All Hallows' EveDisclaimer: We do not own anything referenced in this story. They are owned by their respective… ah… owners… wow, that sounded better in my Note: This story is a collaboration between Ryu The Weredragon, tazkol master of emeralds, Vulpixtrainer, Omnikitsune, Rainbowdragon, and Thronezwei. Have a Happy Halloween, everyone!
October 31st. All Hallows' Eve, better known as Halloween to the populace.
Ash Ketchum was heading to a Halloween Party that was going to be held in a newly renovated mansion.
A Contest was also being held - the person or people who were left when the party ended, gets to keep the Mansion.
Ash was traveling silently and awkwardly with Misty. They both had coincidentally chosen the same costume. It resembled a Buizel, but at the same time, wasn't quite.
"Hello young man" an voice said the sound of it carried years of wisdom and experience.
"Hello Agatha," Ash said.
"And nice to see you, Misty" the old women nodded.
"Thank you, ma'am" Misty said
"Are you too finally together?" she asked
"WH-WHAT!", Ash asked.
"He's not my boyfriend" Misty exclaimed.
"Anyway great you made it, a little late but your here"
"Ah... Sorry...", Ash said, "I really didn't know where this place was."
"I told you we should have asked someone" Misty said.
"Well, enjoy yourselves" Agatha said turning to leave.
"Who's the Grimer?" Misty asked, as she saw a pair of people in a strange brown costume that was pretty unidentifiable.
"Hey! It's not a Grimer! Can't you tell? It's obviously a Zebstrika!", the person in the front of the costume protested.
"I told you, Akira, it's as obvious as an Atari 2600 sprite," The person in the back grumbled.
"Okay, that was sad…" Misty said
"Team Rocket Sad, or just normal Sad?", Ash asked.
"Team Rocket can make a better costume you have to give them that."
"Yeah, that's true."
A thunk and a clunk later and a figure walked up to the two trainers. He was decked from head to toe in what looked like little pieces of metal and shimmering silver fabric. A large spherical mask with two giant green eyes and a tiny red antenna faced them. The figure quickly reached up and pulled off its head to reveal a smiling trainer with dirty blonde hair and sea blue eyes.
"Oh, hello there! Haven't seen you around before. Did you just get here?"
Ash rubbed the back of his head, "Uh... yeah. I'm Ash Ketchum, and this is Misty."
"Hello" Misty said
"Nice to meetcha', the name's Connor, but most folks like to call me Omni. Say ... aren't you the guy who was climbing that tower when that weird crystal thing happened a while back?"
"Yeah.. that's me..."
"Wow, talk about brave. It was nice meeting you Ash. And if my sources are correct," he said, turning to Misty, "aren't you supposed to be the Cerulean City Gym Leader? People tell me you're pretty tough. Think you and I could battle some time? Water Pokemon are a specialty of mine too."
"Sure" Misty said, "Anytime"
"Cool. I hope you two have fun together, I'm gonna' see if I can't find a few of my friends around here. We agreed we'd meet up near the buffet table. It was nice meeting you!" With another bright smile, the trainer shoved his helmet/mask back on his head and melted back into the crowd.
Misty turned to look around the room at all the assembled trainers and people. "Wow, everyone must be here!"
"Come on, admit it the costume is awesome" one trainer currently dressed in a anthro Lucario suit and wearing a maids outfit said to his companion who was dressed in a tux with a pompom.
"Who's yours or mine?", The pompom wearing person said. It was actually a bit more than that, it had long ears as well, similar to a Bunneary, but not quite, and some very tawny fur.
"Mine," the Lucario said. and he had a point the suit seemed to be skin tight almost with a fine layer of realistic blue fur.
"I- I guess?", the Tuxed kid said, "I- I just think-"
"What?"
"It makes me uncomfortable that you're dressing as a girl, okay?", Upon closer inspection, the tuxedo had a pair of wings on it, "Taze, this is the third Halloween in a row that you've done this! I'm starting to get suspicious."
"Hey, the first time I lost a bet...To you" he pointed out, "the second time was a dare, also from you"
"And this time?"
"This time it was funny"
The Tux clad boy rolled his eyes, "Anyway, we should catch up to Conner."
"Yeah, lets go"
A few moments later, a man dressed all in black with a black full brimmed hat hanging from his neck walked from another part of the mansion, his face covered in a black mask. He moves towards the buffet table. Under his breath he is humming an old, as in a very old Zorro theme. On his upper lip is penciled in a pencil thin mustache. At his side is a rapier.
He moves aside however at seeing Misty in line. "After you, Señorita."
"uh thanks" misty said
"No problem, Señorita."
He swishes his cap as he walks away, "Ah, my good friend how are you doing?" he calls off on seeing someone he knows, before turning back to Misty, "you enjoy the rest of your evening Señorita."
Ash unknowingly gave a slight glare.
Another person came buy, wearing a strange canine fursuit, but it oddly had horns in the place of ears. It wasn't like any canine Pokémon Ash had ever seen.
"Humans are so neat when they celebrate" a Mismagius said as she looked down invisibly.
High above the laughter and merriment of the room, two glistening eyes watched unnoticed, glaring at all the uninvited guests. "Stupid humans, coming here and ruining our home! It makes me wanna wreak some havoc!"
"Oh, come on. They haven't even done anything worth getting mad about!", Gengar said, "It's just a party and a contest to see who'll own the house. And you've been complaining about being bored because nobody lives here anymore!"
"i say let them have fun" the Mismagius said.
Sableye grumbled in acknowledgement. In truth, he was itching to cause some mischief and just looking for an excuse. And haunting humans always was fun. "I suppose I could wait until the new humans move in. But can't we at least cause a few mishaps here or there for the fun of it? It is THAT time of year after all."
"Well...", Gengar started to cave a little, but then shook it off, "No. The party's just getting started. Let them have their fun first."
"Yes, let them have their fun"
"Hmph! Fine. I'm going to see if i can't find some malice and ill content somewhere. All this joviality is making me sick," The Sableye faded away as he floated away from the glowing atmosphere in search of more of one more fitting his style.
"One day I'm going to get my revenge on May" Harley said to himself as he looked over the buffet table.
Paul just leaned back in a corner of the main room. "what a waste of time, I could be out catching powerful pokemon."
Despite Paul's complaining he was dressed up for the occasion, wearing some sort of dog suit that looked very intimidating and powerful.
He sighed and decided to see what food was there.
He moved and smirked. "Nice costume." he spoke toward Harley. "Cacturne?", his tone of voice showing he was making a snide comment.
"And who are you, broody McBulldog?"
"Harley" Harley half shouted, "so what makes you better then everyone else here?"
{Oooooh, hostility!} The sableye made a beeline for the two trainers, careful to remain unseen.
"Because I am. I am a Pokemon Trainer."
"so am i numbskull" Harley said
"Really? Then what gym badges do you have?" he had a glint in his eyes as if he knew something.
Harley couldn't answer at first. "about as many ribbons as you have"
"I don't have any ribbons. I do not show off my Pokemon like some sort of beauty pageant."
"'cause you don't have the skill"
{Oooooohhhh, smack talk, I am loving this!}
"Skills? what Skills do you need for a contest? You need skills, strength, Power, and a tactic to win a battle, no so in a contest where you make your battle moves, pretty." the last word was said in a false girly tone of voice.
"Let's take this outside, purple boy" Harley shouted
"Purple boy? Look who's talking greeny."
"Let's go"
Paul only shrugged. "Your loss."Harley angrily marched outside, "Come on, the graveyard has enough room",
Paul threw up his hands. "Fine, I don't want any more arguing. he ignored a slight uneasy feeling about this. "You are one whiny person you know that?"
"And you're an asshole", Harley shouted
"Did they just say graveyard?" Sableye suddenly looked a little more worried. He'd better tell the others about this.
"Fine fine," Paul argued, "Just pick your Pokemon already."
Harley took his position across from Paul. "A one on one battle, i pick Cacturn" Harley released his cactus pokemon.
"Magmortar Stand by for battle." He called out tossing the pokeball out into the field, "No large scale attacks, I rather not pay property damage to the new owners of this place if you don't mind."
"Cacturn, Hyper Beam", Harley shouted as the cactus released the giant energy beam capable of horrendus property damage.
Paul stepped back in horror. "Did you even listen to me? Magmortar take the attack."
Magmortar had exactly two seconds to give Paul a 'you got to be kidding me' look before the attack hit him sending him flying and causing horrendous pain.
"See? SEE?" Sableye gesticulated at the two battlers, his gewel like eyes bugging out.
"...", Gengar could say nothing, clenching his hands into a fist as he watched what was going on.
The Mismagius nearly cried as she watched.
"Paul grimaced. "Nice going on this, destroyed a graveyard, making noise to wake the dead, and ignoring common sense." He growled a little. "Me and my pride." He whispered before recalling Magmortar who was still standing from the attack. "you did well, but the battle is over." he turned and walked away ignoring anything Harley would have to say.
The Sableye was trembling now. "Those humans -" His eyes were gleaming red in his anger now.
The Mismagius floated over to the grave stone that had been destroyed in the battle. crying as she looked down upon it.
"...You've made your point, Sableye," Gengar said, his voice completely devoid of emotion.
The Mismagius for one didn't bicker with the Sableye she just floated there crying. The name on the gravestone destroyed. She could feel her life becoming an even dimmer memory.
The Sableye approached the Mismagius and uncharacteristically, put a claw around her shoulder to comfort her.
Gengar looked up, it's eyes glowing redder than they ever have before.
"My life is gone," the Mismagius cried. "What was my name? Did i have children? Was i married? Where is my life?"
"Don't worry... we'll make them pay," Gengar said, his voice still dead even.
"No blood, Gengar" she said through the tears. "Please, no blood"
The Sableye though he could not remember much of his own life, held her all the closer. "No ... we will do far worse. I promise, we will not shed blood, but the humans will pay." A purple aura was starting to surround the pokemon as the full moon began to shine. "Dearly."
Wiping her tears the Mismagius raised her head. her hat bagn to shine with ancient runes of powers unknown to anyone present. "So let it be..."
Somewhere in the background a grandfather clock dinged the hour. Only unlike most times, instead of one ring,
it rang thirteen times.
"Well... That's ominous," Timothy, the trainer wearing the tuxedo, said.
El Zorro blinked and looked at the clock. "Indeed, Thirteen times? Did a latch break?" he began to look at it all over the place.
"The witching hour is upon us", The Mismagius said her eye's now glowing purple as more runes appeared.
"Some people say the thirteenth hour is when all the ghouls and goblins come out" Taze joked.
"I'm sure it's nothing," Cilan said, dressed up as his Premium Brand, Pansage, "They probably set it up to do that for the contest."
"That sounds about right," Brock nodded, dressed up in a costume that resembled a Vulpix.
"I sure hope not." came El Zorro's voice. "Looks like an authentic Turn of the Century Grandfather clock, it would be a defacing value let alone an affront to the history of..." he trailed off.
"Why did I lose that bet with my brother?" he grumbled before going off for more water, hiding the fact he was sweating a lot.
Invisibly, the Mismagius stalked Harley, even his Cacturne was unable to see her as she followed them until they where outside of the group alone in one of the rooms. As soon as there was no one else around blue glowing runes surrounded the door. sealing it shut.
Harley just stared at the glowing blue runes on the door without really caring too much. "Hmmm, they really did put a lot of effort into these special effects." Harley said, unfazed, "Still, it is rather pathetic. I thought it would be much scarier than this. It is supposed to be a haunted house after all."
"HELLO MORTAL," the voice seemed to come out of pure horror as the sound made Harley want to scream.
Harley pulled a James, though he didn't realize he was stealing a copyrighted stance. However he managed to keep his cool and not scream ... barely. "N-n-nice voice A-a-Agatha." He said, the trembling happening despite his best efforts. "Wh-what's next?"
Harley's Cacturne tapped his shoulder trying to warn him.
"Wh-wh-what is it Cacturne?" Harley said, jumping a little with his Pokémon companion's touch. "I-i-i'm not scared!" He said, though he clearly wasn't fooling anyone.
"TONIGHT YOU HAVE COMMITTED A CRIME FOR WHICH ALL YOUR COMPANIONS SHALL PAY ALONG WITH YOU" the voice said
"C-c-cacturne! Desert Storm!" The trainer commanded of his Pokémon. He was scared out of his wits and he wanted cover to run from whatever this was. He didn't care if it was fake or what damages it would cause. He just wanted to save his own skin.
"Cacturn Quick, this way!" Our intrepid hero or should I say pathetic coward, was running for the window that stood nearby, preparing to smash through it to escape the voice. The windows vanished replaching with solid brick.
Harley had about a second for his mouth to drop and his face to show the typical anime style of shock before he smashed into the bricks head-on. When he fell to the ground, stars were circling his head and he seemed suddenly much calmer with his surroundings. "Y-y-yesh ... murherr." He slurred as his head spun in confusion.
"TIME TO ACCEPT YOUR FATE MORTAL", the voice shouted as the sand storm dissipated
"Okayyy ..." Harley was still a bit out of it. Though that would sure change soon enough.
Harley's costumed tightened around his body, becoming flawless second skin. for a few seconds it seemed like he was unable to breath. Finally he could breathe agian after what seemed like too long. his body started to feel different as his blood was replaced by water and chloryleplasts.
"Ooooohhhh my ... Cack was weird." My Turn feels so strange." Harley was starting to come around now but as he looked at his suit he still thought everything was normal. "Hey Cacturne... what's wrong?"
there was a sickening disruption in his mid section as his organs where either replaced or simply dissolved. heart and lungs vanished as he started to breath through his skin.
As Harley was speaking, his voice violently cracked and suddenly his lovely baritone shifted upwards towards a contralto. "Wh-What the *cough* What's happening?" He ... more she now, was practically squealing by the end of that sentence as the rapidly changing human noticed the sudden changes and no need for breathing anymore. It wasn't so much he didn't have lungs anymore, but that his breathing was different. He could feel the carbon dioxide being taken in and the fresh oxygen leaving his, now her body. "I DEMAND to know what's going TURN Here!" Harley nearly bludgeoned herself with her changing hands and arms as she tried to cover her mouth in shock she had just spoken like a Pokemon.
Harley's eye's sunk in leaving the dark orange eye's of a Cacturne as her lips vanished and her mouth melt into a vent of black holes.
Cacturne turned to the new Harley not sure how to react to the new female. She was attractive for there species but this had been his friend.
"Cacturne?" he kept looking at her longingly.
Finally instinct overrode sense as he grabbed the female bridal style and turned to the newly reappeared windows.
"NOOOOOOOoooooOOOOO!" Harley's cry of misery and woe shook the Zubat from the trees and made them screech and fly into the night. Though all the party crowd heard was a very loud cry from a Cacturne. Strange, but not unheard of with all the trainers around. Cacturne jumped, braking through the window as he hauled his new mate away, to find a place to make a den.
The Mismagius sighed both in satisfaction and self disappointment as as she left the room. the runes vanishing from the door.
Paul had moved to the basement, because, well he was bored and he didn't want to be around the people when they found the graveyard in shambles. "what was that idiot thinking? There better not be ghost Pokemon connected, no reasoning, No matter, tomorrow I will be the one the challenge Ash to a rematch, he will be surprised that is for sure."
The door slammed behind him. A voice snorted, "No chance of that."
Paul jumped a little. "Electivire stand by for Battle." he called out with worry in his voice. "Hey, I told him to not hurt the stones." he called out in defense of himself.
"You still battled to begin with," the Ghost, now clearly a Gengar, said.
"He got on my nerves."
"You COULD have walked away. You COULD have been the better person," the Ghost scolded, "And now, you will pay the price."
Paul snorted. "Oh, well we all have our pride, I would not have some green wearing dork get the better of me." He cross his arms, showing he was not thinking him as part of the problem.
Suddenly, the fake, spiked collar turned into a real leather collar and clamped around Paul's neck.
"What?" he gasped as he felt something clamp around his neck on instinct really he reached for the collar.
Suddenly, he couldn't feel his face for a moment, and then in the next, the mask he wore WAS his face. He wasn't sure how he knew, but it was.
"This is bad." Paul muttered
"You have no idea," the Gengar said with his wide trademark grin.
The soft clothing began to harden into leather armor, and his pants into chain mail shorts.
Paul just remained silent in shock as he saw the changes
The rest of Paul's skin began to become covered in tight blue fur, much like the bits that had been covered up in the costume. Paul's mind began to wander... and got... got... what?
"What was he doing here? Wasn't where was he patrol route? and wasn't he suppose to look out for a boy in green or? He looked at his team that were out of their pokeballs with pleading in his eyes. "help me." he whispered.
"I think I"ll leave you down here for a while to get acquainted. Plus I don't want there to be too much of a panic. Not yet, anyway."
Paul just gulped a little in fear of this new dungeon
"Maybe, if we're in a better mood, we'll send you home when we're done," the Gengar said, before fading out and laughing.
The Moblin sat there, surrounded by creatures that he didn't recognize.
"Dis place is loaded with Pokémon and other tings up fer grabs," Meowth, dressed as a human boy about Max's age, stated to his companions, "All 'da gym leaders, elites and frontier brains, all in one place!"
James looked a little worried. "But aren't they all strong Pokemon? what about the Twerps?"
"They're all preoccupied with d'ere party, Jimmy-boy!", Meowth said to the Growlithe-dressed man.
"I still don't like this, if we make a wrong move, we'll all be blasting off."
"Grow a spine, James" Jessie said dressed as a Snivy despite the fact that her hair clashed badly. she swatted James with her fan. "think about what this could mean?"
"Yeah, us landing miles away in the forest."
{Hmmmmm, these humans really piss me off with their squabbling ... and something else about them upsets me. I think I'll make them my first victims.} The Sableye said to himself, grinning maliciously. {But first thing's first, getting them away from the party.} With that thought in mind, the Sableye dashed towards the Meowth unseen and entered the creature. Meowth shuddered from the impact and his eyes were momentarily blank before blinking, they refocused.
It was strange looking through living eyes again, but the Meowth was approximately his height already, so it wasn't such a big deal and fortunately this body was used to walking on two legs instead of all fours.
"Uh, Meowth, are you okay? You kind of just spaced out."
"Fine. Just fine."
The meowth turned to the two humans in question, his eyes seemed purple now instead of their usual red, but in the dimmer lighting it was hard to tell. "Yeah yeah, I'm fine. Now let's get us some treasure fer da boss!" The pokemon pulled out a random gadget. "Dis'll lead us to the good stuff hidden round 'dis joint. Just follow me!" Inside Meowth, the Sableye was grinning from ear to ear.
This was going to be too easy. And he couldn't wait.
"lead the way" Jessie said happily
"Why didn't you pull that out earlier Meowth?" James asked, a little nervous at the moment. "And what treasure? I thought," he trailed off as he looked at his little information booklet he had about most anything.
The Meowth led the way through the crowds, Jessie and James peeping around in their usual criminal manner, dashing from person to person as Meowth led them along until they were at an old and shabby looking side door. "In here." Meowth said as the device started to beep louder.
"In there?" Jessie asked
"The door doesn't look stable, are you sure? what if parts of this house is not fully restored?"
"Dat means da valuable stuff is still there!" The cat pokemon said, angrily. "Now C'mon! Or are da both of yas chicken?"
Meowth followed with James coming in last. The door was ajar momentarily before it shut with an eerie slam. Fortunately, the music was so loud on the other side that nobody noticed. Meowth started to laugh creepily as his eyes glowed purple and the door was covered in what looked like some kind of gaseous barrier.
