The Pokémon Gathering WIP Preview

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Flannery, Olivia, Melony, and Cynthia (Pokemon) Various Transformations

Called upon to participate in a unique bonding experience with Pokemon, Flannery, Olivia, Melony, and Cynthia find themselves as the latest participants in a Gathering of random Pokemon transformations.

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            Stepping through the dark halls of the supposed gym left Flannery a little more nervous than usual. The black tile along the floor contrasted against the bright red fire symbol on her chest and the crimson shade that made up her fanned out, ponytail. The bombastic accents to her appearance helped to hide some of her nervousness about the entire ordeal. She was still a relatively new gym leader, who hoped to improve her confidence by accepting an invitation to what claimed to be a one of a kind experience to connect people with Pokémon.

            The sound of Flannery stepping into the locker room drew the attention of Olivia. As opposed to the red headed fire trainer’s meekness, the rock trainer from Alola was the epitome of confidence with her pink top and short shorts. Waving about her hand to flick around her dangling earrings and short, black hair, she walked up to give Flannery some comfort by placing a hand on her shoulder.

            “You’ve got nothing to worry about,” Olivia said, trying to ease Flannery’s nerves with a smile on her pink painted lips. “We’re all here because we’re some of the best trainers in the world.”

            “She’s absolutely right, dear.”

            Having waited until the perfect opportunity, Melony made her appearance as she casually strolled into the room. She stood out from the other women with her huskier body and the years of experience behind her. In spite of the wrinkles beneath her eyes and her long grey hair, she still managed to look as energetic as ever as she showed off her thick, white sweater and matching hat.

            “Surely your eagerness hasn’t frozen over so soon,” Melony said as she placed a hand on her hips.

            “It is when I’m around an impressive gym leader like you,” Flannery replied.

            “Especially one so many years of Pokémon battling under her belt,” Olivia added.

            “Oh, please you’re making me blush,” Melony beamed. “However, there are still trainers much more skilled than I. Take for instance… her.”

            Following the direction of Melony’s outstretched finger, Flannery and Olivia were left awestruck by the woman making her way into the room. Recognizable with just a glance of the rounded hair accessories hanging in her long, blonde hair, Cynthia had a presence fitting of her status. The champion of the Sinnoh league had come to the event dressed in her usual attire of a black dress with a long cloak. As imposing as her reputation was, she met the other female trainers with a comforting smile.

            “Quite the variety of trainers here,” Cynthia commented. “I’d love to chat with you all, but I think we’re already running behind schedule.”

            “Yes, wouldn’t look good for us to be late,” Melony said, walking alongside Cynthia to enter the gym.

            “You coming?” Olivia asked, waving for Flannery to follow.

            “Y-yeah,” she answered, trying to calm a feeling of dread in her stomach as she went after the others.

            As the group entered the gym’s main chamber, they all noticed the eccentricities of the structure. While it had the standard features of a wide open space suited for battling Pokémon, the center of the arena was dominated by the visage of a black and white eye. The iris was undoubtedly painted along the floor, but the girls couldn’t stop feeling like it was staring at them as they continued further in. So distracted by the eye, they were all caught off guard by the figure that approached them from the other side.

            “Ah, excellent,” the man said, flipping back his hood to reveal a friendly smile. Though he seemed to try and give the women a warm welcome, the painted on eye below his buzzcut, black hair left them a little unsettled. “My name is Oko and I’ll be the master of ceremonies for this experience.”

            “Pleasure to meet you,” Cynthia said, boldly stepping forward to shake the man’s hand. “Thank you for hosting us.”

            “Yes, it’s rare to have such a diverse collection of trainers from across the globe meeting in one place,” Melony commented.

            “Yeah, but I just hope you’re ready for some good battles,” Olivia said, noticing the black and white Pokéballs around Okos’s waist.

            “Oh, we’re not going to be battling,” the man explained.

            “Then, what are we going to do?” Flannery asked.

            Grabbing one of the Pokéballs from his belt, Okos held it up so that the women could all see the eye printed on it. “What I have here is a special device I’ve created for the sole purpose of letting people become closer with Pokémon.”

            Cythia tilted her head. “I’m not sure I fully understand.”

            “Hmm, perhaps it would be easier if I demonstrate first,” he said, pointing towards Flannery. “Would you mind being the first to go?”

            The question seemed heavy with unspoken danger. However, Flannery could feel the way that the other trainers were staring at her. As much as she wanted to reject the man’s offer, she felt a burning desire to prove herself. “Alright, let’s do it,” she said, beating a fist against her chest.

