Digital Snow

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea. Pokémon is trademark Nintendo and the Pokémon Company. Digimon is trademarked Disney and Bandai. Pikachu's outcome form is Pikamon, which was made by Bebi-Vegeta (A DeviantArt Artist), of which I have permission to use in some of my stories.

This Story was done by me (Ryu the Weredragon) and my little buddy, Kyle Roocoon.

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Ash, Misty, Max, Brock and May were worn out from a long day of training and adventuring. Max, being the youngest, had mostly gone to watch and study (being 8 years old). He desperately wanted Pokemon of his own to train, but he wasn't allowed to, until he was ten. Until then, he had his playful Poochyena companion who he kept as a pet. Also, being 8, Max was the first to be ready to leave in the morning, and usually the first to wear out. Everyone in the group was fairly tired, and they were walking towards nearby Faytown.

As the walked into the town, with familiar square buildings and large signs that clearly marked every important building were a great comfort to the tired kids. As they looked aorund for town Pokemon Center, they saw a stange sign advertising something they never shopped for in exotic places. Clothes. Even though they were worn out, all of them felt like slipping in to see if there was something inside that they could wear. They were, for all their triumphs as trainers, still kids. And kids like new stuff.

They split up inside the store. Max found a pair of green and brown boots he really liked. The group was going to go to the snow capped mountains nearby soon, so Max figured that this would help him in the snow. Ash stumbled on a pair of worn looking jeans that looked really comfy and rather more daring then his usual outfit. Besides, his usual pairs got dirty quickly, and sometimes he didn't have access to somewhere to wash them up until later on. Misty found a purple t-shirt with a yinyang design that she really liked, besides, she was tired of wearing the same outfit over and over.. Brock found a Blue baseball cap, and May found a simple shirt with a picture of a pegasus on it. Brock just felt he needed something to spruce himself up, while May just liked to shop, period.

They took their purchases to the counter, where an odd looking older teen greeted them and rung up their purchases. He had spikey brown hair. His clothes were...Ash thought of the word 'traditional' and not in a polite way. Still, he was helpful and the kids realized they'd gotten a good discount from him. He smiled and shoed them out of the store. "Go on , my dear trainers. You'll need your strength for the adventures that await you"

Ash and the other left, thinking the whole buisness quite odd, but also quite pleased with their purchases, so they headed to the local Pokemon center for a well deserved rest. Ash, Brock and Max took one room, and Misty and May shared the other. the boys stripped down for bed, and Poochyena and Pikachu curled up with their trainers. All five of the trainers dreamed about a strange world, some strange mix of Johto and a computer program. What's more, all of them felt like they were part of the world, and they definetly didn't feel human for the course of the dream.

Max was, as usual, the first one awake. He scrambled out of bed and got into some clean clothes, trying on his boots, and deciding he wanted to wear them rather then his shoes. He had to break them in sometime. He pulled the cap on too, but it really was uncomfortably warm. It did have some effect though, Max's hair was several shades lighter, almost as though he'd bleached it, and softer to the touch. The boots and headgear made him feel great! He felt he could take on a Dragon Pokémon by himself --- maybe not win, but he felt like he could hold his own in battle against one, for a while! The energy coursing through him... he never felt so good.

He checked on the two older boys, but both of them were asleep, and he didn't really want to bother them, so he slipped outside, with Poochyena following, which was about when he discovered something. It had SNOWED last night! In all his young life, Max had seen snow maybe once or twice, and he was dying to play in it. Without even thinking, he dashed out the door, Poochyena running right next to him, and ran straight out into the snow, without even thinking about the fact that he was still wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

In all fairness to Max though, he didn't feel cold. In fact he felt as good as he could ever remember feeling. He was rolling in the snow with Poochy, and making snow angels. In fact he was having so much fun he hadn't noticed the whitish tone his skin was taking on. He would likely have stayed out all day, if May hadn't interuppted him, running outside in a sweater, and STILL shivering, asking him if he was trying to freeze to death. She dragged him inside and decided while he was cold to the touch and rather pale looking...he seemed healthy.

Max felt far more then healthy. He felt terrific! He'd never felt so good outdoors, and he practically begged May to let him go back out. She was reluctant, but none of the group was in a hurry to head into the snowfilled mountains, and they hadn't seen Max this excited in ages. May found him a pair of sweatpants and a jacket, though he insisted that he wasn't cold. Thus dressed for the weather, Max headed back out into the snow, and was soon goofing around with Poocheyna happily while the other shared some hot cocoa.