"What's going on?" Jessie asked scared
Meowth's voice changed suddenly as his eyes continued to glint and glimmer in the dark. "You greedy fools wanted treasure. You doubtless would have destroyed our homes and our graves for it. Well now, you wanted your treasure ... here it is!" And laughing maniacally, a double image of Meowth and Sableye appeared before the Sableye leaped out of his host and hovered above the three, Meowth
shaking his head and only just coming to his senses. The jeweled eyes of Sableye were burning purple with a deep red core of anger, hatred, and a lust for revenge.
James at seeing this screamed girly and held onto Jessie as if she had become the last safe place on the Planet.
"Uh- Wh- What happened?", Meowth said, dazed.
James gasped a little. "I, I think you were possessed again."
"You thieves really get on my nerves." The ghost pokemon grated. So we're going to punish every single one of you to set an example and make sure nobody ever hurts our gravestones ever AGAIN!"
"But-"
"Seviper Poison Tail" Jessie tossed her pokeball
James was petrified
As he said it, what can only be defined as energy circles pulsed from the ghost's eyes as they gradually filled the room with multicolored lights and energies. The ghost then negligently used hypnosis to put the Pokemon to sleep. "I think it's time we turned things around a little bit." He chuckled darkly. "From what I've seen of this Meowth's memories, he's always been the ... underdog."
The pun was not lost on them or the Sableye but he left off on the laughter. "Let's fix that shall we? I'm sure he'll make a far better human than you two miserable bags of flesh ever could."
With that, he resumed pulsing, his hands glowing as an aura of power surrounded the ghost. The night was drawing on and with it ... his powers were growing and he was loving it. He hadn't been able to let go like this since ... well he couldn't remember, but it was wonderful! The Sableye grinned a toothy grin.
"I think I'll start with the cat." And with that, Meowth's costume started to glow a sickly purple mixed with black as Meowth looked helplessly on, his form beginning to grow and change, shifting from short and pudgy to tall and slim.
"Wh-What's..?", Meowth stammered.
"Don't worry little trainer, you'll do much better than your former masters did now won't you? I bet you'll even be the one to turn in that no good Giovanni." The ghost cackled at the idea, turning the foolish human's own lackeys against him. That was rich.
The lights continued to pulse around the room as Meowth grew, his voice changing and growing higher pitched.
"B-But... I- Da' Boss... I-", Meowth stammered more
"Now now little human. You should just worry about going on your journey and stopping evil whenever you find it, just like your hero, the chosen one. You know, the one with the black pointy hair and that shocking Pikachu. And you do have your two Pokemon to help you as well. Don't you remember?" The voice was dripping with irony and taunts. The Sableye was enjoying himself too much as the
same aura that had surrounded Meowth and started to change him now appeared around Jessie and James.
James yelped this time in fear as the lights began to surround him
"Very good, very good. Yelp like the canine you are." Came the sinister voice before the Pokemon returned to the Meowth that was rapidly changing. Meowth's paws were thinning out and shifting, losing their fur and becoming the equivalent of human hands. The same thing was happening down at his hind paws which were now changing to become human feet. Shoes grew up to cover them as the claws
disappeared. Meowth's whiskers withdrew into his face as his ears shifted and changed into circular human ears, reforming on the sides of his head. Even as the pulsing continued.
James was beginning to feel very hot while Jessie was trying to play it cool, the suit becoming almost skintight before suddenly feeling much more comfortable, almost as if it were her own skin.
The former Meowth put his head in his new hands, moaning at the pain.
"You won't get away with this" Jessie shouted
"Oh dry up you sniveling human! Then again, you're more of a Snivy now aren't you?" The ghost grinned maliciously at Jessie as she began to lose some of her stature and height. The haughty expression on her face remained of course; not even the increased powers Sableye got on All Hallows' Eve could rid the world of that wretched superiority.
"What's happening" she screamed
"ARCEUS! That voice is so annoying! Just shut UP ALREADY!" The ghost flared red and seemed almost to grow larger as he yelled in anger and frustration. She was giving him a headache if that's even physically possible for a ghost.
The Meowth didn't look much like a Meowth anymore. He had grown a spiky brown hairdo looking strikingly like Ash Ketcham's and as the rest of his fur disappeared. His nose and mouth separated, no longer a muzzle but a proper human face. He was staring at the colors now in a daze as they pulsed, working to gradually program the almost human with a new personality and memories while the old ones
struggled to remain.
The boy's red eyes were fading now and dimming, becoming a piercing ocean blue. Meowth was disappearing now, growing farther and farther away, and as he did, the tail, that last part of Meowth that remained was slowly starting to shrink and push its way back into the boy's body.
"You are at the party in my home without permission, little boy! But don't worry, I'm willing to forgive you, little trainer. Just don't try to capture me." The voice wasn't so angry or evil anymore seeing as this was a whole new Meowth now. "Can you tell me your name little one?"
"My name?", the little boy asked, "It's... Um... My name's Mickey. I'm from Viridian City."
"sni whats ly on?" Jessie screamed as her mind began to cloud up. why was she screaming? What was wrong? Did her trainer want her to fight the Sableye?
"Well there's one of them over there I believe. It looks like she could use a hug. And what is the species of your other partner little one?"
"He's a Growlithe. Daddy gave him to me before I was a trainer."
"Is that so?" The Sableye turned on James with a menacing looks, his eyes pulsing and focusing all of his will on the quivering human.
"Mmeeep"
"You need to be braver than that now. After all, you're a Growlithe, a fire Pokemon. Let's see some of that fire hmmmmm?"
Meanwhile, Mickey walked over to his Snivy and gave her a hug, as her face changed to that of a normal Snivy.
James gulped and puff'd his chest out. "fffire?" he stuttered, but sounding a little braver.
"That's right. You protect your trainer. You care for him ... remember? You will remember." The second saying was forceful willing the fact into James' mind. Even as he spoke, the pulsing increased and the fake fur adhered to James' skin, starting to look more and more real. He even started to glow a little bit as the two spoke, though it was getting a little harder for James to speak as a human being.
"Righ, right, I must protect my trainer, he is my protection and my honor," He muttered sounding more sure of himself by the second
"that's right. Now let's see ... ah yes, those hand shave to go. No self respecting Pokemon has hands now do they?"
"no sir," James shook his head.
And as James shook his head, his hands deformed, black padding forming on the bottoms while his fingers became stubby and short, nails sharpening into claws while his palms swelled up into one large pad. Hos feet were quickly following suit.
"Much better?" James asked the Sableye.
"Yes, much better. You'd best go to your trainer now little Growlithe, he looks a little scared. Nuzzle with that muzzle of yours."
Mickey had realized that Jess was always jealous of Jimmy. Jimmy was a special Pokémon that his father had given him - a Pokémon that scientists had found that was able to speak like a human. That made the two of them very close. But that didn't change the fact that Jess was his starter, and he needed to give her a bit more attention.
James nodded his and and moved towards Mickey to nuzzle his leg.
Mickey happily petted Jimmy's head, "Good boy, Jimmy," he said, as Jimmy's face pulled out into a Growlithine Muzzle. Jimmy briefly wondered what had happened to his brother Growlie, whom got separated from him as a pup, but moved it out of his mind because of his desire to protect his master.
The other pokeballs with their Pokemon were transferred to gyms where they would be treated properly and live out the rest of their lives happily with a puff of dark smoke. "Alright you three, time to go back to the party." The Sableye said mirthfully as the door opened again. "This room is a little unstable for living people like you."
"Okay." the new Growlithe admitted and trotted towards the door.
"But- I thought you didn't want me at the party," Mickey said.
"Oh no, no, no. I simply said you hadn't been invited yet. You weren't really dressed for it either. Now you're all ready. Go on, have some fun."
"But i don't have a costume... everyone's wearing costumes..."
"Woah, you look like a Pokemorph master." the Growlithe spoke with a giggle.
"Thanks Jimmy!"
"your welcome."
El Zorro, stepped into the outside backyard to escape from the sweltering heat he was feeling, he was dressed in black and as such, he needed to cool off.
However he blinked and stepped back at the mayhem he saw.
"Ooookayyy." he muttered. He turned around and after a few questions to guests, and complimenting a kid in a impressive Meowth costume was outside again with a torch and a large bucket of glue. "Okay... let's see if my old days of restoration work will come in handy, never did like crowds that much." he spoke to himself as he began to work on repairing the most damaged headstone he could find.
Conor stood by the table, still waiting for his friends; where were they? His stomach was starting to rumble horribly. He couldn't take it anymore, so he took off his helmet and went to the buffet to sample some of the delicacies.
There he ran into someone wearing a strange costume that had Victini ears, Delcatty face, Luxray Footpaws, and a Single Tauros Tail. It was... unique, that much was for certain.
Conor just stared for a moment. "Uhhhh ... Hello." He said. "I ... hope you don't mind but just what are you dressed up as anyways?"
The person in the costume sighed. It was a rather young voice, "Nothing in particular. My mom made this makeshift costume. I think she wanted to make sure Dad and Sis could keep an eye on me among all the other costumes."
The Mismagius smiled down at the two of them. trying to decide what to do.
"Wow. No offense, but even if you were in a regular costume, wouldn't you still be harder to see since you're a little shorter? Sorry. Oh, the name's Conor by the way. What's yours?" The human dressed as a robot extended a hand out to the boy with his helmet in his arm.
The boy grasped his hand, "My name's Max."
seeing her opening the Mismagius possessed a Pichu nearby. "Pi" the Pokemon said looking cute as it came up to them.
"Nice to meet you." Conor retracted his hand. "say ... aren't you that gym leader's son?" He asked as he saw the Pichu suddenly walk up. "Hey there little guy!" He said, smiling and reaching down his hand.
"Pichu" the small Pokemon motioned for them to follow
Max looked at Conor, "Think we should follow him?"
"You want to? I don't mind. My friends pretty much left me alone here, so it's probably better than waiting for them."
The human put his helmet back on his costume.
The Pichu lead them through the halls to a larger room.
"Huh, why do ya' think it led us here?" The muffled voice asked through the helmet.
"...I'm... not sure..."
The Pichu seemed to go blank for a moment then left through a crack in the wall as the door shut.
"Uhhhhh ... okay. That was weird."
Max felt something was up and ran back to the door, trying to get it open.
"Need some help Max?" Conor asked as he made his way over to the stubborn door.
"...I think it's locked," Max said.
"That it is" a voice added.
"Who said that?" Conor asked as he looked around.
"I did" the voice said.
"And you are?"
A dark figure appeared in front of them
"A- Mismagius?"
"Interesting costume choices…"
"She looks kinda cute, doesn't she? Is this your home?" The human asked the Pokemon.
The Mismagius's tendrels stroked maxes fake ears as they fleshed out.
"Max?" Conor asked as the boy stood there, his face looked as if he were in sheer bliss. "Are you alright?"
"Y-Yeah... I think so...", Max said.
She turned to connor touching the helmet as it began to seal to his skin.
"Hey ... what're you doing?" Conor reached up to his helmet and tried to pull it off. It was stuck. "I-I can't take it off!"
"A-Are you okay? Can you breathe in there?", Max asked, surprised
"I ... I think so. It's just ... stuck."
"Why do you try to remove your head?", the Mismagius asked, "Isn't that fatal to mortals?"
"Because it's not my head! ... Is it?"
"It is now."
Conor was starting to feel a little dizzy as the Mismagius hovered in front of him.
"That ... ohhhhhh man." He brought his hand up to feel his head only to hear a metallic clang.
Next the fur on Max's tail became a light orange with brown stripes as it started to swing animatedly.
"What- what are you doing to us?", Max wondered, realizing that he's changing as well.
"I-I think she's turning us into our costumes ... at least that is the most logical explanation." Conor said in a voice that sounded much less like the human once did. "Gah! I'm talking like a robot now too!" Even as he spoke, he found himself getting shorter and looking out the green tinted eye coverings in fear.
Max's body began to fur over.
"But-But this doesn't look like my costume...", Max said, "Then again, that's... a bit of an improvement."
"I agree." Conor let out a strange sounding chuckle as the mask's jaw started to move on its own, mimicking his words and eventually becoming his actual mouth. "Oh my! This is an interesting development." He said as he tried to touch it, only to register the vibration and the scraping of metal against metal. A dim pain could be felt as his fingers suddenly fused into the costume.
Suddenly the glove was real and he had two metal fingers and a glove. Then his vision started to turn green as numbers started descending in front of his vision.
"Oh my. It seems I am rebooting." He said, suddenly able to understand the scrolling binary that was blocking his vision. He shrank more and more and suddenly everything went black as he fell to the floor, a lifeless little backpack waiting to be activated.
Even as he shrank Max grew slightly
"WH-Wh-What's happening?"
His feet and hands growing claws though his hands seemed to be covered in gloves now. His muscles became leaner and stronger. as his mind began filling with new ideas for technology. his face became slightly more animal.
Max screamed out in pain as his voice grew deeper and older sounding
Max's shirt seemed to melt away leaving a jade green vest with more then a couple extra pockets. He gained a similar pair of pants. with a special hole for his tail. His gloves becoming like leather gauntlets. His glasses melted away as his eyes fixed themselves.
Max shook his head a bit, "Wh-Why did you...?", he asked the ghost.
"i didn't do anything, you came in here just now" she said as his memories fixed themselves
"...Yeah, sure," Max said, disbelieving. He walked over to the robot, "Guess he needs a reboot."
The Lombax crouched down and rebooted the robot.
Everything suddenly flipped on for the robot as light flickered inside of his green viewing monitors. A small antenna with a red sphere on top extended itself from the head while arms and legs popped out from the sides and bottom of the robot. It looked around a moment, confused at its situation and then saw the furry creature looking at it strangely.
"Thank you for rebooting me." The robot said, formally. "My name is XJ-775; it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Gears... You okay? Nothing damaged?", Max asked.
"Now you, too, should rejoin the party" she said
"That's good, Gears," was afraid you'd be out of it. The Lombax looked suspiciously at the Ghost.
"Ooooh, it appears we have an ectoplasmic manifestation." Gears said, intrigued at the ghost Pokemon.
"...English?", Max asked.
"In Layman's terms, a ghost." Gears clarified.
"Ah... Why didn't you just say so?", Max wondered.
Gears sighed, "I did, Max. You really need to work on expanding your vocabulary."
"Yeah, I guess so..."
"Now, didn't she say something about a party?" Gears asked, trying to cheer his partner up.
"Yeah. Also, I think we'll be here for a while... I went back alone to where we parked our ship. It's gone," Max said, "But... I guess it won't be too bad. Not at first."
"We can always build a new one." The robot said pointedly.
He nodded, "Yes. May take a while, but... Let's just enjoy this party, for now."
"Of course. I wonder if there are any pretty lady bots I can dance with." Gears said, laughing his strange robotic laugh.
Max rolled his eyes, "We'll see, Gears."
With that, the door opened and the sounds of the party could clearly be heard. Looking at each other one more time, the two companions took each other's hands and stepped back into the crowd, the door closing behind them before disappearing.
Nathan nodded and sighed in embarrassment, he felt like he got ripped off, that costume shop promised a "mascot worthy" Cubone suit, sure it fit but 'mascot worthy' apparently meant full of holes and a dinky rubber mask you can get at hobby shops, he liked the bone though they looked like they went through some pains to get it
His brown hair showing through he tried the Cubone speak a few times in front of a mirror, he was happy to be invited but was sort of disappointed that his suit wasn't better maintained, he reminded himself to take up some sewing to fix the holes in his suit
The Gengar glared. That costume was an insult to actual Cubone. He decided to keep the door locked so he could do something to the boy before he returned to the party.
Nathan finally lost it, "That costume shop should be sued for false advertising, I wanted a REAL costume not a fake thing like this!", He went for the door and realized it was locked as he checked the knob and saw the little button was pressed in, odd he didn't remember pressing it. Though turning the knob should cause the lock to pop free and it didn't."Heh heh heh...", a voice chuckled, "So... you want to look like a REAL Cubone?"
"You read my mind, yeah this shop cost me 20,000 Pokebucks for this junk", Nathan pulled the mask and it snapped back into his face, "Yeowch! Wait...who said that? Oh boy if there are ghosts types in here..."
Suddenly, Nathan feels his skin get very dry as it started to turn to an orange color and became scaly.
Nathan looked in the mirror at this, "Hrmm? Wait, wait, wait! I meant the costume not myself!"
His costume started to rip up as a tail grew out from behind him.
Nathan grabbed it, "Hmm… On second thought, keep going I think this'll be better then the cheap costume from earlier!"
His hands became more claw like as his feet also changed shape.
Nathan nodded, "this is excellent," he said noting the better grip he had on his club
Soon, his face started to change shape, cracking and breaking the very poorly made mask. Before he could see what a Cubone looked like under the mask, a new, real skull appeared over it.
The bone also changed, feeling more real in his grip.
Nathan smiled as he looked around and finally saw the eyes of his benefactor, "Thank you! This costume will be the envy of the party!"
"Heh heh...", the Ghost laughed, "You think I'm done? You realize all good things come with a price." And the clothes started to rip up as he started to put on a lot of weight.
"Wait, what! No, stop, stop!", He realized he was getting not only tubby but SUPER tubby that one maneuver he felt like he put on fifty pounds and was still going, "What...what are you doing? I'm done right?"
He put on a few more pounds before it started to slow, and then stopped. But soon his head started to hurt... His memories... who was- where was...?
"Wait what, who am I?", Nathan wondered as he looked at the Gengar, "who are you", then he looked down at his tattered costume, "And what is this...junk someone made a bad purchase or got ripped off!"
"Something like that... I'd be more worried about losing weight if I were you... but you can worry about that later. After all, it's a party!", the Ghost said with a laugh, "You can indulge for the day! But after that, you'll need to work off all these extra pounds."
The Morphic Cubone looked at his body and gasped, "How did I get so fat! I'm as tubby as a Snorlax!", He exclaimed
"Not THAT Bad... but you'll have a lot of working out to do, young Nathan."
"Nathan? That's...my name", Nathan's memory was foggy but only one thing got him irritated, "forget the party for now, I wanna pummel those con artists!" Nathan practically shrieked as he clubbed the door until he broke it down and took off.
"Hmmph. Some people are rude," Gengar joked. To be honest, this went exactly as he had planned. Now he had to just play along with Sableye for a while longer…
Above Agatha, invisibly, her Gengar floated protecting his mistress from any horrors that may attack her tonight.
Sableye stood looking down on the famous gym leader. He was a little nervous as he looked over the woman. She was beautiful the way she stood, but it seemed she could use a little preening up. Slowly he approached and allowed himself to become visible before the great woman. "It's you isn't it? You're Agatha."
"Hello spirit, is this your home?" She asked kindly.
"Yes ... but ... the other ones. They ... they've done something unforgivable!" The Sableye's eyes glowed an angry red as he spoke, his body trembling as his strength continued to increase with the midnight hour drawing closer.
The air next to Agatha hardened as her Gengar became visible. his own eye's glowing a deeper red, "Hold yourself, brother. Don't make me help you into the next life", His body gave off an aura of power, age, and wisdom.
The Sableye trembled before regaining control again. "My apologies. But ... they destroyed her tombstone! I'm used to not remembering but ... Mismagius ..." The tone was sadder and his eyes seemed to glow a deep blue now.
Agatha's eye's softened to the Sableye, "Do what you must, spirit. But harm no one if you can."
"Thank you." He bowed "May I ... that is ... can I ... do something for you?" He seemed rather shy around her for some reason ... did he know her in his past life?
"What could you possibly offer an old woman on her last leg?" Agatha asked
"This time of year ... the three of us can do more than the average ghost. If you would let me, I would be honored to revitalize you and give you some extra benefits along with it."
