smashacademy | [private to char; backdated]

[Oh. That's... REALLY OMINOUS...]

What? What's happenin'?

I had a fever, but now there's something else.

Things growing out of my head. Think they're horns.

I'd feel good if I had you over here.

I'm there.

[It's not a long walk from the teacher dorms to the RA dorms, and it's an even shorter flight. In a matter of minutes, Char's there. He doesn't bother knocking before he enters, because Green thinks he might be growing horns and that could mean a WHOLE LOT OF THINGS.]

Lemme see 'em, boss.

[Green's huddled in the corner of his bed when Char finds him, sitting in nothing but boxer shorts. He was burning hot, and he couldn't stand it. Also, he felt like his back was going to split open. He needed one of those deep tissue massage things. He breathes a sigh of relief at his Pokemon's appearance, and brings his hands up to his head, spreading his hair apart. They're longer than they had been. Definitely... orange.]

[It's Green, after all, so Char doesn't even spare a single thought against getting in close to examine these things. Growing horns is a pretty ambiguous thing, after all. A rhino has horns. So does a Ralts. But these... yeah, they're definitely orange. Ooh, there's a funny little surge of mixed feelings.

He presses the back of a hand to Green's forehead. Everyone's cool to the touch when you're a fire-type, even if they're running a fever, right? But...]

Boss, you're almost warm.

Warm? God, no, I'm fucking hot. I'm burning.

[Green wanted to put his body weight on Char's touch because he had no energy of his own, but he ended up just slumping forward. He reached one hand behind him to scratch at his back.]

l-Look at my back, too. Tell me what's...

[He trailed off, no way of knowing that wings were beginning to develop under the skin.]

[Char shifted over so he could get a look at Green's back. His trainer, body temperature aside, Green wasn't looking so hot. Even asking him to turn around felt like a bit much to demand.

He wasn't sure what he was expecting to see -- there were no freaky mutant space tentacles back there or anything. It was just a bunch of skin. But still... things didn't quite look normal. The skin was stretched taught, and right between the shoulder blades, sat identical lumps of... something. Hesitantly, he reached out and laid his hands on them. They felt bony. For a second, Char let his eyes drop down to the hem of Green's boxers (no homo). All that heat, orange horns, now these things on (in?) his back...]

There's somethin' not right back here.

[Char moved back in front of Green, this time facing away so he could show Green his wings. He gave them a little twitch, trying to indicate the point where they met his own back.]

It feels weird right about here, doesn't it?

[Green stared at Char's wings for a moment blankly. The pieces began to fall into place. And then... The Question.]

... Will you check my... spine? ... The bottom?

[DO I HAVE A TAIL OH MY GOD IS MY ASS GOING TO LIGHT ON FIRE HOW WHEN WHAT]

[Oh. Well.

Apparently they were inching toward the same conclusion, but that didn't make that request any less... uh. Well, it was a thing. For a moment, Char stared in silence, wondering if that was a sincere question or not. He'd already half-risen, prepared to do this thing for the sake of giving the trainer he loved some peace of mind, but really. Really?]

I get where you're comin' from here, but... you, uh... you sure?

[He buried his face in his pillow, nodding. Holy shit. This was so goddamn embarrassing.]

You don't need to... touch anything you can just. Look. Please.

[The desire to not request one of his best male friends to take a gander at his ass was getting drowned out by the possibility of igniting into flames at any second.]

[Well, stranger things had happened.

It said a lot about this goddamn school that checking his trainer's ass for signs of firebutt was not the strangest thing that had happened.

Trying not to have too much of an air of prom night nervousness, Char hesitantly let his hand hover over the hem of Green's underwear. There was no sign of a tail above the waistband, at least, though that probably wasn't much of a comfort.

Guess that meant taking the plunge, then. (Except maybe with a better choice of words.) Delicately, Char tugged the boxers out of the way.

Well, there was one ray of sunshine in this situation: whatever else was going on with Green, he didn't have a tail yet. The problem was that "yet" seemed to be the operative word. Char wasn't exactly super familiar with what Green's ass looked like on a normal day, but he was pretty sure that Green's spine was standing out more than usual. He studied it a moment, trying to be certain, before it occurred to him that this was probably one of those things you couldn't look at for too long before it stopped being entirely straight. He quicky tugged the waistband back up and averted his eyes to the back of Green's head.]