Max was having weird flashes as he tossed snowballs playfully at his Poochyena...he wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but he had images of throwing a whole flurry of them. He giggled to himself, it seems almost like a move a Pokemon would do. All he had to do was give it a name, and it'd happen, just like Ash and Misty did! He grinned and decided to give it a try."Blizzard Blaster!"

Something clicked as soon as he did that. The world seem to hold still and Max felt himself reach behind him and pull out a gun...something that looked like a rocket launcher, anyway, he braced it on his shoulder and snowballs started flying, rapidly and randomly all over the snowbanks. His aim wasn't great though and he didn't actually hit Poochyena with any of them. As Max set the gun back over his shoulder he grinned happily. The contristcting clothers were gone, frozen off, or maybe absorbed by the gun, and his glistening white skin was shining in the sun. "That was awesome!!!"

Poochyena pounced him, and Max giggled happily as he fell into a snow drift. The snow was cold and sharp on his face, but almost warm and tickly on the rest of him. Now that he didn't have those silly clothe May had made him wear...Max sat up sharply and looked over himself. The snow boots he'd picked up yesterday now covered most of his legs and...there weren't any other clothes there! His shirt was gone too! His whol body from neck down was just chubby white...something. He probed it, but his hands were made of the same strange material. It felt cold, almost soft, a lot like the snow he was laying in, actually.

Max felt a tickle in his nose as Poocheyna sat there, sniffing the odd creature who used to be his master but now smelled of something else. Maxed nose pressed out gently, into a little muzzle with a black nose and extra tingling across his cheeks as two reddish-brown stripes formed there. He felt his headband shift some and he ears perked out the top. He shook himself gently, then stood up and ran inside to the humans to show them what he'd become, letting another Blizzard Blaster loose as half the trainers inside tried to recognize this strange new 'pokemon'.

Before Ash could say a word, some of the snowballs hit him - one had managed to knock the hot chocolate out of his hand and cause it to fall to the floor. As Ash tried to wipe it off, he noticed that his body under where the snow hit seemed to be a bit blue-ish.

"What's happening to me?"

The snowballs started to seem to head directly for Ash and as some hit his shirt, he could hear his shirt ripping. His arms also started to bulk up.

"Ash! What's wrong?", Misty cried out.

Max stopped firing for a second as his move had ran out, but Ash's changes started to spread... his shoes burst and his feet now looked like furred claws. He had started to grow, as did his pants oddly enough. He was covered in light blue fur with darker blue stripes - the lightning bolt-shaped markings on his face had even become thicker blue markings. Ash shouted with a much deeper, more adult sounding voice, which turned into a canine-like howl as his face pulled out into a long muzzle, tipped with a black nose. His ears moved up to the top of his head... Ash immedately leaped over the table and beside the small 'Pokémon', and placed his paw on the small bear's head, and smiled at his remaining friends, who stared transfixed at the two standing before them - most other people had ran in panic, but for some reason, Pikachu, Misty, Brock and May couldn't move.

"Well Son... I'm sure you want a little brother, don't you?", The now large, adult werewolf asked the young snowbear.

Max grinned and nodded. But who?

"Well, how about Brock?", he whispered into Max's ear.

Max giggled and nodded. "Blizzard Blaster!" he called again as he pulled out his snowball launcher.

He took aim, slowly getting better at this and pelted Brock with several snowballs. Where they hit Brocks clothes, the clothes simply vanished, and in their place brow fur began to grow. The exception was the baseball cap, which Max handily knocked backwards with his last snow ball. The brown fur grew out and covered all of Brocks skin. What was left of his t-shirt consolidated into a blue leather bandolier loosely slung over his shoulder. Brock grimaced.

"What the!" Brock rubbed the fur and stared in shock as he realized he was changing too.

Brock's face pressed out into a stubby muzzle with a large black nose, making him growl softly. Two red stripes appeared in his fur just below each of his eyes Brock shunk as his feet grew out and became clawed. His legs became stubby and his fur softened as he became younger and younger.

His ear grew out into two large round fuzzy ears and Brock very much resembled a walking teddy bear. As his hands thickened up into paws, Brock screamed in horror, which only became greater as he realized his voice sounded like a boys! A little boy...one younger then Max!

Max ran over and hugged the Bearmon that Brock had become. As they embraced, Brock started to 'remember' hugging his big bro like this regularly. Brock and Max head back over to their dad, smiling and cuddling up with him.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it son?" Asked Ash.

"No, it wasn't Daddy," Replied Brock, who then turned to Max, "Thank you, big brother."

"No problem," Max giggled. "I'm guessing you want mom back now, dad?"

