Rivalry Remembered
This is a 9000w commissioned, ‘choose your own adventure’ story written by AlexNightmurr and belongs to the writer and the commissioner: - - -. 

Being the first CYOA story I have written, the impact that the reader has is quite minium and there are only two endings for this iteration of the story. The reason for this, even though the commissioner wanted additional endings and branching paths, it was quite exhaustive for me - as a writer - to write this type of story of this type with these themes. 

Regardless, that has not impacted the quality of my writing and I am sure transformation and plush fans will have something to love here. Get ready for a long, plush filled read! 

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The ‘Toymaster’, Shawshank, was known for his special, plushifying antics. One day, he decided to experiment on so-called ‘brothers of flame’: Gick, Lumer and Oxide. 
Shawshank is a crux: a special animal that his curly ears, big paws and lagomorphic feet. In terms of height, Shawshank was nothing to write home about in that aspect, but - for his species - he is considered tall. His fur has the unmistakable patterns and marking of a Crux, being stripey around the tail and ears. Shawshank’s fur is white, and his markings are black.

Three young men stood in the front of Shawshank, looking rather stern. Shawshank had hidden powers: he could mold human people into their ‘other selves’ - their fursonas, to be precise. Not only could he do that, but also make them into something even more toy-like: plushies. 
They were named Gick, Oxide and Lumer. Lumer was the youngest of the three, about eight years old. Oxide was a little older than him, but Gick seemed the oldest out of the three - and his height kind of gave that away. 
 
Shawshank had perfected his power so much that he could do pretty much anything he wants to his test subjects. But what he didn’t know, is that he was being overseen by his rival throughout all of his trial and error experiments: Scoop, a big brown bear.
Today was going to be a culmination of all Shawshank’s effort; continuous transformations and experiments would be done today. As to why he did it… For pleasure, of course. And also to further his scientific research into human’s other selves which take the form of ‘fursonas’ - anthropomorphic versions of them. 
Shawshank got to work on transforming the humans into their fursonas - starting from the left human and transforming into a Crux - then the next to a small rabbit boy and the final human into a tall sergal. Fur grew on their skin in large roots and thickened all across their naked, smooth bodies. Once hairless, these humans were now covered in coloured fur - Shawshank’s very own choice. They sprouted tails, grew muzzles, he gave them ears - and more. All so these 3 brothers of flame could become the greatest subjects he has ever experimented on.

After transforming them into their fursonas, Shawshank took a long look at what he achieved and smiled.
Gick is the green-furred sergal, quite lithe in terms of appearance. The fur of the tips and edges of his ears, and the floofy fur on the back of his feet, is coloured in light blue. Like all sergals, his head sticks out the most and blends well with his lean build. His eyes are amber, and his tongue is blue - akin to certain parts of his fur. 
Since Lumer, Gick and Oxide are ‘brothers of flame’, Gick also bears the flame mark on his body; its situated on the front of his left upper thigh, to be precise. 
Next, is the Crux, named Oxide. Cruxes are a unique species in this world - their body build akin to that of a lagomorph. The differences being: that their ears are cute and curly, and their tails are big and bushy. 
Oxide is covered in green and black striped fur and his tongue is green - making him look like a toxic animal, which is why he was named “Oxide”. Actually, Oxide’s fur colours are close to Gick’s - which is another thing that the two have in common. 
Like the other two, Oxide’s flame mark is smack in the middle of his fluffy chest. And, out of all them, Oxide is the most upbeat and outgoing. He's far from judgemental, too. 
Lumer was the youngest of the three brothers, being a young rabbit boy. His head was charastically like a lion's mane, the colour being the same as his fur - a muted grey colour. It's also easy to recognise him from the flame mark he has on his right arm. Lumer had the typical lagomorphic body frame that complemented his young age - short, slightly chubby, and most of his body fat being below his waist. Lumer wears a diaper that's baggy and makes himself feel same. 
His legs were strong and stout from being a rabbit, and his eyes were a deep blue - to match his heart-warming personality. 
Now that they're all transformed into their sonas, the next step was to turn them into plushies - stage two of the experiment was about to begin. 

Shawshank started with the first subject that he laid his eyes upon: Oxide. Now fully transformed into a crux, it was time to plushify him - like he has done to so many subjects before. However, these subjects are special - they are ‘brothers of flame’, and share a special bond. 
“Would that bond carry over?” Shawshank thought as he invoked Oxide’s body to stay still.
He was still, but alive. Becoming a plush meant to kill the life inside in the most harmless way possible, thereby preserving the body and it’s shape. 
Though it was his first experiment with the ‘brothers of flame’, and he could ill-afford to go wrong, Shawshank decided to throw caution to the air and make Oxide extra-plushy than what most of his fellow friends would turn out to be. Why? He doesn’t know why exactly, just that the Crux sparked a curiosity in him he wishes to explore.
The Toymaster has a lot of energy stored in him, and he best expend it the best way he can. 
As usual, Shawshank started the process by plushifying his insides - something that went along fairly quickly, thanks to his eagerness. In mere seconds, Oxide’s insides were wrapped and protected by a cushiony cotton material, and the Toymaster began work on the next step: the outside body. Working on the inside of the body is the most difficult, as the Toymaster had to carefully pinpoint the exact location of each organ - and protect it. 
Shawshank opted to start the outside transformation at Oxide’s handpaws, and he watched with focus as he saw cotton wrapping up from Oxide’s big handpaws, to his short stubby claws, and then his narrow shoulders. 
Oxide’s once detailed fur was covered in soft cotton, slightly silky to the touch but quite sturdy. His paws were transformed into big plushy mitts in the plushifying process, and his feet were undergoing the same change also. The appearance of his paws made him look like a big, cuddly teddy bear. The colour of the fabric was the same colour as his fur: mostly light green, but black where his markings once were. The Toymaster took extra care to make sure his fur markings are as detailed and are true to the original as much as possible.
Where the claws on his paws were, the cotton was sewn differently and was black to represent them.
His feet had become soft, big and lumpy from the transformation - and his chest was even furrier than before. His eyes were no longer alive - forming into solid amber balls, and the nose on his muzzles hardened too.
At first, the Toymaster was worried as the Crux’s flame symbol was gone from being covered - but he soon breathed a sigh a relief as the same flame symbol was embedded into the fresh green cotton, leaving flickers of flame behind. Like before, the emblem was pitch black.
Shawshank marvelled as Oxide’s special power was still living inside him, despite the obvious lifeless state.

