a dog. Screwing your eyes shut, the last of the fur covers your head and eyelids and you're completely covered in fur.

Several seconds pass, breathing heavily. You look at yourself, gripping the sink. You turn your head left and right to see the fur and eyes and fangs and ears. Your every fur folicle stands on edge.

Then a minute. You're still griping the think with your still-opposable-thumbed handpaws, and you slowly relax. Your ears snap forward. Your tail waves gently back and forth. Your grip on the sink softens.

You stand.

You look at your handpaws.

You glance over your shoulder at and wag your tail.

You eye your ears in the mirror and flick them back and forth.

You blink.

You open your mouth as far as it can go, and let your tongue curl back between your canine fangs as you watch your image in the mirror.

You hesitate, but it must be done, and there's no one around. You start to unbutton your shirt.

It's a little tricky at times with your new handpaws, but you eventually get the job done, and can see yourself. All of yourself from top to bottom.

A voice in the back of your head says mildly "Not so bad..."

And you feel another twinge.

Your spine and tail decide to do the mambo again, and you find yourself on all fours. Now your neck curls again, and your head pulls back to a position impossible for a normal human body. Your precious opposable thumb shrinks back and your palms stretch out and your fingers bulge.

Your thighs shorten but thicken, your feet grow longer, and your chest barrels out. In a few seconds...

You're a dog, from head to toe.

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DanteVergilLoverAR Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2016   General Artist
Thanks for the :+fav:
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sonicxz123 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2016
heya, PJ, still at work? I'm worried for ya
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sonicxz123 Featured By Owner Jul 15, 2016
hiya, PJ, have a look to your notes
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a1993 Featured By Owner Jun 22, 2016
Followed a few other pages your on :)
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picklejuice13 Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2016
Thanks! I have more uncensored stuff over on my FA and transfur
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gamingnet Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2016
When Are Going To Bring Back Your Site?
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picklejuice13 Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2016
Try it now www.picklejuice13.com
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subjectchanger Featured By Owner Apr 11, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
hey pickle, may I add a idea to your brain?
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picklejuice13 Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016
go for it subjectchanger :) Love the name.
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subjectchanger Featured By Owner Apr 16, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
ok, have you ever made a comic about you turning into your sloth persona?
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