"Yes."

"Alright!", Max said as he took aim at Misty, "Blizzard Blaster!"

As the snowballs from Max's blaster pummeled the water trainer, her skin started to get covered in yellow fur. When it struck her shirt, it devided and turned into two gloves which slipped on her hands - thankfully, her chest was now covered up by a fluffy white area of fur. Like Ash her body started to grow in size, and became very womanly, and curved. Her face started to pull out into a dainty muzzle. Her hands and feet both became paws as a long, fluffy tail grew out from her rear, destroying her shorts. To Ash, she was the perfect vision of loveliness. From the way she was looking at him, she apparently thought the same of him. With a stylish Ninja-like flip, Misty landed right beside Ash.

"Ash..."

"Misty, you don't need to say anything. I understand now," the Werewolf said as he took the vixen in his arms and hugged and kissed her.

Both Max and Brock recoiled at the lovey-stuff, Max not as much as Brock, but he really didn't like to see his 'parents' getting all intimate in front of him. The canines immedately broke apart.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boys. I forgot you were here for a moment."

"Th--That's okay, Mom. I know it's been a long time since you and dad have been able to do that."

Brock shuddered at this. If he was still his pretty much Adult human self, he'd be jealous. But he wasn't - in fact, he didn't ever remember being such.

"We still have company tho... Max, could you do something about her?", Misty asked, indicating May.

Brock giggled softly and whispered in Max's ear. No one caught much of it, except for the word 'toy'.

Max grinned and looked over at the girl who was once his big sister. She wasn't now, of course, and the idea planted by his Bearmon brother was just too good to pass up.

Not only that, but he'd enjoy this... Max Grinned as he pulled out his blaster once more, "Blizzard Blaster!"

The Snowballs hit May's chest, and she fell forward. As it continued to pummel her, her skin started to turn into orange hide. Her hair grew out long and White as an golden mask appeared on her face. Her pants ripped, but being that she was becoming a 'mon, there wasn't anything to be shown. A long tail came from behind her, and her hands and feet - or hooves as they had started to become, became covered in gold armor as well. Her shirt also became a gold plated chest armor. Her face and body started remolding until it was an equine shape, and large wings spread from her back.

When it looked like it was done, Max repeated his attack, "Blizzard Blaster!"

Everything on her, from her armor to her wings to her hide, started to become a soft, plushie like material... Although May could move easily a few seconds prior, she now found it impossible to move her limbs or wings. Her eyes glossed over as if they were plastic, and she started shrinking.

"What's--- what's happening?"

Soon, May was a small plush doll just large enough for Brock to carry around. Happily, Brock ran up to the plushie and picked it up, before giving it a hug.

"How embarressing...", May commented.

"P--Pikapi?"

"...Don't worry Pikachu. I was getting to you," Ash said in a calm voice, "Don't worry, you'll be pleased by the result, I'm sure."

Pikachu screamed in protest - which started out as large Pikas, but started changing into something more intellegable.

"Wh--What are you doing!? Stop!"

"But I want my uncle back!", Brock shouted.

"U-Uncle? What are you--?"

When Max's attack Ran out, the clothing remains from Misty And Ash that were laying around seemed to converge on Pikachu, turning into a type of armor that attached at various places. Also was a pair of jeans like that that Ash was wearing. Pikachu had on a visor. His hat was still in place, and he had medium length hair similiar to Ash's. Pikachu actually outmuscled Ash now - though not by TOO much, and was standing in a digigrade stance like he was. He had two brown Lightningbolt marks on his bare chest, and two crossed Lightning bolts on both of his red gauntlets.

"Wh--What... What AM I?"

"You are my brother, Pikachu."

"Ash... My name-- my name is Jean Luc."

"What--?", Ash was confused. This was news to him.

Pikachu looked up and grinned at his wolven brother, "What? Did you actually think we call each other by our species names?"

"I guess not," Ash grinned back.

"Something's missing...", Misty pondered.

"You mean BESIDES the other Pokémon in their balls?", Ash pointed out to his lifemate.

"Well, yes, other than them... Didn't we get someone else something?"

"Yeah! We forgot Poochyena!"

"Well then, son, it's up to you to change him. He was your Pokémon."

"I think he's still waiting outside for me. I wanna go out there alone for now, he might get scared if he sees the rest of you like this right now."

"Okay son, just be careful. Trainers may try to capture you."

"I don't think it'd work tho, but we shouldn't be hurting humans."

"Okay Dad. You stay here too, Brock."

"But I wanna come!", Brock Whined.