You ain't got a tail or nothing, but... you already know how it's gonna end up, don't you?

[They just would never have to talk about this one again. Especially since it turned out he didn't have a tail and he has essentially just told his Charizard to stare at his bare ass for no big revelation. He turned to look at Char over his shoulder, gaze cloudy.]

... Yeah. I feel.

[Scalding hot. Scared shitless. Confused.]

... Kind of. Angry.

[At least it was a nice ass. There's comfort in that.

Char frowned, studying Green for a moment. He... didn't know what to do about this. He wasn't really sure he'd figured out the secret to switching off all the fierce and furious instincts that came with being a Charizard, let alone how to deal with the possibility of wings and tail coming in bit-by-bit instead of in one painless poff. If it was a Charizard Green was turning into, though, that made Char responsible for him.]

...Yeah. Angry happens a lot.

Look, don't freak out. I'm stayin' right here. I'll be here the whole time.

[Some little part of him knew that it wasn't too polite to tell a potential Charizard that he was staying in the dude's territory instead of asking, but that very same part also stubbornly felt like he had the right to be telling instead of asking.]

[Lucky for Char, it wasn't asking a lot to intrude on his territory. Go right ahead and intrude.]

... Thanks. I'm not freaking out.

[A lie.]

Good.

[He did not really believe there was no freaking out.]

I'll have your back, alright? There's lots of good stuff about bein' a Charizard. You won't mind bein' so hot. You can borrow my clothes, so you don't gotta sweat that at all. Once the shitty part's over, I can show you how to fly, you can try breathin' fire, and...

[He looked away, feeling a little shy about bringing this last one up:]

...I wouldn't mind sharin' flames once yours comes in. If you wanted to.

[This caught Green's attention, and he perked up to look back at the Charizard. A light, decidedly animalistic thrill ran through his body at the idea.]

... What is that like?

[What was it like to share soul-flames? A tough question: nothing he'd ever experienced as a human quite matched up to it. It was trying to describe a literal version of a concept that was very metaphorical to the average person -- souls embracing just wasn't quite so easy to pull off when yours wasn't burning out in the open.

Charizards as a whole weren't known to be docile or kindhearted creatures, so that just made this one gesture of selfless love and trust all the more important: it was hard to put into words the oasis of calming warmth it brought to a creature that was normally a blazing spitfire, hard to say just how much of it was from the mingling itself and how much was from the knowledge that you could put your most vulnerable self in someone's hands and come away burning brighter, not afraid or ashamed.]

Well... it's kinda like... you get a taste of the things that fuel me, and I get the things that fuel you. It's a real warm, bright kinda feelin' that shoots up your spine and all through you. We usually do it to boost up someone who ain't feelin' too good, so if you're still feelin' sick or sore or anything, you'll probably feel a bit better afterwards.

[Kind of a vague explanation, but it was the best he could fumble out; when it came to this kinda sappy thing, words were never really his forte. His tail seemed to be trying to make up for it: there was some very distinctly excited-Charmander-esque wagging going on at the prospect of sharing flames with Green.]

[He had always known that it was a hard to describe situation, but incredibly personal and special. Considering they had always been driven by so many of the same elements, it would probably be... pretty nice.]

... That's. I'd like to do that.

[Just when he thought his tail couldn't get any wigglier. Char was trying not to get too excited about Green getting stuck with turning into something against his will, but with a promise like that hanging in the air -- I mean, it wasn't as if he'd never wondered what it'd be like if he could share flames with Green, right?]

Something to look forward to, then. I bet you're gonna burn brighter'n anyone else I know.

[He tried to ignore the pain still sparking up and down his spine long enough to flash Char a small smile.]

You think?

Toughest guy I've ever met. Only makes sense you'd burn real hot, right?

[Already there, buddy.]

Guess we'll see.

[He pushed his face into the pillow in front of him.]

Ugh.

'Til then... y'need something, boss? An ice pack or a drink or something?

[He put the brakes on the tail-wagging: that could wait until the rough part was over. In the meantime... Char certainly couldn't mother-hen like Bulba, but he definitely owed it to Green to make the transition into Charizardhood as smooth as possible.]

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