Commission done by YeppersPeppers who did an absolutely awesometastic job with this!
I never was a big rule breaker nor a actual troublemaker. I never broke stuff for fun or tried to annoy and irritate people... but I always was curious about trying my hand at Graffiti! Unfortunately there aren't many legal spray spots in my town and the few that do exist are usually private property where the owners pay for custom sprays from experienced artists... not something someome like me who never even held a spray-can would be able to apply for.
But today is the day! You don't get far in life without breaking a rule here and there so whats the harm if I do some "illegal" spraying just this once?
After stocking up on some cheap collection of spray-cans, I waited for the cover of night to arrive before sneaking into a quiet and un-popular subway station. Only one train arrives here and even during the day there are barely people passing by... despite this the term "sneaking" should be kept in quotations with my bag full of cans making echoing clunking sounds with every step I made before making a loud clunk as I dropped the bag on the floor next to a bare wall.
A can slipped out of the bag when I dropped it, rolling around until bumping against my shoe almost asking to be used first.
I picked up the can and turned it in my hand... reading the lable while reconsidering if I really wanted to do this... The label read the name of the brand: "Tenta-cool" with the name of the color: "Fresh Orange".
I sigh before mumbling "Fuck it" as I popped off the plastic cap of the spray can and began to shake it.
clack-clack-clack
That sound of the spray-can that almost everyone knows from any movie or game featuring spray-cans filled me with new courage to pull through with this minor act of vandalism. Without further ado, I pressed down on the white nub at the top to begin my masterpiece... only for it to backfire immediately... literally!
A cloud of orange shot straight into my face and with me being such an amateur, I of course didn't think about bringing a protective mask. The wet paint stuck to my cheek and the biting chemical stench shot up my nose.
"Ack!" I dropped the can out of surpise and immediately tried to use my sleeve to wipe my face clean.
"Ugh well thats just great!" I groaned, looking at my sleeve which was now soaked with the orange color I iust wiped off. I pulled out my phone and turn on the inwards facing camera to see if I still had color in my face. It seemed like I got most of it which was a relief but just as I was about to put my phone away, I noticed something... odd.
My cheek looked... roundish. It was subtle at first but especially around the cheekbone it was noticable. It was as if my face was swollen a bit. Not only that but the skin in that area looked a bit lighter than the rest... perhaps its just some leftover paint making it look like that?
I slowly reached to my face, gently touching my cheek but quickly recoild my finger upon contact... my skin felt so... so smooth. Unnaturally so! Was I having some kind of allergic reaction? This is pretty cheap paint after all!
In addition to this discovery, I also felt a wave of lightheartedness wash over me. A feeling similar to when one stands up too fast. The chemical smell of the paint must be making me... a little woozy... but this mild lightheaded feeling quickly amplified. My legs began to feel shaky and I felt my feeling of balance tipping.
I tried to take a step back to lean against the wall but tripped over the bag of spray cans, causing me to fall and land on the cold floor, my back against the wall and my legs resting on top of my bag.
I groaned... it felt like the entire world was spinning... I reached for my head... only too feel something soft... smooth... and oddly cold instead of my usual messy hair. Confused, I let my hand explore further... feeling first hand how last bits of her tufts were fusing into a smooth singular mass that was... extending? Something was... growing... I let my hand run past the soft growing shape that was starting to dangle down from the side of my head... until it was long enough for me to bring into view.
"W-wha..." I gasped as I found myself holding a thick, orange, shiny tentacle in my hands that seemed to be part of my hair. It took me a moment to fully process what I was seeing... which was wven harder with this ever stronger hazy daze I was feeling.
Once realization fully set in, I grasped my phone and hastily turn my camera back on. Looking back at me from my screen was a humanoid yet toonishly round face with long orange tentacle hair and growing pointy ears... my lip was trembling, briefly revealing some of my teeth turning into tiny pointy fangs.
"W-WHAT THE... wh... what the... w...woot... w-woomy?" My inital panic was slowly becoming mellow, confused stuttering... despite all these weird things happening right now, this growing daze was starting to make me feel... oddly good... is this how it feels like to be high? My panicked face slowly softens into a dopey, confused grin.