"Do what you will, my friend."
Sableye looked nervously at the protective Gengar.
"Go on," he said
The Sableye nodded before glowing purple once again, his eyes gleaming red as he focused on the old woman. "I hope you don't mind; I think you'd look better as a Persian. You already have the grace and the wisdom. So why not have the form to go with it?" he said, smiling sheepishly which looked surprisingly creepy.
Agatha just nodded acceptingly
As he did so, Agatha's costume began to take on a greater splendor as the fake gold began to gleam and shine, the gems becoming genuine valuables. White hairs began to sprout from her body as strength began return to her frame, allowing her to straighten her back and stand up straight, giving her an even greater look of dignity and nobility.
Her eyes turned red as she stood and looked upon the smaller ghost. A long, graceful tail made its way out the back of her dress as her hands changed into padded and clawed hand paws.
Her sandals changed as well to fit her new feet as they changed to digigrade form. Her hair changed from light gray to long flowing black as it gleamed in the moonlight. She gasped and started to walk confidently across the floor, her hobble rapidly turning into what looked like a graceful dance.
And even as she walked, the moonlight revealed that her wrinkles were rapidly disappearing, making her face seamless and beautiful as the years dropped away like old baggage.
Agatha smiled as she casually danced across the room. her Gengar beside her the whole time.
As she continued her dance, whiskers began to sprout from her face as her nose began to push outwards, looking more dainty but refined. She practically glowed as her head was covered in fur and her ears shifted to pointed cat like ones."It is finished, my lady." Sableye said, bowing to her.
Agatha nodded graciously.
Timothy had split away from his friend as soon as he could. He didn't know where Conor could be. He wasn't by the Bookcase where they promised to be waiting.
the Mismagius signaled to the Gengar for each of them to take one. she would take the one with the pompom. She invisibly floated behind her target gesturing as the image of his friend stepping into a far off room.
"H-Hey! Conor! Wait!", Timothy called out as he followed his friend.
The Mismagius tailed him quickly. As they entered the room, the door slammed shut.
Timothy spun around, "What the-?"
Conor was nowhere to be seen in the room. the Mismagius approached Timothy slowly.
"Who's there?", He shouted.
She allowed her eye's to become visible, "Hello, human."
He stepped back, "Whoa! A Ghost? I- I thought that all the ghosts in this mansion had passed on," He said.
She just stared at him with red glowing eyes. She examined his costume closely.
"Wh-What is it?"
"What are you, human?"
"I'm... dressed as a Moogle... a Moogle who is a butler," he explained.
"Ah, that's good. I like to know what I'm turning people into" she said.
"Wait - WHAT?"
"I'm sorry, did I not make myself clear?" she asked as his pompom started to attach itself to his head.
"N-No, but I'm wondering WHY."
"Humans destroyed my tombstone tonight. I no longer remember my life, as you humans say a life for a life" she said as his body began to shrink.
"Wait - I had nothing to do with it!"
"It doesn't matter to me" she said as his fur began to feel itchy.
He started to scratch at his fur and head felt strange as it pulled out into a small muzzle.
"K-Kupo," he found himself saying in shock.
On his back his bat like wings flapped idly. His eye's swelled on his face becoming huge as his ears became triangular and stretched out, they sort of looked like a mix of a feral cats and a rabbits. His memories altered, he remembered training to take up a job as a butler. serving and defending his boss no matter what should happen.
He bowed to the Mismagius, "Madam, do you want me to get rid of the partygoers?"
"Not yet, it's fine" she said. "Wait here until I call you" she instructed.
"Yes, Ma'am. You do know that this will be my last day serving you - the winner does win me in the contest. I am, honor bound to serve the rightful owner of the mansion, kupo."
"Of course" she said as the door opened for her.
Timothy stood up straight, waiting silently for his mistress - or for the winner of the contest to be announced - whichever came first.
Taze wandered through the crowd looking for Conor. He was sure they where supposed to meet by the fireplace…
Meanwhile, the Gengar floated over the other companion. He intentionally knocked done of the books over to draw his attention. Turning into Conner, he picks up the book and then walks off, as if not noticing Taze.
"Hey, man! We've been looking for you," Taze tried to get his attention following.
He entered a door that wasn't there before.
Taze followed quickly "Hey man, stop for a second!"
The room was empty, except for what appeared to be Conor, looking at the book.
Peter walked up and attempted to put a hand on his shoulder.
As he did so, he was suddenly frozen in place as the door behind him slammed closed.
He laughed as he changed back, "Surprised, boy?"
"A-a Gengar? Okay, what's the joke?"
"You are," he answered simply. Suddenly, the costume spikes fell out as real ones jutted out of his chest and hands, the pain unbearable.
"Oh, Arceus!" Taze shouted as it happened.
The already skintight fur of the suit now started to attach itself to his body.
"What are you doing?" Taze asked getting over the pain.
"I may not exactly agree with it, but my two accomplices have decided to change all you humans and your Pokémon - because two of you have destroyed one of our graves," he said with a bit of remorse, "I'm outvoted, for once, rather than being the tiebreaker."
Suddenly, Taze's chest began to balloon out to a very large state.
Taze was forced into a moan at the feeling. "oh god are these?""His" hands became free again, "I think I owe you this much, at least."
"Are you making me a girl?" Taze asked
"In accordance to your costume. Feel free to explore... while you still have your mind."
Suddenly, a strange feeling occured lower in his body, as his voice raised a few octaves
"Oh, Mew", she, for Taze was sure it was official now, squeaked. A hand pressed a breast experimentally. She felt a burst of pleasure at the touch.
"Now now... Don't start that kind of stuff with all the kids in the next room over."
Suddenly, Taze's face pulled out into the long muzzle of a Lucario and her ears moved up to the top of her head. The one piece missing from Taze's costume suddenly sprouted out from her petite behind - a tail.
Suddenly, her mind clouded. Her old memories vanished, putting in their place a life of servitude to the owners of the Mansion, much like her friend from childhood, Timothy.
Even her name wasn't safe. Her name was Terra, named after mother earth itself.
"Now, Terra... Are you alright now?"
Terra got up off the floor her costume now changed to a proper french maid's outfit complete with fishnet stockings. She looked at the Gengar. "Yes sir, sorry for the outburst."
"Yes. Well, we don't need you to get underfoot of the partygoers," he said, handing her the book, "So you have some time off to work on some of your reading."
"Sir, it has been an honor serving you" she smiled leaning over to give him a kiss on the cheek. angle was perfect for him to see down her shirt.
With that, he smiled and left the room.
Brock was walking around the area, trying to chat up various ladies. Of course, this went about as well as could be expected.
A chill ran through Brock as the Sableye watched over him, seething with fury. If there was one thing that this unresting spirit couldn't stand, it was a pervert. The question was ... how to take care of this one? A devious grin spread over his face as the Pokemon realized the perfect method to lead him away. First he placed the Croagunk under a hypnotic spell so it would not interfere.
Then he took on the guise of a young woman. It was thanks to a Ghastly he knew back in the Kanto region he knew this trick. Last but not least came the obvious flirtation.
What appeared to be a hot young blonde lady stood in an innocent dress, a small bejeweled tiara on her head was winking at the former gym leader flirtatiously.
Brock stared. Was someone actually advancing on him?
The "woman" made her way towards a side door and made the come hither sigh with her finger before winking once more, unleashing a devastating smile, and slipping through the door with an echoing laughter that sounded like the gentle ringing of a chorus of bells.
Brock blindly followed, not finding this strange in the least, the fool.
The Room, like many of the others that the people have been trapped in, seemed very barren. It was not at all what Brock had been expecting (as he was expecting a Bedroom or something).
The heavenly laughter could be heard deeper in the darkness of the room again and brock's eyes immediately turned into hearts at the sound of the woman who'd flirted with him.
Brock floated towards the sound and saw the young beautiful woman with that tinkling laughter once again. He saw what appeared to be one of those old four poster beds, ornate and left behind from the previous owners. Yet it looked brand new. Next to it lay what looked like some sort of dog bed. Brock smiled as he saw the woman standing by the bed. She motioned with her hand for him to sit down and he hurriedly obliged, his heart in his eyes and tears starting to stream out in fountains as he thought his dream was finally going to come true.
The girl approached him and placed her hand under his chin. "You know ... you really are so adorable when you look like this. Now if only we could get rid of that lecherous personality." She grinned coldly at him now.
And the temperature began to drop in the room.
"Wh-What?", Brock asked.
"Awwww, you're just like a big puppy dog aren't you?" She said, grinning as her eyes began to sparkle. Brock shivered in the increasing cold.
"Wh-what's going on?"
"Oh, my! We can't have you freezing to death now can we? Why don't you warm things up a bit hmmm?"
"Awww, Brock, you're just so cute when you look at me like that with those bit brown eyes!" She fawned over him as she ran her hands through his hair.
Even as she spoke, the slits that were normally Brock's eyes suddenly popped open and began to widen, growing much larger as she pet him. He shut his eyes in contentment as she ran her hands through his hair. It felt so good. He was feeling warmer now too, the cold not nearly as penetrating as before. He smiled dumbly as his hair started to change from black to a fiery reddish brown.
"That's a good boy. Now why don't you lie down so I can give you a nice rub, hmmmmm?" Her eyes were glowing red as she stared into his own.
Brock shook a little but did as told.
"Good boy." She started to rub over his belly and as she did so, the clothing began to dissolve in shimmering gold, red fur was growing in where she went over and despite his best efforts, Brock found himself really enjoying the attention ... he could even feel his tails wagging ... wait tails?
"Wh-What are you doing to me?"
"Heehee, just fixing your little problem, sweetie. You're so cute when you look confused!" She continued to rub him and his pants disappeared, revealing six tails wagging at the attention. Even as she ran another hand through his head fur ... wait ... wasn't it something else before? His head was feeling very foggy even as his face started to push outwards and his ears to point and shift on his head.
Brock found himself whimpering a little at what was happening to him.
"Now now, no need to cry. You'll be happy like this. And of course I know a lady who'd love to get to know you once you're a little more mature. You need a better upbringing and I know just the person to do it. I took the liberty of looking into your memories. So I figured I'd give you a fresh start." Her voice had a more ethereal quality to it now as her figure started to take on a more see-through quality. "Don't worry, I have it all worked out." She smiled at him.
"Bu-But..."
"Shhhhhhh, now you know Pokemon don't speak human." She smiled down at him as his voice started to crack and grow higher while he shrunk, the fur covering the new appendages and curving cutely as his body began to radiate heat.
"Now that's much better. You must be feeling so tired though isn't that right Brocky?", she petted the tiny Vulpix as his changes drew to a close, and running her now clawlike fingers through his fur brought silvery streaks out of his head as his memories started to change.
The small creature who was formerly Brock Harrison yawned.
The ghost Pokemon dropped his act as the Pokemon fell asleep. Using his ghostly powers, he placed the little Pokemon on the doggy bed before making a little doggy door appear in the side door he had lured Brock through in the first place. The new Vulpix wouldn't be noticed in the party anyways since lots of Pokemon were let loose to have fun too. The Sableye grinned once, wished Brock pleasant dreams and then disappeared from the room.
KC and Akira were still stumbling around in their "Zebstrika" costume, much to the laughs of some of the less caring people at the party.
"KC! You're terrible at this!"
"You're the one who picked the two person costume, Akira!"
The Mismagius studied the costume trying to figure out what it was
"Hey! Watch it you Muk!", one person shouted after Akira had plowed into him.
"HEY! It's not a Muk! Anyone can plainly see it's a Zebstrika!", Akira protested once more.
"Zebstrikas aren't brown...", KC muttered.
"But neither are Muks!", Akira complained.
Laughing the Mismagius created a door infront of them waiting for them to stumble through.
The two did in short order.
the skin began to seal where it would normally split.
"Really, something weird's going on... I can't see out any holes in the costume anymore."
"You're not supposed to!"
"But..."
KC's legs began to fure with the hooves as they slowly reshaped into actual Zebrstrika hooves
"A-Aah-", KC started to panic, realizing something was very wrong.
"KC, be quiet back there, I think I'm finally getting a hang of this."
the rest of kc's rear began to fill into the back of the costume as it became real.
"Uhh... Akira..."
"NOT NOW!"
kc's body began to swell as inside it moved to make contact with akira before sinking into his body, akira didn't seem to even notice yet that he now had a horse body.
Noticing the quiet, Akira only nodded to himself, and noticed that it was alot easier to move, "You're getting it now, KC!"
slowly the changes swept over his own feet as they became hooved Zebstrika legs. hands begging to retract
"H-Huh? W-Wait a minute? What's-"
his arms and hands vanished into his body as his face began to fill the mask which was reforming to a proper Zebstrika head.
"-happening to M-estrika! Zebstrika"
"That's much more fitting" the Mismagius said as KC's mind bubbled inside Akira's even as there memories blurred and rearranged
The two's newly combined mind started to grow feral, and quite soon enough, they were a Wild Zebstrika, running around in the empty room, trying to find a way out.
A door that had not been there before opened to reveal a stable.
The wild Pokémon tilted his head but obediently entered anyway.
The door closed behind him leaving him in the well prepared stable where he would be fine for the night.
Koga rolled his eye's as he stood perfectly still in one spot with amazing posture. seriously it was freaking people out. the master would much wrather be at home training then here.
"Hmmph... This guy is too serious," the Gengar murmured, "He needs a bit of a sense of humor..."
Koga didn't do anything.
"Hmm... How to get a guy like him out of the way..."
Gengar grinned and started weaving an illusion. Thanks to the illusion, Koga seemed to phase out from the rest of the world, though he was really in the same spot.
"So now... Let's see if I can keep you a Ninja while making you a bit more... interesting."
Grey fur started to sprout on Koga's body.
Koga looked at his hand as his face was unreadable.
His hands elongated into claws.
Koga's face showed a small frown as he looked. As he frowned, the face pulled out into a long muzzle, it was a rather painful experience, even for the ninja. Koga grimaced at the pain.
The pants of his outfit seemed to phase out of existence as a long rat tail snaked out, his feet ripping through the tabi he was wearing.
"What is going on?" he wondered out loud.
Gengar was having too much fun to give a clear response yet as the top of Koga's outfit, the only part that remained, became brown and somewhat tattered. The remains of the rest of his clothes changing into a walking stick and feet wraps. the latter of which wrapped around his largish feet.
Koga was starting to worry
The ghost grinned even larger, if that was possible. The Ninja was clearly starting to worry. Good. That means he was finally breaking through his cool exterior.
Koga's ears finally moved up to the top of his head and twitched a bit as they ended up pointed.
The ghost laughed, "And finally, the memories. Don't worry, 'Splinter-san', your sons will be joining you soon enough."
"who said that?"
Koga's mind started to change. He didn't lose any of his ninjitsu training, but his personality and past were changing greatly.
"Let's just say I'm your 'benefactor'. I saved you from an eternal darkness."
The memories of the gym began to fade away as Koga started to see life as a pet, and then the two incidents that changed his life. Adopting four sons... their training...
Splinter looked around hastily, holding his staff ready to strike. "Where are you hiding them?"
The ghost appeared in front of him, "Just right here. There are humans about. I can only keep my illusion of invisibility up for a while longer. You may want to go into one of the upstairs rooms and wait for your sons there."
Splinter vanished when the ghost was gone. heading to one of the rooms.
Prof. Oak was dressed up much like a Pokémon trainer. A Costume Party was the best way to relax after a lot of research.
The Sableye chuckled at the human below in his little costume. Clearly he missed his days as a young trainer. Sableye figured he might as well oblige the human. He started by forming the door and then creating the illusion of two Pokemon that featured most prominently in the professor's mind. A Charmeleon and Celebi.
"Ch-Charmeleon? Celebi?", he asked as he saw them.
Professor Oak had a feeling this was a trap... but he was too intruged to NOT follow.
{Thaaat's it, come on in human, you'll be glad you did.} The Sableye thought to himself as he stood waiting in the room beyond.
The Professor opened the door, and entered the room, this one not newly created like most of the other rooms that the ghosts have been using.
The door shut quietly behind him and a dim light much like a flame could be seen further in the darkness.
"Alright... who's in here?", Samuel questioned.
"Charmeleon!" came the call of the professor's old companion. He sounded distressed.
The professor hesitated for only a moment before running to the ghost.
"So ... you've come to capture me, have you trainer?" Came the darker voice of the ghost pokemon.
"No, I haven't. What makes you say that?", The professor asked.
"You have that Pokedex and an entire belt of Pokeballs. Plus that pack on your back. Clearly you must be a young trainer trying to make a name for himself. I get them from time to time in our manner."
"...Okay, you're obviously paranoid," the Professor said, "I'm far too old to be a trainer."
"OLD? Please! You think your little costume can fool me? I know what I see. And I see a little boy who's trying to be sneaky. You really shouldn't try to fool your elders like that." He then proceeded to mumble about how kids these days had no respect for the rules, etc. Even as he spoke, professor Oak started to change, losing a little of his height and having some of his wrinkles disappear from his face while the color gradually returned to his hair.
"What Costume are you talking about?", he asked, clearly confused.
"You're dressed up like a Pokemon professor. I mean that lab coat is clearly too long for you for one. And while I can see you have plenty of love for Pokemon you still have a ways to go before you're at that level. I mean just look at you. You even have a sketch pad out to draw me!"
"...I like to draw, is there anything wrong with that?", he asked, "And that's beside the point," he said, his mind slightly changing, "Why were you imitating my friend and my Partner?"
"You make me sound like some sort of monster. I'm just trying to defend my home from trainers like you. You have no regard for our home or our cemetery!"
"I didn't even know this place had a cemetery," Oak said, honestly.
"Really? I find that hard to believe. Now Halloween celebration would be complete without one. But if you really feel the need to battle me, I suppose I can oblige you; call out your companion and we shall begin."
"Well, I didn't want to Battle you, since it's just a party... but you seem to really want one..."
"Charizard! I Choose you!", he shouts, throwing out a Pokéball and releasing his elderly Charizard.
Charizard roared as it appeared
"Hmmmm, a worthy opponent, but for one so young he is out of your league. He is your starter companion after all, he should be the same age as you are." The ghost grinned as he began to change the Charizard, causing it to begin to shrink and its wings to retract in what looks almost like a reverse evolution.
"Charmeleon" it screamed.
"Hey! What'd you do to him?", Samuel asked.
"Grr... Chariz- I mean, Charmeleon, Flamethrower!"
Charmeleon released the blast of flame at the ghost
"Oh my! No need to get so testy." The ghost said as he nimbly dodged away. The fire seemed to dance along the surfaces of the ghost pokemon's eyes in a mesmerizing sort of way. It was very beautiful.
"...Why did you change my Pokémon?", Sammy asked, "And you still didn't tell me why you pretended to be Celebi."
"Inquisitive trainer aren't you? I'll tell you what. You do a drawing of me, and I'll tell you why I did what I did. Does that sound alright to you?"
"...Alright. Are you okay with that Charmeleon?"
"Char…" Charmeleon said still confused.
Sammy pulled out his sketchpad again and began to draw the Pokémon.
While Sammy proceeded to work on the drawing, Sableye's eyes glowed a deep red while a purple aura surrounded his body. He figured he might as well look the part for the kid while he worked on altering hiw memories.
Sammy continued to draw, amazed, as he kept focus on the spectacle the ghost was showing him and his own art
"I hope you're enjoying this. I don't usually let people draw me." He said, smiling a bit slyly as he subtly shifted Oak's memory so that he remembered asking to draw rather than seeking to battle and capture the ghost Pokemon.