            “Excellent,” Oko said, pushing the button on the front of the ball. With a ding, number 11  appeared on the front of the ball. “Hmm an interesting start.”

            “Wait, what do you mean by-“

            Flannery let out a surprised yell as a beam of red energy shot out of the ball and hit her. Enveloped by the light, she could feel her body start to shake as it got lower to the ground and turned a deep shade of purple. In spite of her figure becoming more rounded and her fingers and toes going away to be left with only nubs, she felt a strange sense of calm.

           Letting her wide mouth hang open, a line of drool seeped past Flannery’s lips. She freely let the saliva drip down her bulbous body while her other hand absentmindedly rubbed at the red and white speckled orbs that had sprouted out from her hair. Continuing to fiddle with her flower-like protrusion, she accidentally let out a plume of rancid smell while droning out, “Glooooomm?”

           “A Gloom?” Olivia asked, backing away from Flannery as another puff of spores spouted out. “How is this possible?”

           “It’s quite easy really,” Oko said, pressing the button to make the number 147 appear. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

           Another beam shot out of the strange Pokéballs to strike Olivia. The red light dissipated just as dark blue feathers began to appear along her skin. Her own yelp of shock turned into a squawk as her mouth reformed into a beak. Still trying to deal with her more avian appearance, she had little chance of maintaining her usual cool as her backside swelled with extra heft. Her breaking point came as her bubble butt developed water-dropped shaped plumage that fanned out around her form.

           Taken by an innate instinct, Olivia began to move her body back and forth along her four-toed feet. She moved as if she had been dancing all of her life, giving everyone a good view of her impressive backside as she moved back and forth. Striking a pose with a feathered arm, she shook the bright blue feather sticking out from her hair as she called out with a flourish, “Quaquaval!”

           “Oh my,” Melony said as she watched Olivia continue to dance along the floor. “Are all of us going to be changed like this?”

           “Hmm, no,” Oko replied, making number 38 appear on the ball. “You’ll all be getting something different.”

           As the red light washed over Melony’s form, the hat perched on her head was knocked off by her long, black ears. Peeking out from her white locks grew a singular, pink feather that matched several others that sprouted from her lower back. Amidst the thin layer of black fur covering her skin and the yellow pendants that appeared on her forehead and chest, she put on a smug grin.

           Flourishing her clawed fingers, Melony showed off her teeth as she began to leap around the room. In spite of her chubbier figure, she moved with a sense of fluidity and grace gifted to her by her new form. Landing on her two-clawed feet, she let the red of her eyes glimmer as she called out with pride, “Sneasel!”

           “Hmm,” Cynthia said, glancing between Melony and the other transformed trainers. “If I had to take a guess, your idea of getting us connected with Pokémon is by fusing us with their DNA. Correct?”
            “You got it exactly,” Oko said with an approving nod. “It’s not very often that I find someone who understands what I’m going for.”

           “That being said,” Cynthia began, turning her back on the others as Flannery and Melony paused what they were doing to watch Olivia’s dance performance, “you really shouldn’t do it without telling them first.”

           The eagerness on Oko’s face visibly faded away to be replaced with a sincere look of regret. “I’m sorry. I always get so excited about showing my master’s teachings that I tend to get caught up in things. I’ll change them back right away.”

           “Hold on,” Cynthia spoke up with a hand raised. “This is just the start, right?” she asked, receiving a nod in return. “I’m interested to see where this goes.” Holding her arms aloft, she smiled at Oko. “Let me see what I get.”

           Oko immediately lit up like a kid on their birthday. “You won’t regret it,” he said as number 145 appeared on his Pokéball. “I promise.”

           Fully embracing the red light as it shot out towards her, Cynthia looked on with interest as she felt her skin start to tingle. Looking down at her arm, she watched as it fluffed up with a white, creamy substance. In the process of the rest of her body gaining the same consistency, her pants slipped off as her legs fused together into a glob. Rather than panic, she easily shuffled along the ground with her modified form, as she made her way over to the rest of the group.

           The sweet smell coming off of the strawberries sunken into the whip-cream like hair of Cynthia got the other girls to swiftly pay attention to her. With a smile on her wide eyed face, the champion held up a hand and pointed it towards the others. Letting icing shoot out from her fingertips, she rejoiced at the sight of the others enjoying the delectable flavor. Feeling a sense of warmth, she expressed the sense of happiness of getting to treat the others to such a delicious dessert by calling out, “Al-Alcremie!”

           “My, this is an excellent start,” Oko said, watching the women continue to suck up the sweet cream. “But, we do have quite a few more rounds to go through.”