"You might scare Poochyena!"

"No I won't! I'm cute like you!"

Max rolled his eyes. He knows he's a cute--whatever he is, but he doesn't like admitting it. "Okay... but leave May in here. A doll that can talk to him might scare him."

"Her name's Peggy, May isn't around anymore!"

"Okay, leave PEGGY in here then."

"Okay," Brock said, "Now you be a good horsie, Peggy. I'll be right back."

"Oh brother," May muttered.

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Poochyena waited paitently for his master outside. He didn't get why all those people ran outside, his master wouldn't hurt anyone.

Soon a semi-familiar figure was seen coming outside! It was the creature that used to be his master! He wagged his tail and ran up to him!

"Poochyena, let's play snowball fight some more!"

"Yena!"

Poochyena ran and playfully dodged the snowballs thrown by his master and the other wierd creature. He was having the time of his life, but he knew his master would do that new trick of his again soon, but he was confident that it wouldn't hit him - it didn't last time and that wasn't very long ago! His master didn't dissappoint him.

"Here we go, Poochyena! BLIZZARD BLASTER!"

Poochyena yelped in surprise as his Master's aim had improved alot. He tried to dodge, but somehow got hit every time. As it did, he felt... like he was getting bigger... It was his imagination-- wait... how did he know what 'imagination' is? He never knew it before... This is wierd...

"Aah!", He shouted. He was taken aback again. He could TALK like Max--- wait... wasn't he Master? How...? He didn't have time to ponder this as his body shaped up alot like a human's, Partial boots covering his back paws-- no... feet - but they were still paw-like... and wearing pants on his back l-- on his legs... He was still without a shirt, like his master, and he still had his two shades of grey... Contrary to popular belief, Canine Pokémon aren't colorblind like their non-Pokémon counterparts. His hands were still clawed paws, but they were covered with gloves. His face remained shaped pretty much the same, but it became much more expressive, able to show many more expressions than possible before. He also seemed to have hair now...

"So... Poochyena.. Do you have a name?"

"Y-Yeah... I'm Josh."

"Okay! Come on, we've got to go talk to my mom and dad!"

"Alright."

"Why do you sound scared? You're COOL! I wanna be like you and big brother when I grow up!"

"Uhh... Max, who's this?"

"That's my little brother, Brock."

"The squinty eyed guy?"

"Yup," Max conceeded, "Isn't it obvious, tho? He's still like that."

"Yeah, but... wasn't he older?"

"I was not! I was ALWAYS Max's little brother!", Brock protested.

Max whispered into his best friend's ear, "He doesn't seem to remember anything. Just play along, for his sake."

"Okay Mom, Dad! We're done!"

"That's good, Son... Now... We've got some unfinished business...", Ash said, as he hoisted his backsack over his shoulder, which seemed to contain many Pokéballs.

"You didn't STEAL those, did you?", Max asked.

"Of course not. They're your mom and my Pokémon from over the years. Apparently, I was able to short out part of the Pokédex so it'd send over all my Pokémon but I left my Charizard behind. He's got... other things to deal with. I didn't want to bother him."

Brock picked up May, "Where are we going, Mama?"

Misty turned to Brock, she was carrying a sleeping Azurill in her arms, "We're going to go talk to someone, son. He'll be able to provide some answers and get the rest of our family back. And please be a little quieter. You don't want to wake up your sister, do you?"

"Oops. Sorry."

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The small family unit walked to the same shop that they had entered the day prior, the man was still there in the shop.

"I see you appreciate what I've done."

"Yes sir... But, I have a few questions... What ARE we... and why did you do this?", Ash asked.

"You are Digimon. You, Ash, are a Weregarurumon. Your wife is a Renamon. Max is a Kumamon, while Brock is a Bearmon. May is a plushie of a Pegasusmon - who will keep Brock out of trouble until he matures, then she'll become a living Digimon. Jean Luc and Josh are special, new digimon. Jean Luc is a Pikamon, and Josh is a Yenamon. I did this because there is a Digital World tied to your real world. However, it is in peril and needs some heroic digimon. I had gotten permission from your legendaries to do this to you - you would be able to be brought back to help them when they needed it, but you would be relatively safer in the Digital World, where you would not die of old age, although you may have to fight to survive, you have some of the most powerful souls. Before you ask, my name... is Gennai."

"Alright... Gennai...", Ash smiled and extended a claw, "Can you help us find things to change the rest of our 'family' as well?"

Gennai smiled at the young former trainer, who seemed to take everything much better than he had thought, "Alright. Let's get started then."