"Yeah, I am."
"Your Charmeleon is very strong too."
"Thanks. I've been training him a long time," he said, distractedly.
"For one so young? Why you can't be more than ten years old, eleven at the most!"
"Well... it's been a long year...", he admitted, getting the details on the gems in the Sableye's eyes.
"So you started a year ago on your journey hmmmm? It's strange ... I can almost grasp something but it's been too long. My marker has long since decayed."
As he continues detailing, Sammy asks, "What do you mean?"
"For ghosts like us ... our memories are tied to our grave markers. When they fade away or get destroyed, our human memories are lost along with them. Such a case happened recently due to two children's foolishness. They have been punished, but we must defend the rest of our home as well."
"Okay...", Sammy Oak said warily, "but I was also wondering about what you were trying to grasp..."
"A memory; or rather an echo of a memory. Sometimes there are things which remind me dimly of my life, but it is rare; very rare."
"Oh..."
"No use crying over spilt milk. It just makes it a little hard to take care of unfinished business for some of us. Others are fine just living in this world and trying to keep our own little corner where we can live in peace."
"I see... Well, I'm almost done with your picture," Sammy said. This alarmed the ghost. He must have been too busy reminiscing.
"You're fast, kid." He said, chuckling as Oak finished shrinking. All signs of his old age were gone and he was now clearly the age of a young trainer on his journey. The lab coat he once had along with his other clothing had been converted back into more modern poke-gear. Though the main clothing he wore was the same he wore when he was on his adventure with Celebi. The Charmeleon was trying to not look too impressed but the ghost Pokemon could tell he was.
"Don't worry, you look just as cool the way you are. You'll be even better when you evolve."
"Huh?", Sammy said, as he finished sketching.
"Oh nothing, I was just talking to your companion. He was getting a little jealous." The Sableye said, grinning good-humoredly at the Charmeleon.
"Ah, alright," he said, he turned the picture to the Sableye, "How's this?"
The picture that graced him looked far better than any photo could. The sableye gaped at the skill. It almost made him look cooler than he thought possible. The dark furniture helped to accentuate his look and the details of the aura and gem-like eyes were breath taking. "Wow ... just ... wow."
"Glad you like it," he said, "I've always liked sketching out Pokémon. I wonder what that means the future holds for me, though."
"Oh I'm sure you'll figure it out. And i think I know someone who can help you on your journey. He's been out a while too. Kid by the name of Mickey. You'll find him dressed up as a meowth. He's got a snivey and growlithe for his companions. I think they should get along well with your charmelion."
"Alright. I think I'll do that," Sammy said, "Come on, Charmeleon," he said as he headed to the door.
"Enjoy the party, kid!" {Hmmmm, not bad for a human.}
Pikachu looked around. People seem to be disappearing one by one.. Are they getting scared off for some reason? Or is it something else?
...And then there was the matter of his stalker, Bunneary. Once she saw him here she refused to let him go.
"Hello, Pika-kun" she said happily
"Uh... h-hello, Bunneary...", he responded, a bit nervous.
"What's wrong?" she asked
"...", Pikachu wondered if he should just say that SHE is what's wrong at the moment. But that would be mean.
"Oh, look at the cute couple." the Mismagius said descending.
Pikachu sweatdropped. Someone referred to them as a couple again, didn't they?
"Now what, shall I do for you two?", she wondered.
"Hmm... Koga's gone... And so's Professor Oak...", he wondered out loud.
Pikachu was wearing a Samurai-esque costume... who put it on him and where he got it were both mysteries that Pikachu wasn't willing to divulge to the other Pokémon - okay, so Squirtle got it for him and he thought it was cool.
Smiling, the Mismagius started slowly as Pikachus ears began to flatten out and lengthen.
Pikachu felt something was wrong, but he couldn't place it.
Both of them began to grow as Pikachu and Bunneary's ears became wrapped in pony tail style.
Pikachu looked around... Where was Ash? He didn't disappear too, did he?
Both of their costumes grew with them becoming more detailed as Pikachu's fur turned a snowy white.
"Hmm... Where is he?"
"Uh, Pika-kun?", Bunneary tried to warn Pikachu.
"...What?", he asked, slightly irritated.
"You're white" she said.
"Wh- That's weird...", Pikachu said as he looked at himself.
His feet began to get bigger as his arms lengthened and his paws became hands
Pikachu's eyes widened at the change, "I- I knew something was going on, but..."
His face pulled out into a rabbit muzzle.
The former Pikachu felt around his new face, "I- I'm a..."
Pikachu drew the two swords at his side, and somehow instinctively knew their names, "...Yagi no Eda and Aoyagi...", he muttered.
Beside him, Bunneary's form grew in as a bottle appeared in Pikachus belt.
Pikachu's mind began to alter... wait... Pikachu? Who was that? He was Miyamoto Usagi. Putting his sword back he looked around. No sign of Leonardo, his friend who he came here to find. This was disconcerning.
"What's wrong master?" the rabbit genie asked
"...Nothing's wrong, Jeanie...", he lied.
"is there anything you need?" she asked as she entered her bottle.
"Not right now, Jeanie," he insisted. "Actually... I think I know where to go," he said, heading for the staircase leading upstairs.
Alder looked around somewhat bored with this, of course he really had no choice.
"Hmm... This one...", Gengar said while hovering above, "That costume's really interesting.. Wonder why a serious guy like him would have such a costume..."
Alder looked around annoyed for the other champions, they where all supposed to be here to congratulate the winner.
"...Looks like this will be complicated. The Champions tend to be the smartest, bravest people... hmm... how to separate them..."
Looking into his memories very briefly, the Gengar saw a memory that he really shouldn't utilize, but it was the only way he could think of to lure him away from his duties.
Looking into his memories very briefly, the Gengar saw a memory that he really shouldn't utilize, but it was the only way he could think of to lure him away from his duties. In the distance, a very familiar Pokémon cry was heard by Alder and Alder alone.
Alder went running towards the sound. Standing before him in a bedroom was what looked like his own Pokémon, before he died.
Gengar could kick himself. He really didn't like toying with emotions like this...
"I'm sorry...", was the only thing that was said by the ghost before the hood of Alder's costume came to life and bit down hard over Alder's head.
"What's happening?" Alder wondered.
The ghost felt bad for having to do this, but when the three ghosts did something, they did it as a group.
"...It's time for another change in your life, Champion Alder."
Slowly Alder could feel his arms and legs shifting and changing size, forcing him on all fours.
Alder looked up at the ghost with a pained expression.
His hands and feet became paws, as his face started to pull out into a leonine muzzle, similar to a Luxray's, though with some difference.
Alder was still silent as the changes happened.
Suddenly, Alder lost vision in one of his eyes as a large scar appeared over it, much like on the costume, and the tail of the costume grew attached to his body. The fire-looking fur at the tuft of the tail suddenly burst into flames.
Alder's remaining eye widened.
The fake fur on the rest of his body became real, the tattoos and scars all his now. His eyes changed color to a flaming red color, and he could vaguely see the spirit of his companion leap into his body.
"...This is the best compensation I can give you. You will live as one with your friend. The last thing you'll know before your mind changes to suit your new life."
After a moment, their mind started to change, memories of Cosmo Canyon and a long life both behind and ahead of him. And of a tribal and yet proud past.
"Where am I?" Nanaki said looking around.
The ghost had faded out from sight, so Red XIII was left wondering this. The room he was in was nice, but unfamiliar.
"Hmm... If I remember, he had a mate... I'd better go do some nondescript other guest into Denah", the ghost murmured to himself as he left the room.
Of course, when Barry had joined the party, the first thing he did was ran into someone and tell them he was going to fine them. Still, Barry was Barry and that was to be expected. He was hyper even after he had been there for a while, though.
He was the first person to notice Paul missing, and was starting to ask around.
{Hmmmmmm ... I need to take care of this little hyper human before he rouses too much suspicion. But how to do it?} He pondered. Then a delightful idea popped into his head.
Barry's costume looked like something out of comics, a Black and Purple Spandex suit and sneakers. When Barry could have learned of such a character in-between all of his antics at home and his Pokémon training was anyone's guess.
The ghost Pokemon decided to go with an illusion of Barry's favorite thing and a villain for him to chase after for good measure. The two things materializing on a table outside near the graveyard, though not too close. And just to make sure the kid would follow, he used the power of hypnosis, staring deeply into the boy's eyes and placing him deeply into a hypnotic trance. "You will go outside
... you will go outside ... you must go outside ... you want to go outside." the Sableye whispered to the suddenly rigid human.
"I will go outside... I will go outside... I must go outside... I want to go outside," Barry repeated in monotone before going to do just that.
The Sableye chuckled. That was too easy. Then he made his way outside to await the foolish and so easily duped human.
Barry stood outside, still entranced, awaiting further orders.
"Good boy. Now it's time for the next stage. You are going to change for me. You will become whatever I want you to become and you will obey my every command. Repeat my commands. What will you do?"
"I will change for you. I will become whatever you want me to become and will obey your every command. I will repeat your commands."
"Good. Now let us test that. We'll start small. Point your ears."
Barry did as instructed, grabbing his ears and making them point.
"No, no, no not like that. You point them on your own. No using your hands. Will them. Return them to their old selves and point them again."
Barry let go of them and somehow, miraculously, made his ears slowly become pointed.
"Good ... veeery good. Now I want you to shape shift. You will become a Tauros but when you have finished changing you will still understand me and will remain obedient to me."
Barry's skin and clothes became brown fur. The two parts of his hair that were poking out like horns easily transitioned into actual tauros horns, as his eyes narrowed and three bumps appeared on his head.
"TAAUUUR...", he shouted, still in an entranced tone.
"Not bad Barry, but I want a full Tauros. You forgot the tails, and you need to be on all fours. You are going to become a Tauros ... understand?"
He falls onto all fours, his hands becoming hooves as well, and his body changed shape further, "Taaaurooos...", he mooed out, still in a hypnotic trance.
"Good Barry, very good. I want you to change back to human form again, but keep the pointed ears you had before ... understand?"
The Tauros nodded before doing as he was instructed.
"Excellent. Now ... tell me Barry ... what is your favorite fanged pokemon?"
"Houndoom...", he managed to say.
"You like houndoom hmmm? Good. Now Barry, I want you to focus on Houndoom ... on those fangs, that luxurious black fur coat, the horns and skull markings, everything. Then I want you to become Houndoom ... do you understand?"
Barry stood there for a moment silently...
Barry falls on all fours as his hair had again shifted into horns, this time large devilished curved ones.
His face pulled out into a long muzzle with large, sharp fangs. Steely looking bones pulled out of his back. A Collar with a skull motif appeared around his neck. A Devil's tail appeared from behind him and swished back and forth slowly. Barry blinked and his eyes became narrower, and changed in color to Blood Red.
His Skin darkened as black fur appeared on almost all of his body. Finally, steel rings appeared around his wrists and ankles.
"Houndooooooom", he howled, getting a glance of the moon in the distance behind his master.
"Good boy. Now ... to get used to using attacks in your shifted forms. I want you to fire a shadow ball into the air, but make it a small one so that it will not be noticeable to the rest of the partygoers."
Looking up, he formed a small ball of pure darkness in his mouth and released it, shooting it up into the air.
He then looked at his master, his tail wagging, hoping for some sort of confirmation that he was being a good dog.
"Well done. You're a good boy. Here." The Sableye tossed a Pokeblock to the Houndoom. "After you've finished eating that I want you to turn human again, but you will keep the fangs ... understand? You will keep the fangs and you will keep the pointed ears. Acknowledge that you will do this."
The houndoom barked an affirmative before munching the delicious candy that was thrown to him.
Shortly thereafter, he returned to his human form, but kept a sharp fang, like his master had ordered.
"Good boy. Look at you Barry, you're turning into a regular beast boy aren't you?" The ghost Pokemon rubbed Barry's head as a show of approval. "Now Barry, I want you to become a green Pokemon. It can be any one you want, but I want you to become one that is big and very strong. Then when I tell you I want you to become something very small of the same coloration. This is to teach you to
shift without going back to human form and to also become something tiny so that you can learn to be stealthy and use your forms for other various purposes. Now ... change."
Barry again falls onto all fours, as a large red and pink plant suddenly explodes out of his back.
Large green leaves sprouted from underneath the plant as he grew in size and his skin became a green color. His body changed shape to a quadped reptilian creature and his eyes changed size again, once again becoming Red.
His face pulled out into a strange shape and his fanged teeth became even sharper, "Sauuuuuu-r!"
He grew three claws on each of his trunk-like feet.
"VenuSAUR!", he shouted.
"Eeeeexcellent. So powerful! So strong! Let me see your vine whip. Target that big tree there, but don't destroy it. I just want to see some gouges."
"SAUR!", he shouted, a long vine extending from the plant on his back and gouging the dead tree.
"Saur!", he said, asking for another treat.
"Yes, you earned it." He said, tossing two pokeblocks this time since the venasaur was so big.
Barry happily munched his two Pokéblock.
The Blossom starts shrinking back into Barry's back, and his body hardens as he shrinks down, starting to stand up on his back feet again. His face changed from a broad and somewhat scary look into an adorable babyish face. The green of his skin changed to a different tone.
Black markings appeared under his still red eyes and a red chest diamond appeared on his body. Finally, a fin appeared on his head and a strange looking tail appeared.
"LAR!", he said, cutely.
"Well done! Well done! Here's another pokéblock for you, you wonderful wonderful boy." The ghost Pokémon tossed the block to the little mon.
He happily munched it in an adorable way.
When the Larvitar was finished eating its treat, the Sableye spoke again to his hypnotized pet. "Now then Barry, I want you to listen very very carefully. You are going to change back to the human form you had before. HOWEVER ... you will keep green. Even your hair and your eyes ... all will be green. You will keep the fangs and you will keep the pointed ears. And I want you to do that right
now, understand?"
Barry transformed as instructed back into his human form, but retained the pointed ears, green skin, and fangs.
"Now Barry, I want you to stay nice and still do you understand me? You will stay still for me while I fix you up."
"Yes, Master," Barry said, monotone.
The Sableye floated over to the human, completely within his power. He grinned as her an his hands through the human's hair. As he did so, the horn like protrusions fell flat and became part of the hair as it shortened and turned a darker green on Barry's head. "Good boy Barry. Good boy. Now I am going to do something else for you. I am going to alter your memories. You will not mind this.
In fact, you want me to do so. You will enjoy it as you remember who you really are, but are still under my power. You will still have all knowledge of this world and the many creatures within, but your memories will change the way I want them to."
"Yes Master..."
"Your name is Garfield ... Garfield Logan. You have the ability to take on many forms. You have many friends and fight with the power of shapeshifting. You have been this way since your parents saved you from a terrible virus which solution gave you your powers. You fight evil wherever you can but for now are having fun at this party. You like to pull pranks and be as funny as you can while
also liking to show off and use your powers for fun and entertainment every once in a while."
"Do you understand all this?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now I'm going to put you even deeper under my hypnotic spell." The Sableye looked deeper into the boy's eyes, the jewel eyes glowing red once again with swirls spiraling around within them.
Beastboy's eyes began to swirl and he started to drool.
"Hmmmmm looks like my work is almost done." he looked at beastboy pensively and then spoke aloud. "Boogers."
Then he faded into the darkness, but not before planting a hypnotic trigger for himself to put Barry back under his control whenever he chose to. He was going to have alot of fun with that boy.
Beastboy snapped to and started to laugh, "Boogers. HAHAHAHAHA!"
After a moment, he realized that he was in a strange graveyard that he had never been to.
"Huh?"
The young man who called himself "Light" looked around. He was a bit lonely, as it seemed none of his friends had made the party after all, despite having planned to.
the Mismagius examined this persons costume closely
The Blue fur stood out very well, and the snout of the canine creature was very distinctive compared to any Pokémon's.
It had horns instead of ears, but they weren't as twisty and devilish looking as a Houndoom. Gengar had told her something about a creature from another world that looked like this... What was it's name?
Suddenly temembering what Gengar said the Mismagius smiled. Slowly in Light's vision a large fiery orange bird waddled into one of the rooms.
"N-No way... That can't be...", he said, following the creature that was not Moltres.
Inside the room was what looked like a plant of some kind grown around a large grey stone disk.
"No way... are those... the disks?"
He walked up to the stone disk, and tried to move it. It seemed to tingle in his hands as the blue fur began to attach itself Light was too giddy about the disc to even notice. His fingers throbbed as the claws attached themselves to the bone becoming real.
He dropped the disc in shock, "W-Wait a minute..."
The disk shattered against the ground as the horns dug into his head and connected to his skull as it shifted into a canine head.
He groaned out, in pain, "What- What's going on... did this... happen to the others? Did they get here too?"
His feet rearranged into digigrade paws.
Light nearly stumbled over at his new feet's positioning, but he managed to catch himself. A long fluffy husky-like tail grew out behind him.
"I-I'm turning into Tiger?"
His mind began to cloud as his memories changed.
"Wh-What am I... M-Mistress!", Light the Tiger managed to say, "Wh-What are you doing in here? I-I haven't gotten dressed yet."
"It's not like its the first time i've seen you this way" the Mismagius winked at him.
"Y-Yes... That's true..."
"And besides, I think it's proper for me to say goodbye this way."
"That's right... Today we're getting a new master, aren't we?", the Tiger said solemnly.
"Yes" the mismagius nodded.
"It has been good to be in your service, mistress," the bodyguard said with a bow.
"And it has been good to have you in my service," Mismagius said, "and Light remember to look after terra, poor girl has two left feet"
"Of course, my lady."
Lucy had just finished a nice conversation with one of the guests and looked up but frowned a little where did Brock go? She did ask him to meet her a little later so she could talk, but she smiled and moved to the punch, wearing the costume was rather warm.
She had Ninetales ears, a bundle of store bought Ninetales tails and face panted some Ninetales features, she was wearing a golden tan pants and shirt for the occasion and smiled as she moved about while avoiding the people milling around, she finally reached the punch bowl and drew her a cup, she blinked as she saw what appeared to be a bandit rush out of the back door with a bucket, how odd she thought to herself before returning to sipping her cup.
A While later, the Gengar had come back. He had just finished changing another girl into a Ninetails and was about to move on to Lucy. It just so happened that at that moment, a small Vulpix had wandered out from one of the many rooms and started to rub up against her.
Lucy blinked and looked down and smiled. "Awww." She whispered. "How cute," She got down on her knees and hands to look at the Vulpix, she slowly lifted up a paw to let the Vulpix sniff her hand.
The ghost's grin grew. Perfect.
Her regular ears started to pull into her head and the fake Ninetails ears became real and twitched a bit. She didn't notice as she was focused on the Vulpix and was cooing as she moved to pet the Vulpix's curls
however she did seem to think the room had become a bit more noisy.
Cream colored Fur started to sprout all over her body.
She blinked as she felt a little warmer but she didn't care she could get something to drink or step out onto the second story balcony later on, this Vulpix... she looked up, where was his trainer or mother? She blinked, mother?
The Vulpix nuzzled into her again, as her face pulled into a muzzle much like that of a Ninetails.
She smiled and with her new tongue gave a small friendly lick on the cubs forehead. "Where's your trainer? or your mother?" She asked him, her voice sounding different a mix of Nintales and human.
"Mama...", the Vulpix had muttered to her, as a set of Nine Tails grew out from behind her.
Her fake set falling off and her shirt starting to strain from the changes, as well as her pants.
"Aww... you called me mama" She cooed as she felt stiff as if she had been in a very bad poster.
The little Vulpix jumped out of her arms and stood before her. Suddenly, she felt her own weight shift and as her body changed from a bipedal to a quadpedal form.