Lumer’s transformation was underway, and it began with his eyes no longer moving. What once was his sky blue eyes, had since stopped moving completely - and it looked like he was staring off into space. His tail stopped bobbing behind him, and he felt the last air of his body escape through his mouth in his last inhale from Shawshank’s life-sucking (yet painless and humane) magic. Instead of falling to the ground, Lumer just stood there - still as a statue.
“Looks like that worked like I thought it would,”
The Toymaster smirked as he saw his magical effects working yet again on the once-live rabbit. 
Now that his body was slowly losing air, the Toymaster began filling up any empty spaces with cushiony cotton stuffing. First, his organs had to be dealt with before he even could consider filling up his body with cotton. Luckily, that was a pretty easy task - given that, by the seconds, every organ was losing life from little to no air (it was steadily leaving his body). But the Toymaster was feeling pretty impatient; he still had quite a few more transformations to go before his little arsenal was complete. 
Oxide’s transformation took an average amount of time, but he wanted to do something different with this experiment: speed up the process by amplifying the power of his magic. 
It was a risky process, and the Toymaster had to be careful not to kill the body in the process - but, with years of experience with the plushifying techniques, it wouldn’t hurt to have some variety. 
The Toymaster’s face concentrated, and he put all his mind into the experiment. He started thinking about how exactly the organs would wrap with cotton (a huge reason why his transformation magic worked in the first place was because of willpower) , and subsequently fill up with cotton stuffing - as deeply as he could to make it a reality. After opening his eyes from his strenuous concentration, he noticed that his predictions were correct: his could speed up the process through the power of deep concentration!
Shawshank let out a relieved sigh in victory. 
“I guess my rival is no match for me after all,”
Shawshank was surprised about the words that just left his mouth. What rival? He didn't even think about what he was going to say! He just brushed it off casually, thinking that his mind was playing weird tricks on him. 
He could feel how Lumer’s organs were dying in that moment, only to be quickly wrapped in cotton stuffing to preserve their shape - and to not make Lumer’s body fall apart over time. 
However, his organs were only one of many integral parts of his body to be covered in cotton - many more parts of his body remained and the Toymaster had to make sure not to focus on one element of his body too much - as the rest will be ignored.
“I should focus on preserving the whole of the inside body, not just the organs…” he said aloud, then smiled as he could see Lumer’s previously-deflated chest rise up proudly once more - no doubt a result of that plentiful cotton stuffing underneath. 
Paws that previously hung down in defeat, were risen to meet equal level with his hips - making Lumer look a lot more confident, albeit lifeless of expression. As the Toymaster considered that, an idea struck him like lightning. 
“I could change the face!” he said, ecstatic with joy.
Although the Crux has been doing this for years, he has yet to see the joy return to the faces of his plush subjects. At first, he previously thought that it would be impossible to do, but today - the Toymaster was feeling especially ambitious. He would try his best to make Lumer smile again, by conjuring cotton in just the right places behind his face.
It will like assembling pieces of a puzzle; it was something that the Toymaster barely had the answer to - but, as a rather special scientist - he would always try to find the answer, no matter the difficulty. But, thankfully, Lumer’s skeletal structure made it a lot easier to pinpoint exact locations - especially around his face. Once his impossible wonder was achieved, the Crux could scarcely believe what he was seeing. He actually did it! Lumer was cracking a nice broad smile that made him seem quite alive, a perfect cherry on top to the boy’s personality, body, and his diaper. The mischievous Crux also made sure to fill his rabbit toy up with the same cotton stuffing that was as fluffy and as soft as his fur.
In the process of going through the finishing touches, the Toymaster began work on a extra piece of apparel that Lumer was characteristic for: his diaper.
The white, bright cotton was thickening - the fabric becoming denser.
Sighing with contentment, the Toymaster concluded that his work with Lumer was complete, and it was time to move onto the next test subject. 

One fursona remained, and it was Gick. The Toymaster had used a lot of his energy thus far, and he was starting to feel faint from all the effort he's put into these continuous transformations. He sighed, exhausted - and took a few minutes break. He couldn't quite remember why he was doing this, but something at the back of his mind nagged him to keep on transforming these subjects. What was it? Was it his determination as a scientist, a rivalry to whom he didn't know, or something darker - like mind control? 
Shawshank gulped. No, it couldn't have been any of those reasons. He's doing this of his own accord, for the sake of research and results. The crux remembered the first thought that drifted into his mind when he began his experiments in the first place: it was pleasing to him, and to sate a carnal satisfaction. Even now, he could feel his dick throb in his loins. Standing back up, he tried to collect his thoughts together - but it was a bit of a mess. All he could think about was continuing his experiments, like it was secondary nature…
“That's weird, I've never thought like that before.” Shawshank mused. 