"W-what is... hah... happening to m-me..." I asked out loud with a dopey giggle in my voice as I gazed down at myself, seeing first hand how my fingers were rounding a bit as my palm swelled becoming more pronounced and squishy as my grey shirt was slowly paling into a plain white one with weird... black alien symbolds across the chest part.
"h-hehe I... I do-ooya... squey!" I could barely think to the point where I didn't just slurred words but let out completely nonsensical yet increasingly cheerful sounds instead of words. I suddenly shivered from a cool sensation below. I raised a leg and watched in dopey awe as a skintight coat of black nylon fabric sport pants with an orange stripe down the side. This cold sensation washed down my smoothing leg as it was warped in this layer of flexible clothing until it all accumulated at my ankle where it stopped forming, yet the blissful sensatiom lingers and amplified until it shot through the roof in a tidal wave of bliss crushing down on me as my shoes and socks BURST at the top as a pair of squishy, impossibly soft and unnaturally smooth looking humanoid feet broke free from the constraints.
"O-ooooh my w-WOOMY!" I moaned in bliss, curling my new feet and biting my lip as my eyes rolled up, glazing over with a new orange color, completely wiping any fear, confusion and... lameness in the process... I just felt so... fresh and eager! Energetic like never before! I slowly got up from the floor, still a bit dazed and shaky as I tried to recall what I was doing again and where the hell I was...
I took a step forward, bumping my foot against the orange spray-can causing it to roll over the cold floor... RIGHT! I was gonna assemble a turf war team! Can't compete alone after all!
Once I got my squad, we will give this dump a FRESH coat of paint! And any buzzkill who tries to stop us will find themselves as a dopey Inkling, dumbly giggling in a puddle of ink. You don't get far in life without breaking a rule here and there...
I never was a big rule breaker nor a actual troublemaker. I never broke stuff for fun or tried to annoy and irritate people... but I always was curious about trying my hand at Graffiti! Unfortunately there aren't many legal spray spots in my town and the few that do exist are usually private property where the owners pay for custom sprays from experienced artists... not something someome like me who never even held a spray-can would be able to apply for.
But today is the day! You don't get far in life without breaking a rule here and there so whats the harm if I do some "illegal" spraying just this once?
After stocking up on some cheap collection of spray-cans, I waited for the cover of night to arrive before sneaking into a quiet and un-popular subway station. Only one train arrives here and even during the day there are barely people passing by... despite this the term "sneaking" should be kept in quotations with my bag full of cans making echoing clunking sounds with every step I made before making a loud clunk as I dropped the bag on the floor next to a bare wall.
A can slipped out of the bag when I dropped it, rolling around until bumping against my shoe almost asking to be used first.
I picked up the can and turned it in my hand... reading the lable while reconsidering if I really wanted to do this... The label read the name of the brand: "Tenta-cool" with the name of the color: "Fresh Orange".
I sigh before mumbling "Fuck it" as I popped off the plastic cap of the spray can and began to shake it.
clack-clack-clack
That sound of the spray-can that almost everyone knows from any movie or game featuring spray-cans filled me with new courage to pull through with this minor act of vandalism. Without further ado, I pressed down on the white nub at the top to begin my masterpiece... only for it to backfire immediately... literally!
A cloud of orange shot straight into my face and with me being such an amateur, I of course didn't think about bringing a protective mask. The wet paint stuck to my cheek and the biting chemical stench shot up my nose.
"Ack!" I dropped the can out of surpise and immediately tried to use my sleeve to wipe my face clean.
"Ugh well thats just great!" I groaned, looking at my sleeve which was now soaked with the orange color I iust wiped off. I pulled out my phone and turn on the inwards facing camera to see if I still had color in my face. It seemed like I got most of it which was a relief but just as I was about to put my phone away, I noticed something... odd.
My cheek looked... roundish. It was subtle at first but especially around the cheekbone it was noticable. It was as if my face was swollen a bit. Not only that but the skin in that area looked a bit lighter than the rest... perhaps its just some leftover paint making it look like that?
I slowly reached to my face, gently touching my cheek but quickly recoild my finger upon contact... my skin felt so... so smooth. Unnaturally so! Was I having some kind of allergic reaction? This is pretty cheap paint after all!