She yipped and promptly began to stretch out the kinks. "One moment, Momma needs to stretch dear."
She looked around suddenly and tucked her tails close to her, too many humans, why did she come to this party anyway?
As her hands and feet finally changed into paws, little Brock looked out as he saw his close friend, the other Vulpix, "Can I go play with her, mama?"
"As long as you don't let any nasty trainers catch you, I am going outside so I don't get under human paws, I rather not ruin anyone's night tonight." She whispered to him as she headed towards an open door and where she could enjoy the night air.
"Bye Mama!", Brock said cheerfully.
"Bye Brock, be safe, or I will have to use my powers and I rather not tonight."
The Sableye couldn't help but snicker at the human's costume. It was one of the most kiddish costumes he had ever seen. And the horns on the head were ridiculous. He clearly needed to get a makeover. The question was where to do it.
Gary moved slowly towards the door, no mansion was worth getting seen in this suit.
{Huh, what da'ya know, the kid actually doesn't need any encouragement. Guess he can't stand these kinds of costumes.}
Gary moved out the door as silently as possible.
{Time to have some fun} The ghost grinned maliciously as he warped away from the room and out to the front yard.
Gary moved slowly across the yard. a little wary of the stone figures all around
As Garry made his way deeper into the darkness, a creepy laughter could be heard emanating from all around.
"Where is that coming from?"
"Nothing a big strong dino like you has to worry about." Came the voice once again. The red eyes were following Garry as he paced around, causing the clearing to light up.
"Uh what are you talking about?" Gary said confused
"That is what you are isn't it? A horned giant lizard? Sounds like a dino to me. Prehistoric." The voice said chuckling.
Gary cursed himself for not bringing Umbreon.
"Oh don't worry about it, I'm gonna' make you stronger anyways. You'll be perfectly happy by the end of this. And you won't have to worry about being second to the boy you call Ash anymore."
Gary started running
"You won't get away that way you know." Even as the voice spoke, the walk seemed to stretch beyond him eternally showing the gargoyles lining the sides of the walk and the house itself. No matter how far he went, he could never get anywhere. "Face us, human. Show some dominance for once ... or have you grown too soft doing your little 'field research.'" The Sableye asked as it materialized, a sickly purple aura surrounding him as the red from the eyes of the gargoyles suddenly shot beams from their eyes that hit the human where he stood, causing him to shudder as energy started to pour into his body.
"What's happening?" Gary shouted as the energy poured in
"I'm going to make you look cool instead of this pathetic looking costume you're wearing."
Gary just stared on in horror
"Oh come on! You're such a sissy! No wonder Ketchum beat you. Tough up already!" Even as he spoke it, Garry's skin started to grow textured and darken as it turned blue like the costume he was wearing.
Gary stared down at his hands horrified
"Look, kid I can see you need to have your personality rewritten if you're gonna' freak out over something that small. You're a Dino, ya understand? Big, strong, powerful. You're not scared of anything ... got that?" Garry's body suddenly surged with the power as the energy rushed through him, causing his teeth to sharpen as the horns merged with his head and started to grow larger.
Gary was growling without realizing it
"Oh please. I'm supposed to be scared of that? You haven't even begun to change. I mean come on, you're trembling and i haven't even done anything to hurt you yet! Weeeeaaaak!" A red aura surrounded the tail of the costume and it suddenly was real, shifting and moving and lashing around. The new sensations flooding Garry's brain.
Gary let out a quite roar.
"I still don't see you doing anything. Then again, you can't can you? I'm not through with you yet. And you're too weak to resist me. Puny kid." The red beams continued their work as the scales climbed further, the suit becoming like a second skin. Garry's nails started to change, sharpening and lengthening, forming powerful claws.
Gary's eye's glared hatefully at the Sableye.
"Don't look at me like that wimp. You're still too small. Not to mention your body isn't the right proportion. Those legs are ridiculous! And where's the maw? Come on, kid, make it convincing here! And get some real muscle and bulk while you're at it!"
This time Gary let out a loud feral roar.
The roar startled some Zubat in the attic of the mansion and started a few night creatures, as well as making one man working alone jump a little.
Garry's body literally exploded into growth as the power surged through him. Soon he was Six Feet, then Ten, now he could reach above the second story. Still he was growing. His face pushed out into a powerful maw filled to the brim with sharp teeth. His head was filled with all kinds of conflicting thoughts as the euphoria kicked in from the sheer power his body now contained. His tail was several feet long and could easily do some major damage. The power ... the sheer power. Garry was lost in it.
Gary roared again this time many more flying Pokémon took flight. his tail swiped crushing gargoyles to powder.
"That's it kid. You're huge now. And you're a dino; you've always been a dino. You don't remember anything about being human do you? No ... you've always been this way ever since you hatched. But this size is a little too noticeable to those puny humans now isn't it? You need to take another form when you're not battling; something smaller, cuter. Something they would never suspect of being the powerhouse you are.
Gary snapped at the Sableye
"Hey! I'm just trying to help ya', you know. Chill out and relax. Besides, you want to have some humans to help take care of you right? It's a lot easier than living in the wild. Plus you can go off in the wild and have fun in your bigger form whenever ya want. You should be thanking me for keeping you from being such a sissy. Oh, and don't even try it. I'm already dead. Come on now, time to get cute. Trust me, it'll be a lot easier that way." And despite the dino's protests, he started to shrink once again, but this time he didn't stay human sized and he didn't revert. He just became smaller as his body shrunk, his eyes growing larger on his head as the horns became small and cute. A few cards and a strange looking device appeared next to the mini dino as he finished shrinking. "Well little guy, what should we call you? You got a name?" The Sableye asked the now more chibi creature.
The creature that had been Gary stared at the Sableye Inquisitively.
"Well then, I'll just call ya Ace. You'd better see if you can't find yourself some company little guy. I'd hate to think of what'd happen with you all alone. And don't forget to take these with you!" The strange device and cards floated in front of the little dino.
Ace looked at his tiny arms and back at the ghost his brow raised a bit.
"Carry em in your maw. It's not like you can damage 'em. Go on, the cards'll help ya' find a partner."
The dinosaur did so before turning to leave.
"Enjoy the party." Was the ghost's parting commentary as it faded out of sight to check on the other two ghosts.
Sparky and Ritchie had finished catching up with Ash and had begun to wander around the party, "The Party's a hit, isn't it, Sparky?"
The Mismagius quietly studied Ritchie's costume
"Chuuuuu!" Sparky agreed cheerfully to his trainer.
She wasn't sure what to make of it, examining the blue ear then the red ear.
Ritchie was dressed up half as a Plusle and Half as a Minun. He had thought it was a good idea, at least. His Pokémon... not so much. Getting the tail to look half-and-half was the hardest part
Sparky was feeling very smart in his new uniform. A cute little chauffeur getup with the hat and a cute little vest to wear on his front legs. Though Sparky was curious where Ash's Pikachu had disappeared to. He wanted to catch up and hear about what adventures he had been through since they last met.
Sparky and Ritchie heard a startled shout come from a room as a column of smoke pooled out the door. "listen is that a twerp I hear?" "It's singing to me loud and clear"
Sparky's fur bristled at the three annoying voices he would never forget, sparks were playing across his cheeks but so far he had been able to keep them from traveling to his costume and ruining it.
"...Hey...", Ritchie said, glaring, "...Come on, Sparky. Let's get them."
"Chu!" Sparky said in the affirmative as he leapt to his trainer's shoulders.
As they entered the room the door vanished behind them. The illusion dispersing quickly after.
"Wh-What the-?", Ritchie stammered.
"Pika PIKAA!" The Pikachu cried in surprise as the illusion disappeared. His ears were twitching left and right, searching for any sign of where the idiotic trio went.
Mismagius descended from the roof gracefully.
The Pikachu saw the Mismagius first, and bristled with electric power. "Piiiika PIKAAA! Pikachuuu!" The Pokémon made his demands of the Mismagius.
"What is it, Sparky?", Ritchie asked, not yet noticing the Mismagius.
"Welcome to my abode" she said. "I'm sorry but you aren't properly dressed for the occasion."
RItchie looked up at the voice, "Wh-What do you mean?"
In answer she touched his fur as it began to fuse with his skin. "your shape is all wrong"
"CHUUUUUUUU!" The Pikachu sent out a thunderbolt at the Mismagius for touching his trainer since he thought she was doing something to hurt his best friend.
Her eye's glowed as a safeguard appeared around her. The electricity harmlessly glancing off. a tendril touched Ritchie's face causing it to grow out into a muzzle.
Ritchie moaned out in a bit of pain as his face pulled out, "Unnngh... What are you doing...?"
"Piikaaa!" The chu looked on his friend and nuzzled him in apology for hitting him with his electricity accidentally.
"Fixing your form" she said, Ritchie started to look a bit strange as the Plusle side began to bulk up well the Minun side was begging to slim down. Behind him as the tail attached itself to his body the end began to split. leaving a plus and a minus.
"S-Sparky... I- I feel like I'm being torn apart...", Ritchie managed to say.
Even as the changes progressed the red half began pulling away from the blue half. the blue half becoming curvy. chest swelling as slowly a anthro-Plusle was forced away from the now anthro-Minun.
As the changes progressed, Ritchie's moans of pains started to change into screams... plural because two voices were now coming out of him, one masculine and older and one feminine (but also older)
"Piiiikaaaaa!" The Pokémon jumped down, not knowing what to do. His friend was being torn apart.
The Plusle side becoming large and broad-chested. His jaw seemed to lengthen and his brow got bigger as his eye brows thickened. as his clothing was torn in half it fell away revealing the Plusle morph as though he where an ancient statue. The Minun also possessed a statue form, though smaller and lithe with a curvy body and a decently sized chest. Her tail moved gracefully behind her.
The Pikachu looked at the two, not certain what was happening. "Pikaa?" The chu asked, wondering which was his friend now ... it was so confusing. Sparky's costume was still smoking with many holes in it from when he used his electric attack earlier.
As the Mismagius began to start gently rearranging their memories there torn clothing seemed to melt before crawling up there body's. Forming white clothing that was comfortable yet covering and meant for work in a kitchen.
"Piiiikapi." The pokémon pawed at the legs of both anthros. Tears forming in his eyes.
Mismagius smiled at yin and yang. As a last minute thought a blue yang symbol formed on the back of the Plusles neck. A pink yin symbol likewise forming on the Minun's
They had a hypnotized look in their eyes, as their memories started to rewrite themselves.
Mismagius turned to Sparky as the twins slowly began to recover. Lightly she let a tendril caress his back. causing him to rapidly begin to grow. Hind paws became foot like well forepaws became muck like human hands as his body distorted to a more human shape. His muzzle shortening slightly to allow for more expression as he grew to around the height of the Plusle. His uniform repairing itself and gaining a set of pants. His hat growing to fit his head.
"Pi-are chu do-aaaaa chu me!" Sparky asked as he began to change.
She rubbed his head as new memories began to re-write the old ones.
"Hey! Wati ... you ... I ... uhhhhh ..."
She smiled as she generously wrote in his long and happy relationship with yin.
As she continued to caress, he remembered working here as a servant in the mansion. He was a chauffeur. His job was to drive and help his master or mistress. He was a servant of the house ... and Yin ... ohhhhh that gorgeous Yin. He grinned as the memories of his relationship to her and her twin brother flooded his mind. When the last of the rewrite was finished he popped out of the trance and looked around. Upon seeing the Mismagius he quickly snapped to attention. "Is there anything I could do for you Madam?"
"Hello my dears" she smiled at them. "i just came to say goodbye to you"
Yang nodded, "We understand, mistress... Though I can't say that I'll be sorry to see Master Sableye leave."
"Must you go Madam?" Sparky asked. The Mismagius was very kind to him and he didn't want to see her leave.
She looked at Yin and Sparky with a tear in her eye. "I thought I would be around to see your wedding day. The house well no longer belong to us my dear. It is time that we leave"
"Couldn't you share it with the new owners Ma'am?" Yin asked with worry.
"I'm sorry but it is the rules, Sparky I remember when your father first brought you to the house to learn his trade. The little muddy scamp who ran in through afternoon tea" she leaned down and kissed his forehead.
Sparky was crying again as she leaned down to kiss him. It wasn't fair. He loved his mistress dearly. She was some of the only family he had left to him.
She turned to yin and yang. "I still remember when you two appeared on our doorstep after your parents passed away. your grandmother was a fine cook and a great friend. i promised her I'd look after you, now look at you." she turned to yin. "You've grown into a beautiful young lady, and you never failed to amaze me how you could change my tea" she kissed the Minun.
"Thank you, Mistress," Yin said.
"And big strong dependable yang, the dainties you always seemed to invent where always a joy to try" she said kissing the plusle. "Promise me you three well serve your new masters with every ounce of loyalty you did me" she said.
"Of course, Mistress," The twins said in unison, as they often did when spoken to simultaneously.
Sparky nodded his head, not trusting himself to speak.
"I love you all as though you where my own children. Take care of each other" she hugged the three of them. "Now I have much to do before the morning. Goodbye" she said slowly floating away.
"Goodbye ... mistress." Sparky said before walking over to Yin and wrapping his arms around her from behind.
Norman was not a happy Gym Leader. What was Caroline thinking, stuffing me into this? he thought miserably as he hid under the punch table, hoping nobody noticed him.
His wife, in her endless quest to humiliate him, had managed to find him the most adorable and absolutely embarrassing Halloween costume imaginable, one even more so than the one she'd forced Max to wear.
{Hmm... The boy really idolized his father... it'd be a shame to separate them just because of that... Ah... that costume he's wearing... that gives me an idea}, the Gengar, still invisible to prying eyes, murmured to himself.
It was some cutesy character from one of those Anime his kids paid attention to but Norman never thought much of (at least, not when anybody was looking),
His only hope of getting out of this horrible party without losing face was if he could somehow sneak out without any of his peers noticing what he was wearing. Because if they saw him as he was now, they would mock him for it until the end of time. And beyond. And a bit after that, too.
Everyone else seemed preoccupied at the moment. They were apparently distracted by some commotion caused by some people who had dressed up as servants or something.
{Wow... the others are on top of their game to help set this up for me...}, Gengar noted.
Norman peeked out from under the tablecloth, hearing there was some kind of a disturbance. (Now's my chance!) he thought eagerly, pulling back under the table. He pressed his back and hands to the underside of the table, lifted with his legs, not his back, and started creeping towards the exit, carrying the table with him for cover.
He bumped into a few pillars and stepped on a lot of toes, and splashed punch all over the place, but since it was a Halloween party most people figured the table was just 'haunted' and left it at that.
The ghost made an unnoticed change to Norman, that prevented the costume from being removed - Norman would be in a great surprise when he made it outside.
He thought for a moment he'd run into a wall when he reached the exit, only to realize the door was too narrow for his table to fit under. Figuring this was as good a place as any to ditch it (and hoping he wasn't creating a fire hazard) he slipped out from under the table. Then he crawled back under the table and went out the other end, because he'd accidentally gone the wrong way and nearly gotten spotted.
A few minutes later, a number of narrow escapes, and a couple of sequences where he had to sneak past servers using a cardboard box, Norman finally made it outside. He sighed in relief, breathing in the cool night air, and reached for his zipper to remove his terrible, awful, horrible costume.
And then he found it wouldn't budge. He frowned and tugged on it harder. And harder. And harder still. It didn't work. Oh great, the darn thing's broken. Now what?
The world seemed to grow around Norman, as if he was getting smaller. In fact, that was exactly what was happening to him.
"Huh ... guess someone spiked the punch." Norman said as he brought his hand to his head to steady his sense of sudden vertigo.
Then he had realized that his head itself had changed size in proportion to the rest of his body. His hand then started to sink into his head, as if his head was that of a plush
"Wh-what the-?" Norman said as he quickly removed the pressure form his head.
Norman's hands and feet soon became ill defined. They were still obviously hands and feet, but, they looked a bit blobby.
"My hands ... what's happening?" Norman said as he raised them to his eyes.
Suddenly, the ears of his costume felt... filled. He could hear perfectly through the ears, hearing the party still going on from the inside. Suddenly, the tips balled up into fists- they could be moved like a new pair of arms and hands.
One of Norman's ears moved upwards to hear the party better, while the other moved around to his front side where it touched his little hands. "What the HELL?" He shouted.
"Heh heh... You should thank me," a Voice said from behind him.
Norman whirled around, his new ears being straightened out by the centrifugal force in his turn. It was a little clumsy since he wasn't used to having mainsails for ears, but he still bore his teeth in the direction he heard the voice.
The Gengar faded into existence, standing right up to him, his arms crossed.
"Whoa! GIANT GENGAR! I gotta' catch it!" Norman made a move to reach for one of the spare Pokeballs he always carried with him.
"...I'm not giant. You're just smaller."
Norman wasn't really listening as he kept looking with his massive ears for the Pokéball in question. "...know it's around here somewhere ..."
"Looking for these?", the Ghost said, holding onto his Pokéballs.
"HEY!" The little Norman responded as he felt around where he once had his belt. Now he felt only ... a cape? When did he get a cape?
"Surprised? I felt like I should give you some sense of your identity... Anyway, you should be thanking me. If my friends had it their way, you and your son would be separated, never to see each other again - and never to know that you had lost each other)
"My son? What did you do to him? Where is he?" Norman was angry now, and the throbbing red vein on his head was clear evidence of it.
"He has become an intergalactic Hero. Though at the moment, he's enjoying some downtime at the party. But one day, he will have to head back to the stars. I had decided to allow you to join him," the ghost had said.
"You really expect me to believe that?"
"Look at what I just did to you." The ghost said, calmly and reasonably
"I want to see him." Norman demanded of the ghost. Which is understandable. Despite how tough he may seem on the outside, he loved his son just as much as any father should if not more so.
The final addition to his ensemble was added, a large ring around his left ear.
"Hmm... You think you'd recognize him?", the ghost asked.
"Well, I should think I'd recognize my own son. His mom made him look absolutely ridiculous in that getup. I mean come on! Those ears are nothing like his real ones ... the stripes and fur coloration, his gloves, that long tail ... And his ... hair? No ... not hair; fur! Yeah ... He's a great friend and one of the best inventors I've ever seen. He's smart and strong and you'd better not piss him off or he'll come after you with his wrench." Norman was grinning now as he "remembered" about Max the Lombax. "We've been through a lot of scrapes, but that hunkajunk robot always could get us out again."
The Ghost nodded, a wide grin on his face, "That's good. Now Norman, he's in there. Act natural - as if your someone in a costume, rather than your living plush self. He'll play along, I'm sure."
"Hey, you're looking at a pro." Norman said, grinning a cocky grin before reaching up with his large ear and turning the knob of the door. "Hey ... thanks for the tip, bub."
"You're welcome, Norman."
"So everyone is inside?" Cassidy asked Butch. The pair where just outside the mansion waiting to strike.
"Yeah, according to the boss," Butch said.
A ghostly voice spoke thick with venom and hatred at seeing the two Rocket members. "Hello cassidy, hello Botch." Sableye materialized, his eyes flaming ... literally.
"Th-That's BUTCH!", Butch screamed.
"Shut up." The Sableye said before waving his hand and smashing the blabbermouth to the ground before levitating him and materializing a purple gaseous gag around his mouth. "Much better. Now ... you wanna piece of me too girlie?" The ghost didn't know why, but seeing humans in those uniforms REALLY pissed him off. Still, he recalled his promise to Agatha and was careful not to harm them too much.
"back off" Cassidy yelled.
"Or else WHAT?" the Sableye roared back at her. His teeth seemed to flash in the night and ... were they growing?
