Articuno and Zoroark belong to Pokemon

This is technically the third part of http://www.furaffinity.net/view/22824611/


Excited to see it work, you slightly pry open the hole in the headpiece, which lets you put your head in. As you fit the head onto Zillina's, you feel your muzzle disappear as the sensation of a hardened beak replaces it. You move your mouth around and the beak does the same, as if you've always had one. What surprised you were the wings that seemingly moved to your thoughts. They flapped a few times and you moved slightly up. If you could learn how to control your wings properly, perhaps you could learn to fly?

You looked at the mirror that had been brought with you in order to see yourself with the suit on. It was - obvious to you but supposed to be a surprise from the facility - an Articuno Skinsuit. the fur so soft to the touch, but sleek enough so that places like your "thicker areas" shone light off like human skin. The tail swooshed behind you - something that you hadn't noticed because it felt so natural to your body at the moment.

You flop down on the snow and make a snow angel, your wings doing the job that your arms would have had to do. For some reason, it felt... not warm, but... not cold? It felt juuuust right. Something made a pinging noise not to far away, and you remembered that they would be filming your stay in the arctic - well, more like making sure that one of their top scientists didn't die from hypothermia and frostbite. The camera would come on in a little over a minute, stay on for about ten minutes, then turn off for another ten minutes to conserve power.

Suddenly aware of your nudity, you decide to quickly put on the clothes provided by the company (Zillina hadn't had a say on this, so you had... less revealing clothes to work with) as you were for some reason embarrassed by the thought of someone seeing you naked, even if it was just a skinsuit.

You put on the panties first, then the short jeans, then the stockings (which had quite the grip to your legs), then the high heels. The heels were a tad bit different, in that they were open-toed by design and had specific room for the back of your now extended heels of your talons. they made you feel a bit taller, but something else resonated with you that just made your current attire feel... right. You look around the suitcase for the bra, but could not find it anywhere. Perhaps they had forgotten it? In a hurry, you snag the pink shirt from the suitcase and yank it out. Unfortunately(?) it had been caught in the zipper of the case and tore a bit off. The hole, though accidental, seemed intentionally placed as the zipper had taken an even-sized piece of the shirt, evened out in the middle. You put it on and noticed that it was showing a bit of the bottom of your breast, but it wasn't too revealing.

The camera pinged once again as its lens opened and started adjusting itself to find you. You acted as if nothing was wrong and attempted to walk back over to the igloo that was holding your equipment. As the camera followed you around, you got the hang of the high heels on your way back to the desk that was holding your private journal. The camera wouldn't be able to read what you were writing because of its angle, but you felt like your privacy was slowly being stripped away. After ten minutes of reluctant writing, the camera turned off and you came back outside. It had started to snow slightly, and the wind was picking up.

To you, it only felt like warm, slow-moving rain and the gusts felt like summer breezes. The insulation in the suit was phenomenal - you already knew that - but still, technology implemented in order to turn the cold into heat was truly amazing - and you had helped develop it! You could go on for days passionately explaining to someone how it worked, but in short: The suit warms up the lower the surrounding's temperature was. It didn't melt the ice because the insulation kept the heating inside of the suit, which just made you look that much more believable!

"You love this body, don't you?" A voice says in your head, echoing as if bouncing on every wall in your head.
"W-who...?" You try to ask the voice in your head, except you didn't know what to ask.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I never introduced myself. I am you as you are now."
"You're this suit?"
"Not necessarily. We both know that this suit is nothing more than a scientific breakthrough, nothing more and nothing less. You could consider me the consciousness of you while you're wearing this suit. I'm not like the Zillina suit you're wearing beneath me, because she was based off of another person. I'm completely original!"
"I must be going crazy to be hearing voices."
"Maybe. I might just be a psychotic condition that you developed from being out in isolation, or I could be "Us", ya' know?"
"So, you'll be adjusting how I am as a person while I'm wearing this suit?"
"Kind of... I don't really know how else to explain it, as I don't know much more than you do. We're one, as you might say."
"Then what might be our name?"
"It's... um... uh, I don't think... "we" have one. I can't remember one."
"Why not... Slushie?"
"Are you feeling a bit sad that it's July 11th and you're miles away from the nearest gas station?"
"Maybe..."
"Slushie it is!" Slushie said, but you said out loud. It's not like you were being controlled, more like you were allowing yourself to be Slushie while the suit was on, and Slushie had just been the one who had said "Slushie it is!"

You look down at yourself, giving yourself a cocky grin. Perhaps Slushie was a bit of a seductive, slightly sassy but caring girl?
"I... I don't even feel cold anymore...! B-but now I feel something... else? Maybe a bit naughty...? Sassy...? Huhuhu, maybe I could just take this suit for myself and surprise Zillina and Aura with this ~ <3" You posed a bit in the snow, until the camera turned back on. "Tch... no privacy" you mumbled to yourself. You decided to stop and put the suitcase away. As you pick it up, you heard something move around from inside the case. You set it down and fumbled around with your hand until you pull out a bra. It had been the same color as the suitcase's interior and in your haste you had missed it. You look down at the breasts that were now yours and could see the bumps against the cloth that easily showed where your nipples were. You decided that you looked better without the bra on and tossed it back into the bag.

When you had the camera pinned on you, you would write a fan fiction of you and Zillina because you couldn't wait to surprise her as Slushie. While it wasn't, you posed or slept or made snow men while you waited for the ship to come back.



Thank you for your patience with this second part! I had to write this story for literally an hour while moving around things in my room. Thanks again for those who watch me and give me feedback, as well as my pals who keep on supporting me, such as koabao and anomani for making me want to start drawing again in the first place!

Want to take the story of this forward or divert it down a different path? Want to use my characters? Just let me know, and I'll be rooting for ya' all the way!

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