Trying to shake his head from the dizziness, he refocused his eyes into Gick’s still form and began the final transformation. 
Compared to the others, this transformation went along meanderingly slow. 
It didn’t help that Gick was the tallest of the three flame brothers too, so it was even harder to plushify him.
The Toymaster eventually managed though, seeing the green fur on, Gick harden and transform into cotton wool. 
All the while, Shawshank felt like he was forgetting something, or rather, someone important - but he tried not to think about it too much. 
Slowly but surely, Gick’s fur was changing and being replaced with cotton. His paws and footpaws became thicker and more like mitts through the transformation.
Because Gick was the tallest of the three, it took the most power out of the Toymaster and - by the end of it - he was out of breath in both body and mind. 
Gick didn't look so much like a teddy bear when compared to the others, and that's partly due to his height - because when a fursona is smaller in height, the thickness of cloth increases. The Toymaster pondered whether Gick would be durable enough for use, but he'll find out one way or another. 
“Maybe I'm not as great as I thought…” He said, 
“But at least I got all three to transform.”

All while Lumer’s transformation was underway, Oxide was becoming a clone of Scoop - the bear. Upon seeing the colour of the cloth fade from a light green to a darker shade of brown, Shawshank was at a loss. What caused this transformation? And what would Oxide transform into? Shawshank felt a rage boiling in him - his experiment had gone wrong from an outside intervention. All of his precious work and study, ruined. He uncurled his paws from their fist-clenched vice, and sighed wistfully.
“Oxide was such a prime candidate too…” he murmured. When he raised his head to look at the current state of Oxide’s transformation into… whatever he was going to turn into, the Toymaster was surprised. 
Even all of the white cotton inside Oxide was washed over with an all-to-familiar brown color, making it seem all the more hopeless for the Toymaster.
“How could I change him back…?”, he whispered.
Oxide’s body was changing too, he was becoming pudgier, gaining more weight.
There was no end to the Toymaster’s surprise; this person who interrupted his experiment could change body weight and proportion too?! If so, the possibilities were endless - and Shawshank had no idea what Oxide could turn out to be like. The Crux’s (if you even could call him that anymore) head was inflating like a balloon, expanding and widening in size rapidly. His body shape was also changing, his chest and hips widening - fattening up with extra cloth. 
Shawshank watched with his mouth agape as he saw Oxide’s once curly ears retreat, and grow back as bear ears - round and small. That too, had a light brown cotton coating.
After that, the last appendage of his body (the tail) retreated into a stubby nub, something like a rabbit's tail. Shawshank eyes squinted as he inspected the ongoing transformation, 
“That looks like a bear’s tail…” He said, voice quivering from amazement and shock. 
As if that wasn't enough, his head was morphing too! His long muzzle shrank back into a teddy bear muzzle, and the structure of his face and head began changing with it. 
Like his tail and ears, it morphed into a round, circular shape and Shawshank knew now that Oxide - his most anticipated - was going to turn into a bear, by a person who feels like he should know, but he doesn't just quite yet. 
The Toymaster growled in frustration and nearly caused blood to creep from his paws as he clenched them together. 
“Nghh… What is going on?!” He was seething with rage. 

Finally, the morphed Oxide increased in height by at least 5cm, standing above the rest of his plushifyed brothers and looking quite opposing in comparison to them. But Oxide had changed so much, that you could barely tell it was Oxide anymore. Apart from his flame symbol, still on his chest.
Shawshank realized who he appeared to be, shivering with fear. But before he could have a chance to compute the appearance before him, hair began to grow on Oxide’s head. 
Shawshank’s eyes narrowed. 
“Is that green hair?” he thought. 
As it began to sprout more and more, Shawshank realised what it was: it was Oxide’s hair! 
Hope graced Shawshank’s face. 
“Oxide!” He shouted, 
“Is that you? Are you coming through? Speak!”
Shawshank demanded his twisted creation to speak, but it appeared not to answer to him. 
Still, the fact that part of Oxide’s apparence is bleeding through the transformation must mean he's still in there somewhere, right? 
The crux frowned. He was unsure. He would have to watch and wait; and see what transpires. 
The hair grew like roots, reaching far up from the head. As it thickened, it began to show colour - which confirmed Shawshank’s suspicions - it was bright green. 
He watched in wonder as the hair grew into a mohawk - black coloured hairs sprouting from the bottom, before tinting to green in a smooth gradient. 
The mohawk was long, tall, and was surprisingly true to Oxide’s original appearance. 
Oxide’s mouth began moving not of its accord. 
“Greetings, Shawshank. Did you forget about me?”
Shawshank’s face changed from hope to horror in a mere millisecond. What hope he had that Oxide was still in there, somewhere was snatched away from him as soon as he heard that voice. 
He is aware of the process: the transformation of a fursona to make it into a cloned vessel for the user. Even worse, Shawshank is well and truly aware of who the user is too; his long forgotten, sealed away memory was back in his head: Scoop the Bear, his greatest rival. 
“N-No, it can’t be...Scoop, what are you doing?”.
It was easy to tell that Scoop was speaking through Oxide as a vessel, as his voice was rather distorted. 
A blue velvet vest grew around Oxide’s wide chest, and it left his front exposed. 
Though, through Scoop’s magic, it attached together with the buttons without the assistance of another person. 
Scoop’s magic was surprising Shawshank greatly - his power was well beyond his. Scoop could bend physics and morph plushies into his own… The crux falls to his knees in defeat. 
If Scoop, his own rival, could transform Oxide into his own - he could do the same to the others he so painstakingly crafted.