Cassidy couldn't answer.
"That's what I thought. This guy up there has more guts than you do. And you're both cowards! You two deserve each other." Suddenly the Sableye stopped. He was struck by an idea ... a terribly, wonderfully, awful idea. He grinned wickedly as he lowered Butch back to the ground, undoing the gag with a snap of his ghostly fingers. Then he slammed the two Rockets into each other and placed them on the ground together, their arms touching each other side by side.
Try as he might, Butch was unable to move in a direction away from Cassidy.
"Oh, this is only step one, kiddies. Soon you'll really have something to squack-errrr scream about." The Sableye said, chuckling darkly as a sickeningly dark purple and black glow surrounded the couple of rockets and their uniforms. There was the sound of straining leather as large bulges appeared on Cassie's right boot and Butch's left. The two were shifting uncomfortably and were constantly knocking each others' heads as they shuffled in a very uncomfortable manner.
Butch shouted a muffled ow at this.
Cassidy screamed as she tried to get away"
All that did was cause the two to fall and tangle all over each other, which worked to the ghost Pokemon's advantage since it caused the two to merge even further, their inner legs that were unchanged were sucked into their bodies as large, scaled, three-toed and clawed bird feet burst from the boots as their bodies began to merge and their masses to shift, their necks beginning to grow thinner and extend.
Managing to get the gag off of his mouth, Butch shouted, "What are you doing to us!"
The Sableye grinned viciously at Butch. "I'm making you into what you always try to steal and would even kill others for. You're going to be a Pokémon for the rest of your days. And even worse, you two are going to share that body, little Doduo."
Cassidy screamed loudly.
"Scream all you want birdbrain; no one can hear you. Oh, by the way Botch old boy, you should be pleased to know that you'll be the dominant part of your new body." The ghost continued as relentlessly, their bodies continued to merge, feathers beginning to grow over them as their clothes ripped and shredded apart.
"W-Wh-Doo-Duo! DODUO!" The head that was once Butch screamed out
"That's a good boy. Now for your partner to follow after you." The clothing was all but gone now as the heads grew out more and more. Lips pushed out into beaks as the pupils in their eyes began to swell and drive out the color, leaving black, beady avian eyes.
"Doduo!" Cassidy said wildly
"Hmmmmmm ... best not have you trying to alert anyone about something being wrong." The ghost said to himself. "Alright, listen up you two! I have one more thing for you before I let you go." He floated before the two heads. "Look into my eyes ... NOW!" His eyes glowed and pulsed red as he looked into the two sets of eyes.
Both heads did as instructed.
"You are a Doduo ... you have always been a Doduo. You were never human. You are a wild Pokémon. You have wandered too far from the woods. When I snap my fingers, you will awake as a complete 'mon with no memory of ever having been human. You will return to the wild and live in it as if you always had. And as a bonus, I give you the power to defend yourself in emergencies. You can transform a foe into one of your kind temporarily so that you may escape. Understand?"
Both Doduo heads nodded dumbly.
"Good." the ghost snapped his fingers. "Now wake up."
"DO?" head 1 asked as it woke up. It looked around, and noticed head two was still asleep. It pecked head 2 irritatedly.
"Duo" the second head said irratatedly
The two heads bickered for a bit before wandering off into the forest, away from the estate.
"I swear, the next one of those group members I see is going RIGHT to the spirit world!" The ghost fumed as he faded from sight.
Cynthia stood aside from the dancing and revelry holding a glass filled with punch and talking with an old acquaintance. Drake was a specialist on draconic lore and she loved to learn as much as she could, giving what pieces of history she had learned as well to add to his own knowledge base.
Drake was wearing a purple dragon costume. He dodged the question when asked about the peculiar color choice.
The costume Cynthia wore was similar to her Garchomp's coloration. However, the costume had clawed and scaled hands rather than wings. And the wings were protruding from the back of her suit. Two horns protruded from the upper portions of her costume's head and smiled good naturedly at her friend when he dodged her question about his choice for his costume. They even both had a laugh about how similar the costumes were in make.
The Mismagius looked at the two closely considering what to do. She smiled as a older looking door opened in front of the two. It had curved stone steps and when they looked a red orange flash appeared on the wall.
"How odd. I don't remember that being there when we were setting up for the party." Cynthia said as she rubbed her chin.
Drake nodded, "This is indeed strange. Shall we investigate?"
"We might as well. I don't think that we'll be missed too much as long as we're quick."
Drake nodded as he lead the way and opened the door.
"Ladies first?" Cynthia asked jokingly as Drake motioned towards the stairs.
"Of course," Drake said.
"Why thank you my good sir." She bowed fluidly with a fluid grace before she cautiously began to make her way down the stairs.
The lower they went the more it seemed like a dungeon then a mansion.
"I- don't remember them saying the Mansion was this deep."
"Neither do I. Do you think this is one of those odd events that occur? Perhaps something to do with a legendary?"
Finally they came to a massive room. the room was full of a miniature sea of gold and jewels. shining brightly from some incandescent light source.
"Well, I certainly don't know of any legendaries who horde treasure," Drake said.
"Oh my! It's beautiful! Just think of how much this can contribute to history. Some of these must be hundreds of years old." She said as she took one of the gems and held it up to the light.
Slowly the scales on her costume began to change from black to dark purple with pink in front.
"All the towns and the people who could also benefit from this money."
"The Pokémon centers could always use more money." She said thoughtfully as she took a fake clawed hand to her chin.
Another set of horns grew out of her jaw bones they where shorter then the ones on her head.
Drake picked up the gold to examine it. Having been a captain for a long while, he had been paid various ways, and thus could tell if gold was real or not.
The underbelly of drakes costume turned gold as the outer part turned light purple
"Hmmmmm ... how strange ... it looks as if these crystals are growing from the floor itself, but how's that possible?" She ran a hand along the pulsing surface.
He bit the gold a bit, "It's real alright... How could they have missed this?"
"Who knows? There must be a reason though."
Light purple markings seemed to paint themselves across the mask of her costume then they started to glow. The tail tip and wing hands turned into silver blades. While drakes tail tip became a golden spear like head. The head of the costume gained a golden blade of backwards facing spikes. The wings of drakes costume turned pure gold. the membranes seemed almost too fine.
"Oh my! Captain ..."
Cynthia was cut off as her head began to merge with her mask.
"Yes, Cynthia?", he asked, not looking at her.
Cynthia brought her hands up to feel her head, her sight temporarily cut off by the merging that was occurring.
As Cynthia couldn't talk she couldn't mention as the years melted away from drake well his body began to merge with the suit. Cynthia's own body began to merge with her suit. a few minutes later she fell forward as she could not longer walk two legged. drake seemed to have yet to reach this stage.
"Ahh... I... Cy-Cyn-Cynder?", Drake managed to say in his new voice. Drake knew that wasn't her name... but he couldn't think of her name... why? Why? And what were these feelings he was getting?
Drake finally fell forward as his head began to merge with the costume, Cynders transformation finished.
"D-dr-Spyro ...?" Cynthia shook her head, confused at the alien thoughts going through her head. What was happening? Did the crystal have something to do with this?
"Nnnghhh... Cy-Cyn-Cynder? What's happening to us?"
"I ... I don't know ... The crystals must have something to do with it ... but ... I don't know how ..." Cynder shook her head. She went by another name at some point ... she knew she did, but she couldn't remember it now. And when she looked over at Spryo ... she couldn't help but feel strange around him as a mixture of emotions rose in her breast.
The two of them gradually grew in size. Eventually becoming fully grown dragons. the gold seemed to no longer be valuable for any monetary means, but more comforting like a mattress
"I-... Cynder... what do you last remember?", Spyro said, confused.
"Nnnnhhhhh Spyro ... I feel so tired ..." Cynder said all of a sudden. The pulsing aura of the crystals felt comforting now rather than frightening. And she felt more at home in this little cave. "We ... we were ... looking for something ... exploring weren't we? I ... I don't remember."
"Well, Cynder, if you feel tired, we'll just rest here. Nothing else matters now to me. Just you."
"Oh, Spyro ... I love you." Cynder nuzzled the purple dragon as she laid down on the gold, the pulsing crystals very comforting now. "And I'm sure our new baby will too." She said smiling as she dropped the bomb on her mate.
"Yeah, I love you to- wait, what! Baby!" Spyro managed to say, as we change scenes.
Lance smiled as he walked around the party smiling at people. girls swooning, guys staring eviously. gym leaders not daring to make contact, other elites staring enviously. it was good to be loved.
{Hmmph. The Rockets vanish from Kanto and Johto for a while and he gets a big head...}, Gengar said, upset, {How about a personality adjustment...?}
The Ghost conjured an illusion of a member of Team Galactic, that only Lance could see.
"Come in Jenny this is Lance" he mumbled into his hidden radio.
The ghost created some interference, making it so no radio signals could leave the area.
Lance sighed before heading over himself.
The member vanished into a room.
Lance followed with a hand on his Pokebelt.
Oddly, when he entered the room, it was a bathroom, with no way out... and there was no Team Galactic agent. Had he imagined it?
Lance looked around cautiously.
Suddenly, the door behind him locked audibly.
"Wha?" Lance said turning around
"You know," a voice echoed, "Normally, I'd feel a bit guilty about this... but you seem to be getting a big head."
"Who's there?" Lance gripped his Pokeball close.
"I'm not a fool. If I revealed myself, you'd just throw that ball. That's an interesting costume, by the way... I love how your blonde hair flows out of the pilot's cap like that." As he narrated to the Elite, his body altered to match what he was saying.
"Cowardly ghost" Lance said
"Think what you want... By the way, that's an expensive Collar around your neck. Solid gold?"
"What are you..." Lance trailed off as he noticed the new collar.
"Your white fur looks nice and warm. Must be handy when you're flying so high in the atmosphere," the ghost said.
"Stop it" Lance said through his teeth
The ghost laughed, "Why? I'm just complementing you on your appearance. And those gems in your gloves look really expensive as well. I like how your ears poke out of little slits in your pilot's helmet."
"Dragonite…" Lance called as he threw a Pokeball
The ghost suddenly levitated the Pokéball, "Nuh-uh... Look at how large you are... do you really think that this room will be comfortable with the two of you in it? Both of your heads would hit the ceiling! And your wingspan is over twice his's size!" Lance's wings, once a costume, twitched. "And Lance, you should move away from the door. Your large and powerful tail CAN'T be comfortable scrunched up like that."
Lance growled finding himself forced away from the door.
"You know, for a dragon, you have a long neck. And a small head. No no, it's not a bad thing. I'm just saying it's amazing that you're so intelligent and agile with your upper body looking like that," The Gengar said, still holding Dragonite's Pokéball. "And I find it amazing that you can fly so majestically with your wings pierced like that," The Gengar said as he finally faded into view. "Shiron?", the ghost asked, seeing if Lance's mind was ready yet.
The dragon looked at the Gengar confused.
"Hmm... You know... Now that I look at you... You're awfully fat for a legendary wind dragon, aren't you?" the Gengar questioned.
The dragons head lowered as it blushed and tried to hide, a task not possible currently
"I'm sorry. Come on, let's get you and this Dragonite out of here. I'm sure the two of you could use some fresh air. Fly around in the sky above the mansion until your Saga shows up," Gengar said. The ghost placed a hand on Shiron's arm.
Shiron nodded slowly.
"Just act natural as you head through the front, the humans won't notice anything if you don't make yourself stand out. Just give it a bit. I know exactly who your Saga is."
Shiron nodded.
The ghost opened the door, allowing Shiron room to leave. At the same time, his hands started to glow, creating a strange device in one hand, and a crystal with an image of Shiron in the other. A Package appeared and he placed both objects inside, "He'll find these when it's time." And with that, the package was whisked away. He then followed Shiren out into the front yard of the Mansion.
Shiron flew into the air and lazily flew around
The ghost released Dragonite, who joined his former master in the skies. WIth that, he disintergrated the Pokéball, it no longer having a purpose in existing, "Well, that was fun..."
"Still don't know what I'm doing here...don't need a new place like this that badly." Frank muttered to himself as he stepped inside of the old manor. There'd been news of a costume contest with the grand prize being the place itself, and he'd come prepared with an interesting werewolf costume. It resembled Jon Talbain from an old game he'd been fond of, only dark red where it should've been blue. Perhaps it was because he liked the color better, but it seemed to just work better for him.
The Sableye looked down on the human with the werewolf costume. It was very interesting to say the least. He hadn't seen a classic like that in a long time. The ghost found he liked this kid. {Meh, what the heck, he'll probably enjoy being a wolf anyways and being human is overrated.} With that, the Sableye boldly blinked into existence in front of the human in question. "Hey there, wolf man how's it hangin'?"
"Uh...fine, I guess? I'm just here for the contest, though I'm guessing that much is obvious from the get-up I've got on. You know where the contestants are supposed to go?" He didn't bat an eye at the talking ghost-type - they were supposed to be able to talk if they paid enough attention to humans and the like, so for all he knew, it was just a trainer's Pokemon that had gotten curious.
{Perfect.} The ghost thought devilishly. "Yeah, right this way." The ghost floated away towards a side door and passed through it.
"Hey, wait up, man! I can't really move too fast in this thing." Frank grumbled and began to follow the ghost, not really suspecting anything was amiss. Ghosts were a little flighty at times - though when one was dead, he supposed there wasn't much to worry about missing.
The Sableye popped out of the door again. "You coming or not?" Naturally, he made it so that their conversation was filtered from the consciousness of the other partygoers so that the two could be alone.
"Hold your horses! I told you I couldn't move that quick in this thing." The door was opened in a moment or two more and Frank entered the room, looking around. Seemed he wasn't the only one there, but when a prize like this was up for grabs, a crowd was to be expected.
A few moments later the door was sealed and covered with the amplified power of the ghost Pokemon. That was immediately followed by the crowd in the room fading away. "Sorry about that, but if you want to win, you're going to need my help. I know how you humans don't tend to trust ghosts like me so I kinda' had to trick ya' in order to get ya' alone."
"I still kinda' don't trust you, but it's not like I've got anything to lose by trying. What exactly can you do that'll help me win this thing?"
"Just watch and be amazed." The ghost said, grinning as a purple aura surrounded the human in the costume. As Frank stood there, he shivered a little at the tingling sensation while the fur began to merge with his body. The mask was feeling weird as well and when he moved his jaw, the mask moved with it.
"What the...heck are you doing to me?" Sure enough, the mask was feeling wierd, especially when he tried speaking - the muzzle seemed to be moving more and more every second when he tried to speak into it. And the odd aura wasn't helping any.
"Making ya' fit the part. You'll thank me by the end of it don't worry." Next the ears began to twitch on the costume as the larger paws began to clench and move freely. There was a slight cracking sound as the human's feet switched to a digitrade and the special supports used on the costume were no longer necessary. Everything was becoming real. Even the tail was starting to move, albeit tucking between the former human's legs rather than wagging in happiness.
"Gnghgrrrr...why, though..." The costume seemed to be becoming real...it sure FELT real as he patted his right arm, feeling the fur underneath it. He didn't know what was going on or why it was happening to him, but it certainly wasn't something Frank had expected at all.
"Oooooh, here comes my favorite part!" Up until now, the ghost had focused on making the suit merge with the body. Now it was time to make this human really fit the part. With a rush of energy and sheer primal power, the muscles on the former human went through a major growth spurt, the body once lean and at about five and a half to six feet shot up to about seven and a half while the arms swelled to look as if the wolf had been in the gym his whole life. His legs swelled with him, the calves growing large, perfect for effortless running on two feet, or on all fours. Last but not least, the false eyes of the mask merged with the human's shining out a feral blue and glowing in the darker room. It was truly a fearsome yet magnificent sight to behold. Suddenly, a large window appeared in the wall revealing the starry sky. A single cloud drifted by and as it passed, the full moon in all its glory was revealed, shining into the room with its gentle yet powerful rays and bathing it with an intense, yet soft white light.
"Hngnghhraahha...rghaaaah...ARROROOOOOOOOOOOO!" Frank couldn't hold back a howl as the rush of instincts and sensations flooded his body as the costume became less fiction and more reality, re-making him into a rather impressively built werewolf.
"See? What'd I tell ya'? You make one awesome looking werewolf. You'd be a dead ringer for Jon if it weren't for the whole red. You could be his brother though."
"Yeah, but why did you do this? I mean, I'll probably win looking like this, but it's not like I could leave the house either way. People tend not to like werewolves too much."
"Oh don't worry, they won't bat an eyelash. Besides, this is my place. You just have fun. Nobody'll try to hurt you as long as you're under my protection. I'll even help you to find your brother afterwards. You did say you were looking for him weren't you? Big werewolf, blue fur?"
"Hmm...Yeah...I was looking for him. Why, you seen Jon around here someplace? And thanks for letting me crash here."
"Yeah, I met him a couple of Halloweens ago. I'm sure I can help ya find him after the party's over. And like I said, it's no problem. My friends and I always enjoy having fun on Halloween, and we never say no to guests in need. Why don't you go on out there and have some fun? You deserve a good rest after all you've been through. I'm sure you'll meet a lot of people who admire you. Go on, I'll be right behind you after I attend to a few more guests."
"Uh...thanks. Just hope the guy's still around, you know? I never really knew him as much of a mooch, you know? Probably is helping out somehow around here someplace. But thanks for the tip...I could use a nice party after all the traveling I've been doing today."
With that, the door opened once more and the werewolf made his way out into the party to relax and have a little fun.
Dawn blinked and looked around. "Oh come on, where did Piplup go?" She sighed. "Most likely looking for Ash or Pikachu." She readjusted her costume and began to hunt for her missing Pokemon.
The Mismagius smiled admiring the costume. smiling she made the visage of a Piplup stumbling into a room.
"Piplup." She called out and raced after the missing Piplup a look of annoyance on her face.
When she entered the room the large door closed locking behind her.
"Piplup?" She startled and looked behind her in fear.
The Piplup faded as the Mismagius entered the room. "Hello my dear" she said
"Eeeep" She squeaked as she moved back in fear. "Uh, h..h... hello." she tried to smile.
"Beautiful costume" she said
She gulped a little. "Th... Thank you."
"What are you my dear?"
"Uh... well," She shuffled her feet a little embarrassed and muttered the answer.
"It is only us here" the Mismagius assured.
"A, a..." she muttered it out again but this time she could catch it.
"Your almost there"
She took a deep breath. "Succubus."
"Do you desire beauty?" the Mismagius asked.
"A little, but I think I am pretty enough at the moment."
"Oh it's okay to admit you insecurities with me" Mismagius said.
She did nod a little. "A little. I would like a little more beauty so I don't have to use make up."
"I can make you beautiful" the Mismagius said. her tendrils lightly tracing dawns skin.
"But what is the price? I know these stories they come at a cost, and weighing things, I am happy as is."
The Mismagius focused causing her desire to come out.
"I- I...", Dawn stammered.
"You'd be more beautiful than anyone else" the Mismagius promised.
"I- I would?", she asked.
"No one would be able to take there eye's off you" she said "all it would cost is to remove a silly little label"
"What Label?", Dawn asked, a bit more anxious.
"human" Mismagius whispered.
She shivered, "O-Okay..."
The Mismagius grinned as purple fur with yellow diamonds began to sprout on her body even as it is her body aged slightly and began to fill out. filling the negligee she was wearing for her costume as it became more detailed and slightly more revealing a long furry purple tail grew out behind her with a spade like tip. Her face pulled out into a small dainty muzzle yellow fur covering the bottom of her jaw and all the way down her front. Her eye's changed to a dark red as pink fur covered her eye sockets. her ears appeared a mix of a cat's and bat wings being triangular but ribbed lightly with bones.