In addition to this discovery, I also felt a wave of lightheartedness wash over me. A feeling similar to when one stands up too fast. The chemical smell of the paint must be making me... a little woozy... but this mild lightheaded feeling quickly amplified. My legs began to feel shaky and I felt my feeling of balance tipping.
I tried to take a step back to lean against the wall but tripped over the bag of spray cans, causing me to fall and land on the cold floor, my back against the wall and my legs resting on top of my bag.
I groaned... it felt like the entire world was spinning... I reached for my head... only too feel something soft... smooth... and oddly cold instead of my usual messy hair. Confused, I let my hand explore further... feeling first hand how last bits of her tufts were fusing into a smooth singular mass that was... extending? Something was... growing... I let my hand run past the soft growing shape that was starting to dangle down from the side of my head... until it was long enough for me to bring into view.
"W-wha..." I gasped as I found myself holding a thick, orange, shiny tentacle in my hands that seemed to be part of my hair. It took me a moment to fully process what I was seeing... which was wven harder with this ever stronger hazy daze I was feeling.
Once realization fully set in, I grasped my phone and hastily turn my camera back on. Looking back at me from my screen was a humanoid yet toonishly round face with long orange tentacle hair and growing pointy ears... my lip was trembling, briefly revealing some of my teeth turning into tiny pointy fangs.
"W-WHAT THE... wh... what the... w...woot... w-woomy?" My inital panic was slowly becoming mellow, confused stuttering... despite all these weird things happening right now, this growing daze was starting to make me feel... oddly good... is this how it feels like to be high? My panicked face slowly softens into a dopey, confused grin.
"W-what is... hah... happening to m-me..." I asked out loud with a dopey giggle in my voice as I gazed down at myself, seeing first hand how my fingers were rounding a bit as my palm swelled becoming more pronounced and squishy as my grey shirt was slowly paling into a plain white one with weird... black alien symbolds across the chest part.
"h-hehe I... I do-ooya... squey!" I could barely think to the point where I didn't just slurred words but let out completely nonsensical yet increasingly cheerful sounds instead of words. I suddenly shivered from a cool sensation below. I raised a leg and watched in dopey awe as a skintight coat of black nylon fabric sport pants with an orange stripe down the side. This cold sensation washed down my smoothing leg as it was warped in this layer of flexible clothing until it all accumulated at my ankle where it stopped forming, yet the blissful sensatiom lingers and amplified until it shot through the roof in a tidal wave of bliss crushing down on me as my shoes and socks BURST at the top as a pair of squishy, impossibly soft and unnaturally smooth looking humanoid feet broke free from the constraints.
"O-ooooh my w-WOOMY!" I moaned in bliss, curling my new feet and biting my lip as my eyes rolled up, glazing over with a new orange color, completely wiping any fear, confusion and... lameness in the process... I just felt so... fresh and eager! Energetic like never before! I slowly got up from the floor, still a bit dazed and shaky as I tried to recall what I was doing again and where the hell I was...
I took a step forward, bumping my foot against the orange spray-can causing it to roll over the cold floor... RIGHT! I was gonna assemble a turf war team! Can't compete alone after all!
Once I got my squad, we will give this dump a FRESH coat of paint! And any buzzkill who tries to stop us will find themselves as a dopey Inkling, dumbly giggling in a puddle of ink. You don't get far in life without breaking a rule here and there...
Category Artwork (Digital) / TF / TG
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Any
Size 1920 x 1920px
Don't see too many splatoon related too often,though suprisingly I don't think my first thought of a splatoon thing to become would be an inkling, if anything it would probably be the salmonids. Still this is neat, plus you're sure looking, for a lack of a better term, fresh ^^
I love Salmonoids. Still got a sketch for a Salmonid tf I should finish at some point... but hey you don't become the talk of the town as some dopey fish. I ain't no small fry I am aiming for the top of the scoreboard... but hey... a dopey little Salmon by my side sounds fun... hmmmmm
Yee, I get that. ^^ and honestly yeah, fun for you and the soon to be dopey fish, I'd envy the lucky sap to meet that fate
No reason for envy unless you want to look silly for throwing envy at a mirror >:3c
Yeah..... O-oh, you meant me! .....well then, I guess I'm already on my way to that fate then. Already getting fish-brained, huh?
(I'll be honest, this is still on my mind. I might need to make another request later though i think i did make one a while back)
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