Lumer’s journey was coming to a close soon after Oxide’s. Locked in another room, Lumer slowly woke up, wondering what happened to him. As he is squirming in his chair, he was overcome with a gentle tingling feeling all over. 
“Wh-wh-what?”, He mutters, seeing his soft gray plushy fur begin to turn a shade of brown. 
Bit by bit, it soon completely turns brown as his body slowly puffs out. His flame on his arm remains, even getting darker in color. His head is the next to change as it begins to swell up. 
“Urrgghh”, he moans as his long ears starts to shrink into rounded bear ears. As his cute bunny muzzle expands into a bear’s, Shawshank bursts in. “What’s going on h--”, he stops and gazes upon the poor Lumer. The rabbit isn’t doing too good, his eyes become bigger and wider. “He-help..me”, he utters before his rabbit tail puffs up into a bear nub. As his head finishes rounding out and a blue velvet vest forms around him, he turns to Shawshank. 
“Well old friend”, Scoop’s voice distortedly speaks, “It looks like you are down two experiments to my army.” 
And the end of the transformation, a big huge white diaper wrapped around Lumer’s lower half - adding a flair to his appearance that set him apart from Scoop’s regular clones. 
The diaper was puffy and was quite large compared to Lumer’s previous one - as it had to accommodate across the burly body of Scoop. 
Scoop decided to let his happen, as it was a defining trait of Lumer and he wouldn't be a good scientist if he removed it. 
“Sometimes it's better to just their things happen their own way,” Scoop bemused, then smiling proudly at his own creation. Of course, seeing as he didn't make an appearance to the outside world yet - one could think that, on the inside, Lumer was smiling. Though it was not Lumer in actuality, as his soul was gone from him - destroyed from the transformation that morphed him into the evil scientist, Scoop. 
Silence befell on Shawshank. Was there really no way he could save his creations? 
Lumer was the second one to go to Scoop’s cloning antics. It seemed that this was going to be more than a mere experiment; it was going to turn into a war between the Toymaster and his once-forgotten rival.
Shawshank winces and twists his muzzle in a sneer, “You just have to ruin everything, don’t you Scoop?!”
Scoop’s clone, previously known as Lumer, was nothing but another vessel for the evil bear - from which he could speak from, move with, and antagonise his rival further.
“I was forgotten, but not gone. I know you’ll remember this now!”
Shawshank picked himself up from the floor and was just about ready to punch the clone in his face before he realised what he was doing. If he was to kill the clone, he would kill Lumer. 
“Stop it with your twisted mind and transformation experiments and show your face!”
The Toymaster felt like crying in defeat then and there, but he couldn’t give up now. There must be a way to change them back!

Suddenly, a blur of fur whizzed passed them. Scoop looked just as confused as Shawshank judging by his expression. 
“Where did he come from?” Shawshank cried.
Lumer, or rather, Scoop smirked and crossed his arms.
“From the shadows.”
The Toymaster looked even more befuddled at his rival.
“You must know by now that suspension of disbelief is a tool that is most required in your experiments, Toymaster.” Scoop exaggerated that last word with disdain - as if he hates hearing himself say it.

Shawshank was about to retort, but a screeching cry halted his words. 
Covering his ears, he looked directly at the new intruder and took in his features as much as he could before he whizzed off to wherever he was going.
He was a white and green furred sergal - pretty tall (as all sergals should be) but most surprisingly, he was semi-disembodied. 
Shawshank felt like he was about to throw up from the sight, but it didn’t phase Scoop in the slightest.
The bear was looking at the sergal’s actions with intent, well aware that the man’s intestines were hanging out, yet he was very much alive.
This new discovery had both of the scientists intrigued, stalling their rivalry for a time as they pondered what to do.
As Shawshank shivered in fear and returned to his two remaining plushes to check their status, Scoop was more interested in this new hunter on the field, and he knew his name: Ravenholm. 
The bear smiled and he watched him prey for the Toymaster’s plushies, the other sergal running frantically to pick up his plushies to outchase him.
“Ah yes, I remember now. You escaped my grasp once, but not again. You won’t make these humans your own. They’re mine.”
Scoop clicked his fingers and whatever he did halted Ravenholm’s movements completely.
Shawshank ran up to Scoop,
“Did you do that to save me? Why did you stop him?”
Scoop side-eyed his rival and started chuckling from what he said, then had a small laughing fit.
Bringing his voice back down to a serious tone, scoop looked eye to eye with Shawshank.
“I forgot that you were so naive, Shawshank! No, this ‘creature’, Ravenholm, is going to be another vessel for me.”
Shawshank grunted in frustration and looked towards his last transformed plushie.
“I must do everything I can to save you from that tyrant. He doesn’t transform for pleasure or enjoyment. He just does it for his own twisted schemes!”
Scoop laughed again and guided Ravenholm to his side. The sergal stood menancily beside him.
“I am a scientist, Shawshank. I seek nothing other than further knowledge.”