Dawn started to moan a bit sensually.
Her forearms covered with yellow fur, hands becoming small dainty and paw like, each finger sprouted long claws. despite their small size she could feel much strength in her arms. her feet underwent similar changes becoming digigrade paws. Two slits opened in her negligee letting two large purple bat wings grew out behind her. Slowly her mind changed, becoming darker and more sensual. Her breasts grew tell they almost strained against there containment. Her butt also swelled outwards. Her waist shrinking and her hips growing out. Mismagius floated away from the Liepard succubus smiling. "Now was that not worth the deal?" she asked
"Mmm... Yes, it was...", The succubus moaned, "I think I'll be having fun tonight..."
"Remember to choose you victim closely" the Mismagius warned. "Your condition is contagious after all"
"Really?" she grinned, "How exciting."
"Don't you have a friend out there who could not make it tonight?" the Mismagius asked. "Three in fact?"
She grinned.
Torterra studied the mansion casually as he walked along, Squrtle resting on his back.
Squirtle wearing a blue Bandanna tied around his face as a mask, and brown pads on his elbows and knees, relaxing under the tree, nodded, "Yeah, you think Ash'll win this place?"
"Only if Misty does to, or else I'll toss him out after her" Torterra joked. He was wearing the same thing as Squirtle, except his mask was Purple.
"Hey guys! Wait up! You know I'm not as fast as you are!" Torkoal shouted from behind, tears streaming down his eyes and smoke flowing from his stack like normal. You can see where this is going - his Mask was Orange.
The Squirtle sweatdropped and chuckled.
{Hmm... Interesting. I thought it'd actually be a challenge to make the Master's students, and they practically run into me!}, the Gengar chuckled.
"...Huh?", Squirtle said all of a sudden, and hopped off of Torterra's back.
"What is it Squirtle?" the Torkoal asked, concerned and a little nervous.
"What's wrong?"
Squirtle turned to his likewise "dressed" friends, "I- I thought I heard my Squad. I think they're in trouble!"
"What would they be doing here though? Didn't you say they were in a fire brigade in Kanto?"
"We better take a look"
The three turtles nodded and headed towards the source of the noise.
Gengar chuckled silently and teleported to the room, not expecting what was going to happen next himself.
Marshal, Elite Four member from Unova, blinked in shock as he looked around. "Okay... where are those Pokémon going? I got to keep an eye on them." he began to move and follow them. He was dressed up with just the pads and a red mask, but with his clothes, it made it a bit hard to figure out that his outfit was of similar origin.
The Attic was far too cluttered to be able to get a good look at all at once. It was incredibly possible that a large group of Squirtle could be in the attic, wanting help. "Guys?", Squirtle called out.
"Something is fishy"
"Helloooo?" Torkoal called out, more than a little timidly. He felt like drawing back into his shell.
"Helloooo? Little guys? You up here?" Marshal called as he ascended up the flight of stairs. "Hello?" His head popped up into the attick.
{Wow! Just my luck.}, Gengar said, as he shut the door behind Marshal, who was also dressed wearing similar bands, but apparently was too embarrassed to wear a full costume. The ghost grinned and materialized the weapons that the turtles that the four were dressed as were known to wield, glowing and hovering in front of them.
"What the-?" Marshal exclaimed as he was rocketed into the attic by the force of the closing door, landing on top of some soft bundles of old clothes. He was even more confused on seeing the strange glowing weapons floating in the air.
"Hey... is that...?", Squirtle trailed off, sort of mesmerized by the glowing pair of glowing katana in front of him
"Hey ... Squirt-errrrr ... dude are you okay?" Torkoal asked in an uncharacteristically bold manner, the glowing nunchucks holding him in their sway. He could just picture the fun he'd have swinging them around ... that is if he had hands.
Torterra's vines caressed the Bo staff.
"What ... what's happening?" Marshal asked in a very confused manner.
Physically the four started changing a bit. Their skin all turned Green - Torterra's became a sickish yellowy green, and the turtles started to change in size, their bodies growing large muscles and Torkoal and Torterra becoming smaller and bipedal.
"Hey! I got hands! Duuuude!" Torkoal said as he grabbed the nunchucks. "This is so totally radical!" He started to whip them around, getting the feel of them. They felt like old friends.
"Are my plants sick?", Torterra panicked
Squirtle quietly grasped the katanas as his shades fell out of their hiding place in his shell.
He turned his head, still not noticing his shades, "You sound... a bit weird, Torkoal."
"Y-y-you can talk!" Marshal said, shocked at what was going on, and backing away in fear from the glowing weapon and the three changing turtles.
"Awwwww c'mon Leo, I'm not that different ... Wait… Why'd I call you Leo?" The torkoal who was rapidly changing now scratched his head with his three fingers in a confused manner.
"Dude, like just chill out! Your plants aren't dying. Get a grip man." Torkoal said as he whipped his nunchucks around jokingly and bapped the turtle on the head with them lightly.
Marshal's clothes started to feel tight, and suddenly, his gi/hoodie shredded as a large turtle shell burst out from it. He also found he was able to completely understand the Pokémon.
"M-my clothes!" Marshal didn't know what to feel, scared at the fact that he was changing, or mad that someone had just ruined his favorite form of dress. And as he clenched his hands into fists, he couldn't help but feel the urge to hit something ... or someone.
Squirtle swung one of the Katanas in practice. As he did so, his body started losing some of it's more Squirtle exclusive traits, losing his tail, as he bulked up to the same size as Marshal, and his large red eyes shrunk down and became brown.
"Hey Donny! When'd you get so big!" Tor-no ... Mikey asked the changing Torterra as his body became completely green and yellow. He was filled with energy and he felt like playing and messing around. He was realy coming out of his shell all of a sudden, metaphorically speaking.
Torterra started to shrink considerably, the plants and rocks on his back pulling into his shell, returning him into a normal turtle... as normal as a humanoid, muscular turtle would be, that is. Meanwhile, Torterra's Green skin became a more bluish-green, and the holes excluding smoke vanished from his shell.
{Hmm... The Turtles are coming along fine, but the former human's going to need some... persuison...}, the Gengar thought
"Quiet, Mikey" Don said
The Ghost started to remold Marshal's memories a bit, holding back his inhibitions...
That tone Torkoal was using was really starting to grate on Marshal's nerves and he kept feeling a pulsing sensation in his head. It was driving him crazy! He felt like he was going to snap ... but he had to maintain control ... he had to keep his cool. He had to ... had to ...
{You want to find your Master, don't you? Let it go..}
Squirtle, or rather Leonardo, walked up to Marshal and placed a three fingered hand on his shoulder/shell. Doing this caused his changes to accelerate and he himself to get hands that only had three fingers.
"Get offa' me!" Marshal replied rudely to the turtle. Great ... now he'd lost his fingers. He was seriously feeling pissed off now as his skin turned a dark, dark green. His hair was retracting as the shell hardened its plates. Then that annoying turtle came up to him. "Hey Raph, what's wrong with ya? I thought you always liked beatin' stuff up." Torkoal, now Michelangelo grinned his usual smug and teasing grin at his "older brother."
"I ... I'm not ... a turtle ... I'm not ... I'm ... I'm ... I'm ..."
"Well you're not a tortoise" Don added.
The Gengar sighed. He hated to resort to violence, but... Suddenly, the Sais started to move, and flew straight at Marshal.
Marshal jumped into the air and grabbed the weapons as they came swooshing past, the energy flashing into his body and through his mind, finishing any physical changes that were yet lacking and completing his transformation physically into a ninja turtle. He was barely hanging on by a thread to his old personality and self and the strain was showing. One little push more and Raph would be in the house.
"Man Raph, I really must've done a number on ya if you're that dazed. That oughta teach you not to mess with the battle coliseum champion huh? Or at least not come at him with little pointy forks." Mikey said with his usual goofy and mocking grin.
"That ... is ... IIIIITT! Your shell is mine ya' hear me Mikey!" With a yell of primal rage, Raph lunged after his little brother.
On instinct don grabbed Raph in a full nelson.
"Raph. Calm down. You should know Mikey says things without thinking them through," Leonardo said, "Mikey, you need to apologize."
Raph was still struggling to get out of Donny's grasp, but when he couldn't he managed to finally calm down a little bit. At least enough to slightly forgive the clown. Though still not enough to not want to pound some sense into him, or noogie him into submission.
Don made sure Raph was calm before letting him go gently
Raph was still breathing deeply, but he was doing his best to reign in his anger. It always was his weak point.
"Look Raph, it was just a joke alright? I mean, come on ... don't give me a .. NO NO NO! NOOOOOOOO!" Mikey cried out as Raph gave him the noogie of the century. Then he looked at his brothers.
"Hey, he deserved it!" he said in his defense before letting him go.
"If Donatello's intel was right, Master Splinter should be somewhere in this place. Whether he's safe or not... I can't exactly say," Leonardo said, now that his brothers were paying attention. "Thankfully, it being Halloween, it'll be a little easier to look for him than it would otherwise. But we should still be careful. Especially because we came in from the attic and not the front door."
"I think we're in the presence of an ectoplasm phenomenon" Don said fiddling with some small machine
"English Donny, English!" Raph said, exasperatedly. "You know i don't speak geek."
{Uh-oh... I forgot about him having gadgets like that...}, the ghost said, deciding it was a good time to leave.
"A ghost", Don said bluntly.
"Meh ... it's not like we can't take em. I mean come on, what haven't we fought?"
Leonardo grabbed the familiar looking shades when the others weren't looking and put them away in his pouch
Sabrina sat in her char practicing her spoon bending for the benefit of some of the younger ones present. conversation was useless to her as she already knew everything she needed about everyone present. she new that the moment they entered.
Sabrina, although cured of her malady with her inner child running amuck, was still rather dark and gothic in her mental state. Being a powerful psychic is a double edged sword, and she could feel that edge every day. To show the way she felt she decided to choose a creature of similar design. She had placed makeup on her face to give her a bit more of a bestial appearance while she had glued on false ears and a muzzle to add to the effect. Her hands were still rather normal, the nails slightly sharper, but not adversely so. She wore metal knuckles over her hands more so to look more intimidating. And she had a false tail hanging limply from the rear of her costume. The whole effect was that she had a somewhat bestial appearance but was still human. Putting on the illusion of being more worldly and physically oriented rather than mentally. It helped her to feel a little better as she saw the people marveling at her costume and sensed their awe. Her long purple hair helped to accent the costume all the more. She looked even more beautiful to the eyes that followed her. Something she wasn't used to getting with her normal reserved air. She looked almost dainty ... now that she was dressed in such old fashioned garb. She seemed almost royal with her regality.
Sableye looked on the gym leader with a baffled expression. Even he was taken aback by her looks. But at the same time, he could feel her longing and her pain. It called to him. And as he looked on her he had a sudden glimpse of another young woman of similar looks. It would be perfect for her. And it would be an act of mercy. An unusual act for him, but even the evil Sableye could feel pity. The Sableye slowly descended since to try to trick such a powerful psychic would be rather pointless anyways. She probably already sensed his presence.
Kadabra could sense the presence of the spirit and teleported in front of him in an attempt to protect Sabrina.
"I need to rest" Sabrina said dispersing her audience when they were out of range. "Do not think because you are a ghost and a dark type that I well be taken by surprise spirit" Sabrina said
"It never crossed my mind." The Sableye replied honestly.
"let him speak Kadabra. Haunter already has a Shadow Ball aimed right at his eye if he tries anything"
"That hurts you know. Though I suppose for one who is royal it makes sense to have a guard." The Sableye said, bowing to the gym leader.
"Do not try your mind games with me Sableye I can sense your attempts to work on my memories"
"I can't exactly help it. You know how it is with us spirits. Once we've been riled up we need to take action. Besides, I'm trying to help you. I know how painful being as powerful a psychic as you can be. What I propose is giving you the ability to keep the voices out."
"Y...you can get rid of them?" she asked
"I could make it so that you will only be able to read the minds of others when you wish to. And you will hear the thoughts of spirits as well, but only when you choose to use the power. You will be able to communicate with the dead if you wish as well."
{M-Mistress, I wouldn't believe him.}, Kadabra said.
"It would be wrong of me to not inform you that there is a price. For you and for your companions if you would have them remain with you."
Sabrina turned to haunter questioningly.
"You are a ghost my friend can we trust him?" she asked.
"That depends on his actions in his previous life. We often carry our old personalities with us."
{You mean like how you were a cruel hearted trickster who ended up getting some people seriously injured with your pranks?}, Kadabra said.
"You wanna' go psychic boy?"
{No point in it.}
Sabrina ignored the bickering before looking at the Sableye, "and what where you like in your past life?"
"Can't really remember. My grave marker was destroyed long ago. And another was desecrated only recently. You can see it already though. Our memories are tied to those stones. Though something tells me that you think I've done well in most of what I've done."
Sabrina pondered the Sableye's words for almost ten minutes before speaking. "very well"
"But how can we know he wasn't a criminal or something worse?", Kadabra said
Sabrina looked at the Sableye "well you allow me into your mind?" she asked
"Do you even need to ask?" The Sableye returned, though nodded his assent. He didn't think it would do much good since he couldn't really remember much about his life. But perhaps this girl could find something he couldn't.
Sabrina concentrated, with the Sableye willing to co-operate his dark type immunity was not blocking her. She stopped after a few moments. "I can't speak for your life, but your intentions are honest, I trust you"
"I'm glad to hear it. It makes it much easier than trying to overpower your Pokémon, which might I add, I could do if I had to. Though only tonight." Even as he spoke, the two Pokémon were brought closer and closer to their mistress floating in the air as a purple and black aura surrounded the three. "This will tingle, but it shouldn't hurt."
{H-Hey, don't I get a say in this?} Kadabra asked.
Even as he spoke, the muzzle and the tail started to fuse with her skin, the seams disappearing from her and making her costume look more realistic as her tail shifted on its own. The two Pokémon were squirming in the air as they began to shrink. "And no, you don't. And for the record, the reason why is because you're a real jerk."
Sabrina laughed for the first time since ash visited it was a pure joyous laugh.
"My goodness, did I tickle your funny bone Princess?" The Sableye asked, a little shocked since he hadn't started on her memories just yet.
"It just feels freeing" Sabrina said
"I haven't done anything to your gifts yet. But that'll change soon. First, let's get to work on your Pokémon here. Kadabra, Haunter, I'm gonna' make you two powerful, but you will have to take a hit in size." Even as he spoke, the two started to shrink and little protrusions came from their heads. Kadabra's two protrusions on his head merged into one as they bent violently backwards to form a zigzagging bolt pattern. Fortunately, no pain was involved. Haunter's pointed head protrusions started to lengthen and push outwards, forming a long scarf-like protrusion, floating behind him. Their hands and arms began to withdraw into their bodies as they started to float on their own power. As the Sableye returned his focus on Sabrina, her eyes were closed and a contented peaceful smile was on her face, tears of joy were flowing down her face as her body continued to change, the fur glowing and becoming realistic and a purple glow surrounded her as the powers of her mind and spirit were altered so that she could not only control them, but so that rather than constantly hearing voices, she could choose when to listen in. The silence was the most beautiful thing she had ever experienced. As a bonus and gift to the gym leader, Sableye decided to let her keep her telekinetic powers so that she could show off for fun with the little ones and help them in turn to grow and learn to use their abilities happily.
Sabrina seemed content as the beloved silence ensued
"I'll even add a bonus for you. You can keep your old memories and have the new set as well. Then you can choose to push the old ones back whenever you need to and set a call back time so you never lose your old self, Princess." The ghost bowed to the woman as memories flooded into her of the beautiful city that she lived in. She was royalty there, and the city itself was filled to the brim with beast men. She remembered her companions, the Jupiter Djinni that had joined with her to make her stronger. But she also remembered being a gym leader with her pokemon. She remembered having an older brother who always looked after her, but she also remembered her father in this world. It was odd having two lives in her mind, but it felt somehow ... natural to her.
"Thank you" there were tears in her eyes.
Her eyes had also changed and were now an azure purple. They were clear of the pain and burden that she had carried for so long. "Now we must finish with your friends, Princess Sveta." He said, grinning since he couldn't blink with his gewel like eyes. "As for you two, I don't know what I'll do to you two. You should at least get along a little better since you're all on the same team. Do you mind if I make it so they actually don't get at eachother's throats Sabrina?"
"Do as you wish" Sabrina said happily.
"Is this realy necessary?" The Haunter asked. "I like being like this. Besides, I don't wanna look all cute! You'll still be a spirit, and yes, it's necessary. Besides, I think you'll like it. You'll be able to eat food again and all that other fun stuff. And you'll be able to feed on nature as well of course." Two small legs grew out from the haunter's body as it grew more solid and less vaprous. His eyes were no longer red as they swelled and grew, his mouth disappearing and leaving only a line along his eyes as his his own eyes turned purple to match the rest of his body. HIs head was a light purple matching the color of his mistress' fur while the lower torso remained dark like his original coloring. "Much better."
The Kadabra smirked.
"What're you smiling at cutey?" The Sableye asked as the Kadabra shrunk smaller and smaller, his hands retracting with his spoon as the rest of his body seemed to puff out as if it were filling with air. His hands were all that were left protruding from his body as the fingers morphed and merged to form a spiky bolt-like design in light purple. A green bolt was trailing form his back in the form of a small tail. Two stubby legs were protruding from beneath as his eyes turned green. "There we go. You two are all set. You should also be getting a second set of memories, but I won't erase the old ones. that'll be up to your mistress to decide later." With that, the three were released as the Sableye floated before Sabrina. "So what do you think?"
"It's wonderful" she said "I'd hug you if you had a physical form"
"And I'd blush if i could right now. Why don't you three go out and enjoy the party? That surprisingly tired me out."
They left eagerly
Wake had set up everything as good as he could for his neice and that Ash kid. Despite her denials, he was pretty sure of her feelings. And Ash's feelings were about as obvious. The man was wearing a Luxray-like suit, and it was a bit raggedy and itchy. He had worn it a previous year, but with all that he had done to set up Ash and Misty to get the same costume to up their moments together, he didn't have time to wear a new costume. He scratched at his mane.
The Mismagius smiled as Wake vanished in a misdirection illusion. His mane changed to a light yellow brown as it became real.
Wake's itching became a bit more extreme. He had no knowledge that anything had changed, just that the mane was now itching like unwashed hair rather than like an uncomfortable costume.
The fur gradually changed color without wakes notice from blue and black to light brown. There was a burning sensation as scars seemed to appear over the fur.
Wake clutched a noticeable scar around his chest, "Argh... Why would these old scars hurt all of a sudden?" he wondered, his memories seamlessly changing with the rest of him
His mask changed the muzzle becoming broader and full of sharp pointed teeth. His face seemed old and battle weary. His tail changed to brown as the star on the end was replaced by a ragged tuft of fur. it swayed a bit as a pair of ragged pants formed around his legs.
He nearly tripped at his newly formed pants. He caught himself though, "...Ugh. I better not have ripped them."
On his left arm a mix of leather and steel formed a tight fingerless glove. spring loaded 17 inch spikes formed under the top of the wrist covering. the spikes where the only part that wasn't either rusty or torn.
Wake flexed his hands a bit. He knew that he had to be here, but not getting to fight was getting to him. His knuckles cracked as he did so.
His hands grew long curved claws as his feet flattened and became larger with longer claws on each toe. Two middle toes on his left foot where replaced by stumps, obviously from a past fight. His body began to bulk up.