Choice: 
●	Fight back (skip to canon ending, just below) 
●	See what Scoop does next (skip to alternate ending, after canon ending) 

=The Canon Ending: You, Shawshank, chose to fight back against Scoop=

Shawshank’s face crossed with a frown and he charged up to Scoop with a clenched face, punching him across the face.
“That’s for transforming my subjects!” He said with a hint of surprise in his voice.
Scoop was unphased from that punch, bringing his head back from it slowly to smirk at Shawshank with a bloodied nose and bit lip.
“You don’t know what you’ve got yourself into, runt.”
Scoop’s words were literally seething with anger despite his calm face. This must mean that it’s not a great idea to get on Scoop’s bad side - seeing as the bear derives pleasure from pain and that can only incite violence.
“Violence is what I live for, Shawshank - whereas you are more contempt to be huddled in your little lab and ‘only doing what’s right’.”
Shawshank put on a brave face; it’s now or never. Though it does not seem it, he has the upper hand compared to his rival. What Scoop lacks in logic, so too does he lack in expectation of the unknown. What Shawshank was about to do is something that he’s studied for years: plush swelling. 
Shawshank smirked and looked cocky at Scoop once he recalled what he said.
“You know, maybe being ‘huddled in my little lab’ isn’t too bad. I get to learn things you never would’ve done in your pursuit of violence.”
Fear washed over Scoop’s face for a millisecond, replaced by uncanny stoicness.
“Spit it out, worm.” The sergal detected a hint of fear in his voice and that made him quite proud to know that Scoop still viewed him as a formidable rival, even after all these years of being apart from each other. And Shawshank was about to prove that he and his subjects are not to be tampered with. 
Scoop twitched his nose and felt a tingling sensation all over his body. He looked at Shawshank with hatred in his eyes, whereas the sergal just looked extremely happy. 
“What… Are you… Doing?” Scoop whispered out, seeing and feeling his shoulders get wider - cotton pouring over the seams and threatening to burst. 
Scoop’s eyes widened and darted to his two clones - previously Oxide and Lumer, and saw them expanding too.
Scoop sneered and felt his face plush up into cotton, expanding, and making it harder for him to speak.
“What have you done, Shawshank?!”
“Only what you deserve.” He retorted back. 
Scoop’s height grew larger and larger until his head was nearly touching the roof. The bear was growling with anger, his height was starting to intimidate Shawshank, but the crux knew he still had control. 
With a click of his fingers, Scoop’s seams were separating from his body, practically bursting from all the backed-up cotton that was now pouring out and making him swell up like a big inflatable balloon. 
The cotton fell to the floor in large clumps and the seams surrounding Scoops’ clones were broken, also inflating and starting to tear more and more - cotton vomiting out of open spaces and creating a big messy pile on the floor. 
Shawshank could barely see his feet anymore, since it was full of the clones’ cotton. 

The only clones not affected by the resizing were Oxide and Lumer, but their cotton was still falling out of the broken seams, oddly enough. 
“I guess not every surprise is a perfect surprise”, Shawshank said, admiring the chaos he has caused.
Out in the distance, was Scoop, flailing about, looking all over for his clones - only to find them as scattered heaps of cotton on the floor. 
Seething with rage, Scoop beckoned Ravenholm over to him in his perilous state. Ravenholm was ready to command, rushing to his master’s side in no time. It sneered it’s fangs at Shawshank, and - with a smirk - Scoop ordered Ravenholm to go after his rival. 
The Toymaster was already ready to run as soon as he heard the words,
“After him,” and he was worried that he would paralyze in place in fear of this huge, gorey and seemingly merciless sergal. 
Shawshank’s legs did move though, as soon as he saw Scoop sic Ravenholm on him. The green sergal was rushing up to him like a beast possessed, and, meanwhile, Shawshank was sprinting away - to any place - like his life depended on it.
Scoop tossed over to lie on his back as Ravenholm, his most dependable servant, ran away in pursuit of his rival that - against all odds - outwitted him. Scoop tried not to dwell on the negativity of things, but as he lay battered and exhausted on the cotton-strewn floor with his body splayed outward - seeing his clones be reduced to nothing but the cotton from whence it came - he cannot deny that he has failed his quest for domination.
Then, a sly smirk crossed over Scoop’s lips as he recalled commanding Ravenholm to chase Shawshank to his death.
Despite the current situation, Scoop still believes that there is a modicum of hope that The Toymaster might be rid of this world once and for all. Be it through his powers, or someone else’s, he really, truly, hates his rival. 
Then, and only then, can Scoop rise to power. But not before discovering vessels of his own to turn into clones. Even before that, he must recover his strength from this encounter. 
Time and power, he needed it - and fast.
He doesn’t realise it, but Scoop’s changed views have altered his perspective yet again - Shawshank is not to be trifled with. Although he could very well die from Scoop’s servant, Ravenholm, Shawshank was not stupid - and he could outwit his rival yet again.
The only answer that Scoop knows of right now is to ‘wait and see’.
Suddenly, the ground started shaking, knocking Scoop off his feet. He tried to rush back up, but, as he did, he could see all the cotton on the floor moving and amalgamating into one big puff ball, before it separated and shot up Scoop’s nose, backside and every open orifice. 
The breath was taken out of him as he was filled up with cotton. He started to lose focus, and feel heavy. 
He felt himself puff up with cotton, yet none of it caught in his throat - and he wasn't trying to vomit it out neither. 
This may be because the cotton is something he made - the clones he made from Shawshank’s subjects - and it accepts him. But Scoop was taken by surprise to know that is was now in him - and he felt the life leave him like in the transformations he does to others. 
“Is this my fate? To be undone by my very creation?” Scoop felt hopeless, but smiled. At least he knows that Shawshank is in danger, and it won't just be him that dies. 
Scoop felt a prickling sensation on his ears, and then they just stopped moving. 
He was going to close his eyes, to accept what was about to happen, but they stayed open - hardening over and blurring his vision. 
His mouth grew stiff and he felt the hard cotton rushing up to his cheeks - replacing his fur with cotton of the same colour. 
Trying to fight the oncoming transformation (yet deep down he knew it was futile), Scoop uttered his last words:
“Bye Shawshank. I can't wait… to see… who the new Toymaster will be.”
After that, the cotton rushed up to his face and sealed his mouth shut. 
On the outside and inside, Scoop’s whole body was bloated with his clones’ cotton. 

Once every body part of him stopped functioning and moving, a slight rip could be heard: Scoop, the plush, was ripping at the seams, like what happened to the others. 
His body was bloated from all the cotton, and it began to pop through the seams - piece by piece, falling outward and falling to the floor. 
The rustling of cotton could be heard from inside the body, then Scoop’s seams were ripping further - in particular, the one's around his shoulders were tearing down to his arms. 
From the open cut, the cotton was pouring down to the floor in buckets now and slowly but surely, his body was becoming less and less inflated. 
Then, suddenly, a loud ‘bang’ shuddered within the room and Scoop had been shredded to pieces - his plushifyed head somewhere over in the corner with his legs on the opposite edge of the room. What remained was a huge, gargantuan pile of white fluffy cotton that filled up the laboratory floor both in perimeter and diameter. 
Scoop’s lasts thoughts were: “If this is how I am to meet my end, then so be it.”
He had accepted the consequences of his experiments before he died, like a true scientist. One can only hope Shawshank can take after him and finished the work he started. Even though they were both rivals, both men had special qualities to their work that - if put together - were a miracle of science. 
-End.-

=Alt Ending: You, Shawshank, chose to see what Scoop does next=

“And the knowledge that this vessel holds is quite replete.”
Shawshank scoffed as he heard Scoop mention Ravenholm as a ‘vessel’. Everything may as well be a vessel to the bear, the scientist that he dreads to admit is better than him. 
Scoop raised his arms and encased Ravenholm in a magic barrier, much to the green sergal’s dismay - who tried lashing out and breaking through but to no avail. 
Scoop continued his monologue, 
“How is it that this vessel is still alive despite clear embodiment? I must have these answers, and the power with them!”
Scoop cried out and unleashed his full plushifying power onto Ravenholm - who was struck by his taint in a matter of seconds. 
Ravenholm watched with horror as he saw his paws solidify and turn into brown mittens - he tried to move them, but he couldn't. It was as if his body was being paralysed bit by bit from Scoop’s ‘taint’. The purple taint surrounding Ravenholm closed in on his body and singed his fur brown. 
The rabid sergal cried out as he was slowly being converted into Scoop’s next clone - everything in his body turning into cotton the same shade as Scoop’s fur. 
His legs that were lashing about, soon turned stoic, devoid of energy and life. In that moment, Ravenholm had given up all hope of preventing the transformation - it just had to happen now. 
Scoop smirked as he saw Ravenholm stop lashing about, 
“Good. That will make things much easier, Ravenholm.”
Ravenholm fur was hardening with each passing second - plushifying him all over the body, more and more as time went on. Scoop giggled devilishly. 
The cotton affected his muzzle - sealing it shut and paralysing all manner of movement in his body while the plushification took place. His once-quirky ears stopped moving completely, cemented in place by the soft cotton encasing his body. 
Each part of Ravenholm’s body was slowly hardening and turning into cotton, the markings of his fur seeping through to the cotton and making the sergal cower in defeat. He just had to accept that Scoop was his new master now.

“You monster! You won't even suck the life out of his body before you'll begin the transformation. You'll just let the life leave him from it!”
Scoop clenched his teeth and shouted in Shawshank direction. 
“Silence, weakling! You're next.”
Scoop put up his other paw and encased Shawshank in a magic barrier. 
“Finally. Two powerful vessels from which I can sap my power on!”
Shawshank felt his fur stop moving and tightening - a clear sign that he was being prepared for plushification. 
“No, Scoop, don't do this!” He cried out, but Scoop the bear could care less about his plight, he just continued the transformation as normal. 
Shawshank silky white fur was turning into a slightly greyer cotton and his soul had long left his body during the transformation - like Ravenholm’s. Scoop giggled out with glee as he now had two more clones at his disposal - from which he could absorb their power.
Ravenholm’s transformation into a plush was nearly complete, and the cotton was reaching up to his elbows now. His muzzle and face was stagnant; devoid of life, as every plush should be. Once his muzzle and the last of his fur was swapped out for bright green cotton, Scoop turned his attention to Shawshank who had stopped moving. 
Shawshank was immobile, so it made the transformation easier. 
Scoop was eager to transform Shawshank and his vessels, as well as obtain Ravenholm’s predatory power - his smirked evilly as he saw Shawshank, his greatest rival, being slowly plushifyed, in an antagonising defeat. 
“Scoop, I can let you--ughh…” 
“What's that? ‘I can't let you win’?” Scoop giggled as he watched Shawshank muzzle plushify into cotton, which meant that his transformation into a plush as complete. 

Scoop took a deep breath and turned his attention to the sole non-Scoopified plush, Gick the sergal. 
Though he is loath to admit it, Scoop is rather tired from those two simultaneous transformations, so he has to rest a bit. 
However, for as long as he rests, Shawshank and Ravenholm run the risk of breaking out of their plushifyed forms through sheer willpower - so Scoop must not let that happen. He has to dominate the world full of toys, after all. 
He casually placed his paw on Gick’s shoulder, freezing him in place - and began his final cloning transformation. 
Scoop knew he already had the hang of this by now, so performing the cloning process didn't take much effort for an easily exploitable sona like Gick - who was so eager to obey to the new Toymaster’s command. 
A sly smile creeped upon Scoop’s face, 
“Yes, I am the new Toymaster.”
It was great that he could say that without Shawshank blasting his ear off about ‘ideals’ and ‘ethics’ in protest. As far as he was concerned, Scoop is a scientist. And scientists experiment, paying no need to quarrels such as that. 
He needs to hurry up though, else Shawshank or Ravenholm (maybe both) will break free of their plushifyed form. 
Scoop proceeded with the cloning with haste, and it took several seconds for Gick’s whole body to change and mold into something more stockier, fatter or round; none other than Scoop’s own body. Scoop watched with amazement as he saw that once thin and weak body turn into his - fat, round and full of innate power. Scoop remarked that Gick’s height didn't even change because he was so tall - so that made things easier on him for the transformation. 
His muzzle was gone, replaced with the fatter, flat brown face of Scoop. His ears were shaped from their prickly, edgy shape to a rounder shape - mimicking Scoop’s bear ears. The claws on Gick’s feet retreated and the feet themselves turned into thicker, and rounder shapes - like a mitt, from their previously lithe and thin shape.
Finally, that unmistakable blue velvet jacket was sewn and wrapped around Gick’s now-burly body, making him look identical in appearance to Scoop - albeit in a plushifyed form. 
The bear chuckled and looked deep into those lifeless, hardened eyes - coloured a deep shade of brown, which is Scoop’s eye colour. 
“I'm so proud of you, my little toy number 3. But there's two more to go now. The hardest of them all. Wish me luck.”
Scoop picked up the cloned Gick and put him together with his other two clones - Oxide and Lumer. 
“I'm sure you all will serve me well in the days to come.”
Scoop bid farewell to his group of clones and rushed over to Shawshank and Ravenholm’s magical encasement. 
He could hear Shawshank growling and it pissed him off. 
As soon as Shawshank was going to utter his first words, Scoop silenced him. 
“Just shut up, you imbecile!”
The bear brought his paw up and shot his purple magic at Shawshank muzzle that broke free of the plushy prison - closing it for good and adding extra cloth on it for good measure. 
Scoop sneered, 
“I'm a better toy scientist than you in every way, Shawshank, and I will prove it!”
The bear brought his other paw up to point at Ravenholm’s magical encasement - and shot out several bursts of magic from his fingers. 
The magic bursts struck Ravenholm all over his plushy, green cotton body - his head, his arms, legs and feet. And it all was to transform into one of the most powerful Scoop clones he could ever think of. 
Scoop giggled out with glee and used more of his magic in Shawshank - beginning the process to transform into yet another clone. 
“For as skilled as you were, you never figured out how to clone yourself and project it - Shawshank. I hope these ‘live demonstrations’ will teach you a lesson.”
Shawshank’s muzzle stopped trembling and was sealed shut, his ears stopped twitching and his eyes were no longer moving - all signs of the cloning were having an instantaneous effect on Shawshank.
Scoop’s mouth hung low: “Well, you were easy!”
Scoop listened in for any grunts or growls from Shawshank, and he heard none - it was exactly what he wanted. 
“Oh, but I forgot that I sealed your mouth shut! You're probably thinking about the many ways you'll have revenge instead of speaking it. But you won't have chance to. I'll make both you and this very powerful vessel into my personal slave.”
Shawshank’s near-lifeless eyes were filled with horror as he watched the brown creep up on his body from his feet, and change his body shape as the fur covered it - like a rippling effect. It wasn't long before Scoop sucked the last of his life and willpower from him though, making his fate clear as day - to be mind washed as Scoop’s personal servant forever. 
Scoop broadly smiled and was filled with renewed energy as Shawshank fell into his grasp as a new clone. 
Though he talks him down like he's inferior to him, Scoop has also known of his transforming talents, and he's glad to receive them and to also finally defeat his greatest rival. 
Scoop had another trick up his sleeve, but he wanted to finish Ravenholm’s cloning first before he started on that. 
Speaking of which, Ravenholm had long since submitted to being a slave to Scoop (ever since he obeyed his order to come near him) so his cloning was over in a matter of seconds. 
To tell the truth, Scoop was a bit underwhelmed that there was not as much resistance as he hoped - as that made it a lot of fun, but what's done is done, and Scoop had achieved his goals that he's been plotting for so long. 
Scoop heard someone’s footsteps coming closer, along with a small-whispering voice calling out: “Oxide! Oxide, where are you?” 
Scoop squinted his eyes at the shadowy figure walking up towards him (and rudely disturbing his quest for plush domination in the process), and waited until he could get a proper like at it.
“Oxide! ...Jeez, what happened?” The head moved about the room, probably looking at the many Scoop plushes. The voice seemed worried, and it seemed to be female.
Once she stepped out of the dark, and a few paces away from Scoop (who was now looking directly at the shocked woman), the bear could see what this intruder was: a female crux with black fur and blue markings.
She looked shocked for a moment, and couldn’t avert her gaze from the disgruntled bear.
“O-Oh, um, hello mister. My name is Luna, I’m looking for my brother Oxide. Have you seen him?” 
Scoop crossed his arms, then brought his head down in a smirk. 
“I could help you find him, honey.”
When Luna was about to ask ‘how’, Scoop paralyzed her in place with his magic.
“W-What are you doing?”
“My name is Scoop,” he said nonchalantly. Scoop thought about how to quickly dispose of this distraction: and the answer was right on his fingertips; transformation into a plush. Although Scoop could not pinpoint what exactly Luna would transform into, he wanted to try his hand at animal plushification. This involved transforming a once fursona-fied person into a random animal. It was something that his rival, Shawshank, refused to do because it didn’t fit in line with his ‘ethics’ - something that held him back right up until the very end. Scoop would prove him wrong. Science is used to impress.
Scoop clicked his fingers and Luna instantaneously transformed into a chicken plush - her height decreasing to reach Scoop’s shins, her body transforming to a wider shape and her muzzle becoming a chicken’s hard. She squawked out and Scoop laughed.
“Aaah, now there’s something I didn’t expect. It looks like quick decisions do work.
Well, you’re just another clone for me.” 
He laughed evilly as the once-sonified Luna was delegated into nothing but a chicken plushie; showing the extent of his powers, and the ability to strip all fursonas of their characteristics into nothing but a empty husk. And if he had the power to strip, does Scoop also have the power to add to it as well? The possibilities were endless, and victory was soon to be reached.
Scoop got to work on the transformed Luna (who was, quite ironically, Oxide’s sister) into yet another clone for his arsenal, and transforming her from a chicken to a fully-fledged clone was quite a difficult task - but it is one Scoop must undertake if he wishes to expand his troop of clone plushes to rule the world with him. 
The chicken increased in height to match Scoop’s own, and the body was transforming into a mirror of his - finishing with the distinctive velvet vest that Scoop wore. 

Now, one final step remained before he started his quest for domination; convergence. Scoop was going to combine Shawshank and body together with his to make him even more powerful, and he was quite looking forward to the results - as he never had the chance to initial this experiment before. 
He repeated the phrase under his breath, 
“I am the new Toymaster. I am the new Toymaster. I am the new Toymaster…”
He pressed his large paw into Shawshank’s chest and stood really close to his body - so that his fur touches his cotton. 
Taking a deep breath, Scoop submerged his body into his rival and found his power coursing through his veins. He was overtaking his rival’s body with his own, submerging them together and transmuting all of Shawshank’s power into himself. 
What resulted was a huge Scoop plushy, and he felt far bigger and better than he ever did before. 
Scoop laughed in amazement, “I have so much power!”
He picked up plushie Ravenholm with one paw - with barely a fraction of effort. The power inside him was real, and he knew that his powers were near limitless now. All the power in the world to plushify everything and anything he wanted. He was the real Toymaster. 
Scoop admired his plushy, cotton body for a second - and his eyes widened. Though his belly (and generally chubby apparence) remained, his shoulders were broader from before and he had some muscle on him. The defined cotton muscle didn’t look out of place on him, it looked completely natural for a man of his size and stature. Scoop could see things higher than he’s used to, and that would take some time getting used to - but with his height, came a powerful confidence that exuded from him. Scoop felt like he could take on the world, and he’s looking forward to doing just that. 
Scoop began to absorb everybody else’s appearance; all of the clones he created from Oxide, Lumer, Gick and Luna - they were a part of him somehow. They were all dissolved into cotton as his began taking on their appearance. 
Scoop giggled once he felt the the mohawk grow on his head. Despite everything, this end-goal was part of his plan in the first place; the reason why he created the clones was to absorb their power and become unstoppable - a large, hulking force of cotton, and when he finally defeated his rival he could be the true Toymaster.
A large puffy diaper was sown across Scoop’s large, wide waist, and it hung low down. 
The ‘brothers of flame’ mark was embraziend onto his cloth too - his shoulder, to be more exact. This was Lumer’s mark, and they were many more to follow - with Oxide’s mark being magically sewn onto Scoop’s chest, and Gick’s flame on his muscular cotton thigh. Even Ravenholm’s undead face hung low on Scoop, transforming his once handsome features into something like from a nightmare. Shawshank’s tail sprouted out from his behind, flourishing into a wonderful cotton tail - mixed in with his own colour.
The bear also adopted Luna’s apparence - and he now sprouted breasts, a weird feeling on him that he'd have to get used to in time. 

Scoop had most of his work done for him: Shawshank used this building as a toy store, and it did get pretty popular - hence why he was named the ‘Toymaster’. Scoop pondered on how the customers would treat their new Toymaster. 
He could explain that Shawshank, the previous owner, had handed over management to him but he also wanted to impress people with his power too. He now has Shawshank’s knowledge in his head, along with his unorthodox (yet still highly effective) methods of fursona and plush transformation. If any of the humans wanted to tap into their furry side - Scoop would be happy to do it for them. 
But it was going to be just a small step in the grand scheme of things: Scoop had his eyes set on the world, not just the customers that his Toystore attracts. He was looking forward to turning the whole world into a furry and plush haven - and forgetting all about his sergal rival.
-End.-