Thoughts of past battles came to his mind, he grinned as he tried to loosen up his muscles.
Quickly gaining more and more muscle tell his skin stretched taunt to contain it all a medium length beard formed under his lower jaw. giving him an air of experience. The Mismagius smiled as the spell dispersed.
SavageLeomon couldn't help but let out a roar. Luckily for him, the other people there took him as just a very good actor.
Tate and Liza, the twin gym leaders were having a great time at the party just laughing and playing with the food and the Pokemon in the room. Since they loved Pokemon so much and they had such a close bond, they decided to dress up as Pokemon to represent their relationship. Liza dressed up as a Shellder While her brother was dressed up as a slowpoke. Every once in a while LIza would pull on her brother's "tail" for fun and they'd have a big laugh about it while other trainers complimented them on the unique idea they had come up with.
"Liza, do you think we stand a chance of winning the contest?"
"Of course we do Tate, we spent a lot of time on these costumes after all. And I'm sure they'll like our idea for evolving our suits." She said, winking to her brother who couldn't help but chuckle at the ingenuity they had in making a second suit that both could fit into behind a flash and puff of smoke to represent the evolution into the next stage.
"Hmm... Heh heh. This'll be interesting...", Gengar chuckled. "Let's make it a bit more interesting though... Just have to time it right..." The ghost created a King's Rock that matched the size of Tate's costume.
"Hey Tate is that a ...?"
"King's rock! It's perfect!" Tate replied, grabbing it and placing it on his head. "Now we can evolve into a Slowking instead of a Slowbro!"
"But we don't have a slowking costume." Liza argued.
The ghost let out a blast of Confusion at the twins.
"Woah ... wah .. WAHHHHHHH!" The twins cried in unison as something caught up their feet. Tate fell flat on his face and Liza fell on top of him, the clamp on her costume slamming shut over the king's rock with another blast of confusion. She couldn't see anymore.
"Liza! Get off of me!"
"I can't! My costume is stuck!"
Tate was suddenly able to feel the pressure of the Shellder- his SISTER on his skull, as if his skin was now one in the same with the costume, and the feel of the carpet that he was sprawled over.
"Uhhhhh ... Liza ... I'm not feelin' too good. Can you get off me?"
Liza's vision was becoming covered, and she found it hard to answer as her shell formed harder around her. A Red Gem appeared on the front of her costume.
"I would if I could get my costume to open up. It's stuck!" Liza was pushing and pulling, trying to force open the clamp's vice-like grip on the king's rock, but gradually she was struggling less and less as her body began to meld with the costume, the shell beginning to shrink a little bit and grow lighter. Tate in the mean time was still trying to get up off of the floor while that strange feeling continued to take place within him. It was like he didn't even have any costume on anymore. What was going on here? It was getting harder for him to think.
The Tail started to move freely as Tate kept on trying to pull himself off the ground. Soon the fake plastic eyes started to blink on the costume. Meanwhile, Liza was completely sealed in and her mind was going as she started to meld with her twin brother's mind.
"Tate what-"
"-'s happening?" Tate finished his sister's sentence without meaning to. Something wasn't right here. But the more he tried to think, the less he could think. There was something on his head, but he didn't mind. He was just feelin kinda hungry. "Slowwwwwpooooke." He wasn't even aware he'd just spoken like a Pokemon as the transformation continued to run over him like a wave.
The Shellder shrunk down to a normal size and continued to clamp down hard on the King's Rock on the Slowpoke's head. Nothing more was on her mind but clamping down.
Tate's limbs and ears all started to become real as he let out a big yawn.
The new Slowpoke brought a hand up to the Shellder before registering it was there. And suddenly the king's rock started to glow.
The light then covered both Pokémon as well. Their shape changed, and when the light receded, they were an anthro Slowking.
The Slowking blinked a moment before snapping back into reality. "Hmmmm, this is interesting. Were you responsible for bringing me here, Gengar?"
"Yes. I am. I need you to keep the calm in here. The others are starting to go overboard. Most of the party has been changed, and it'd be best if there wasn't chaos from the conflicting types of creatures here. Your psychic powers should come in handy."
The Slowking considered this. "Well, I suppose I could do it as a favor to an old friend, but you owe me Gengar and I intend to collect." The Slowking said good naturedly as he winked before heading back out into the party. He could enjoy some of the food at the table while he was at it. For some reason he was feeling as hungry as he did after he evolved in the first place.
Noland was walking around in his custom made Articuno costume. Articuno herself had even lent a few feathers for the costume for some reason.
{Hmmmmm ... what have we here?} the Pokemon thought to himself as he gazed on the frontier brain. He could feel the life force of some of those feathers. They were the real deal. How he'd managed to snag them from the actual Articuno was anyone's guess. That chick was normally one of the huffiest and fitful of the three siblings.
Oblivious to the ghost above, Noland continued to socialize with the few remaining guests.
The ghost sensed something special from the feathers; a powerful emotion. Could it possibly be ...? The Sableye's smile widened into a ghoulish grin. He knew just what to do with this human. And it'd help get him in with one of the legendaries too. Bonus! The ghost, knowing how hard this was going to be decided to go with luring using his greatest weakness. A blue light could be seen glowing weakly outside and he could hear a terrible cry of pain coming towards him. A cry he knew only too well and that froze his heart.
Noland ran outside. What was she doing here? It's true, that most of the people were gone, but there were still enough trainers to put her in Jeopardy.
The glow was ebbing and beginning to fade but could still be dimly made out in the heart of the graveyard. The warbling cry was growing fainter now, and Noland's heart was racing.
"...Hnh? What's wrong? Articuno!"
Even as he raced towards the graveyard, some of the feathers started to adhere to his skin but that didn't matter much to him. All he cared about was his friend and if she needed help. The cry echoed again, barely hanging onto consciousness.
"What's wrong? Articuno!", he shouted as he kept running. Nothing else mattered to him at the moment.
As he raced among the tombstones, they seemed to glow in the night pulsing purple and white. His feet cracked and shifted into the shoes, becoming real and clicking along the ground as he raced, pumping his arms as he continued to race, the feathers ruffling in the wind. As it raced over his body, it seemed almost as if he could feel the individual feathers ruffling in the wind. Which as a matter of fact, he could. But the light was almost out now and he still was quite a ways away. He needed to get to her. He knew he had to. Another crack, and he was clacking his new beak and blinking cold ice blue eyes. His body was changing proportion now. His legs growing more thin and knobby while the rest of his mass shifted to the upper proportions, allowing his body to swell and grow into the form of a much larger bird-like creature.
His lovely mate... She was calling for him. What was he THINKING coming all the way out here?
"Noland ... Noland please?" The cry was weak and longing. She was in pain.
"ARTICUNO!" he shouted in his new voice.
What few changes were left quickly took place as any signs of the old Noland disappeared. He was a proud looking Articuno now. He remembered being human, but right now all he cared about was reaching his mate.
"She's not here you know."
"I know...", he said, "But she needs me. I can feel it. She's always needed me," he corrected, "..but it was a need that I could never fulfill before. But now I can. And I will."
"She'll be very glad of it when you get there. You may want to visit every once in a while just to let your other human friends know that you're alright. For now though, I think you'd best get back to your mate. I sense a honeymoon on the way." The Sableye said, grinning in a devilish way at the new legendary, though it was also a tired smile.
"If she lets me leave," Noland said with as wry a grin as he could pull off with his new beak, and he took off.
The Sableye staggered momentarily as he remembered a woman ... very beautiful. It was a brief flash but it took him off balance. She left him with a terrible pang of longing. "Hmm? oh ... oh yeah. I'm sure she will. Let me know when the kids are here alright?" Another pang hit the ghost on mention of children. Why? Why was he feeling these sensations when they had been dead for so long? The ghost faded away to ponder in solitude for a time.
Cillan, as usual, was running his usual Pokémon Connoisseur program. However, as the people lessened, he had less to do. What he was wearing resembled his Premium Blend, Pansage.
Mismagius almost laughed at Cilian's costume as she followed him idly. The costume made him look hilarious
Cilian really had no need for a mansion. He was considering leaving the party early.
His fire haired brother was currently drunk and talking to a statue he thought was a beautiful lady. While his aqua haired brother was discussing high life with the elites.
Cilian sighed. Well, if Cress and Chili were staying, so would he.
Mismagius caused all three of their pokeballs to release there stored Pokémon. Pansage Panseer and Panpour
For some reason the three apes grabbed their partners and pulled them into three separate rooms.
"Pansage, what are you doing?"
Pansage didn't answer just pulled his master into the room and shut the door.
"Pansage? What's wrong with you!" he demanded as he was in the other room.
"He has accepted my offer" Mismagius said as he descended. "They all have"
"Offer! W-What kind of Offer?"
"I ask you this; have you ever asked Pansage if he was lonely by chance?"
"Well actually…", he started, before he was cut off.
"Ever asked him if he needed someone closer than a friend?"
"I-", he started to answer before he was again cut off.
"So I have offered him just I have offered his brothers" Mismagius smiled. "You well become his companion" Mismagius eye's flashed.
"Wh-WHAT!"
Cilans hair twisted until it formed a miniature tree. "Such is the price you'll pay"
"Th-This isn't..."
"Fair?" Mismagius asked as Cilan began to shrink "Was it fair to Pansage"
Cilan clenched his fists.
Green fur covered most of his body well orange covered his face and chest. A tail grew out as two leaf points grew out of the end. A small muzzle grows out of his face as his eye's grow huge and his ears grow massive.
Cilian falls to his knees and starts sobbing.
Out of sight another change happened as Cilan became female. His hands changed into paws. His feet changes into small Pansage hind paws. Finally her memories modified to fit her new place. Pansage rubbed the females back. "What's wrong dear?"
Cilla wasn't sure why, but she was still sobbing. She got up and hugged her love, the tears still flowing for something that she couldn't fully remember. All she knows is she lost something important to her.
Pansage on the other hand smiled as a place in his heart filled Mismagius left them alone heading to one of the other rooms.
Clair the dragon trainer stood in the party dressed in a very strange looking costume. It looked almost like a Charmeleon, but there were some key differences such as the make-up of the maw, and some markings on the body. There was also no tail flame, but overall it was very impressive and somewhat intimidating, perfect for the dragon trainer even though she was rather soft on the inside.
"Hmm... That outfit... Ah. That's where it's from," The ghost said. The Gengar still didn't feel right about doing this, but he decided to go ahead with it anyway. Suddenly, the sound of a crying baby Dragon Pokémon could be heard by Clair and only Clair. A Dratini to be precise.
Clair immediately cocked her head. What would a little pokemon like a Dratini be doing so far away from a body of water? Knowing how rare the species was from experience and of their unique qualities she would do anything to save this little one. She was rushing through the crowd as fast as she could to find the poor thing.
The noise seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Perhaps the poor thing had gotten caught in a pantry or something
Claire swiftly made her way to the kitchen, holding the pokeball with her Dragonair ready in case the poor thing needed a friend to comfort it. She swung open the doors in a dramatic manner and surprised the twin pokemorphs who were hard at work making more delicacies for the guests in the house. "Oh ... excuse me ... I thought I heard a Dratini in here ..." The gym leader said a little sheepishly.
"You mean the garbage disposal?" the Plusle asked.
"Ummmm ... no, I don't think so." The gym leader said looking slightly offended.
A Few of the guests outside were apparently getting rowdy, so the two chefs hurried to get them more food, giving Clair more time to explore.
Clair kept moving from place to place, trying to determine where the sound of the whimpering was coming from. She had opened practically all of the drawers and cupboards until at last she reached the location of the pantry. Hastily she flung open the doors.
A Small Dratini was inside, crying to itself. Or so it had seemed.
Clair quickly moved toward the little thing and embraces it, cooing and petting down its small back, giving it assurances that everything was okay. Its big wide eyes were so innocent. It reminded her of her Dragonair back when it was a Dratini. And she couldn't help but smile at the memory.
Suddenly, both froze. "...I'm sorry to have to do this, my dear," Gengar said as the Dratini in her arms faded away. Suddenly, her hands became quite a bit less articulate as three large claws came out of the costume.
"Why ... can't ... I ... move?"
"I know you're highly athletic and capable of getting away from me if I let you keep moving," the ghost answered honestly.
"Who's there?" She demanded angrily. She so wished she'd released Dragonair; this person would regret what they had done to her. She wasn't even aware of how her claws had changed from prosthetics to real.
Suddenly the eyes of her costume became real, beginning to blink.
"Huh?" Clair asked in confusion, not understanding why she could suddenly see so much better through the eyes of her costume.
The costume's belly grew a bit and became HER belly, and started to growl, as the mask of the costume also became her face - she started to get free at this point, but her mind was starting to change.
"Why did you ... what am I doing here?" The lady brought her new clawed hands to her head, confused at the conflicting thoughts going through her mind.
Her tail became real and started to twitch behind her... She could see the stacks of bread in the pantry around her.
Her stomach growled again and she licked her lips as she inhaled the scent of the bread. "Mmmmmmm ... breeaaad." She smiled as she reached for one almost without thinking. For a reason she couldn't quite grasp, her hand stopped short, hesitant.
Flaps appeared at the top of her head, resembling fins but working as ears. The former costume now got a Black Biohazard Marking, and her face got a similar, but not identical one.
She grabbed it hungrily and bit into it savagely, chomping happily as she enjoyed the flavor of it. The next one glowed briefly before she bit into it, and it was filled with peanut butter; her favorite treat! Her eyes widened and then she really started to eat with the gusto of a true Digimon.
"Hey! Girl you know that's only for a treat!" Yang scolded.
"Awwww ... I sorry, it's just so good." She said cutely as her eyes grew big in the way that melted anyone who looked into them.
"Come on you empty legs" he smiled walking over and grabbing her, "Let's get you cleaned up"
Fantina stood nearby the food table on the stage looking at all of the party goers. She was so glad that she'd suggested this little party. She couldn't wait to judge all the wonderful costumes people had brought in. Though she had to admit that she was very impressed with the "servants" that had arrived. Such wonderful acting and attention to detail. She of all people could understand that. She herself had decided to wear ancient Pokégyptian garb to represent the ancient goddess of beauty and grace, Bast, in human form. She did not wish to cover her beautiful face with a mask.
Mismagius stood a bit awed. Fantina was almost as much a legend as Agatha amongst ghost kind, "Good evening lady fantina"
"Oh, why hello dear, vhat an excellent costume you have made." The gym leader said, thinking that the Ghost of the Mansion was getting into the spirit of the party. She was so used to ghosts that she often considered them the same as people, which in fact they were.
"My lady may we talk someplace more private?" She asked
"But of course dear. I em alvays so happy to help a spirit." Her accent was as thick as ever, but that seemed to only add to her charm.
Mismagius led her up the stairs to the second floor and inside the master bedroom. "My lady I apologize but me and my companions have sword a spirits oath to punish the humans for breaking my tombstone tonight"
The lady brought her hands to her cheeks with a shocked expression. "Mon Dieu! But of course you must you poor Sing!" The famed gym leader was moving to embrace the ghost Pokémon before even considering the fact this was a ghost.
"I have brought you here my lady because I wish to not harm you but add to your beauty"
Fantina stopped at this. "To .. add to eet? How is zis possible?" The gym leader asked, both out of curiosity, and shock that the Pokémon would wish to give her such a gift.
"Only tonight my lady, surly you know tonight our powers are greater than even the legendaries"
"I vas not aware of zis. My own friends have nevar shown such changes on zis night."
"It is only in their place of life and death that these powers are gained" she explained. "Will you trust me my lady?"
"How can I not? Eef you indeed meant me harm you vould have done so by now, vould you not?"
Mismagius smiled gratefully even as a slender black tail grew out behind Fantina and waved around sensualy.
Fantina looked back on her new sleek tail and couldn't help but admire it as it whipped back and forth.
A prickle swept across her form as shiny black fur covered her. Her fur shimmered in the light her hands changed only minor as her nails became retractable curved claws. Her body reshaped becoming even finer formed with divine beauty. Her gold jewelry became finer. Gems sparkling flawlessly in the light. Night black diamonds, pink pearls, golden topaz's.
Fantina gasped at the changes to her gown. It was so regal ... so ... ethereal. She was struck speachless by what the ghost had done, but in a good way.
her sandals changed with her feet as they became digigrade cat paws. Her gown changed to fine glittering silk. her eye's became silted and blue as her face pulled out into a muzzle. Two triangular cat ears on either side of her head.
"Oh my dear, dear Mismagius. You have done me a great service. I but wish I could repay you." Fantina said fondly as she embraced the pokemon, now capable of doing so with the changes that had been made to her.
"You where always a goddess my lady, it was just hidden, but i am not finished yet."
"But what ees left?"
Fantina's hair receded into her head. "I am sorry but your hair, lovely though it is, would not fit a goddess." a gold collar grew around her neck. The sacred ankh forming on it and glowing brightly even without light. A golden bejeweled dagger appeared at her side. "Now you are finished my lady" the Mismagius said as Bastes life was added to Fantinas own.
Fantina just looked on the ghost a moment before once again hugging her. There were no words to describe how she felt at what had been done. She was just so grateful and happy. The stars above shone brightly at the rebirth of the goddess.
"You are most kind my lady" Mismagius said as her tendrils wrapped around baste as well.
"But you have ze bigger heart."
Ash and Misty were busy trying not to notice one another. Of course, as the partygoers started vanishing, it was getting harder and harder. "Misty? Is it just me, or has everyone left?" Ash wondered.
"It looks like it, I haven't even seen Brock in hours" Misty looked around worried.
At the very mention of Brock, a pair of cute Vulpix came running up to the trainers as they were playing. One of them slid to a stop and looked up at the pair in an inquisitive manner.
"Hello there" Misty said softly
"Vul." The pokemon said cutely.
"...huh. Those Vulpix sure seem familiar...", Ash said.
{...Do I really have to do this?} the Gengar wondered as he looked at the scene below him... He then realized that if he didn't then Sableye surely would. And he wouldn't care who they are.
The Gengar began to glow blue as an aura of power surrounded him. Then the blue glow also surrounded Ash and Misty dimly as the more subtle changes began. Their nails gradually merged with the costumes, turning black and long. They started to shrink a little and a slight tingling sensation was occurring all over their bodies.
Ash scratches at his costume, it was really beginning to itch.
"Is it getting warm in here?" Misty asked
{...I hope they don't get too mad about this...}, Gengar said.
As it continued, there was a slight tugging and pushing sensation they felt above their rears as the tails began to fuse with their bodies, melding with their spinal column and becoming one. Next came the ears as they shifted from the sides of their heads inside the costumes to the top and merged with the ears of the costumes. Sounds were becoming much more acute as they continued to talk to one another in their usual cautious, shy, and even rude facade.
"This room carries sound amazingly well" Misty said
"Yeah.. It's almost like we're not wearing costumes," Ash said.
"So what do we do if we win Ash?" Misty asked. "I mean what happens if we both win?"
Next came the pulling sensation in their faces as they merged into the costume, allowing them to not only hear but see and smell much stronger than their human senses had. And they suddenly experienced a massive sense of vertigo as they began to shrink down in size, their clothing first feeling extremely loose and then falling off of their bodies as they became only about a half foot to a foot tall.
"Well I- hey, what's happening?", Ash asked.
Misty screamed and attempted to cover herself.
"Huh?" Ash was confused why misty was covering herself for a little.
{Kid's oblivious, I'll give him that much...}
"STOP STARING AT ME!" misty said smacking ash with her mallet which was shrunk to fit her new size.
"Oww...", Ash said and rubbed his head, "I- I guess we do need some nice pants and other clothes, huh?"
{I could grant him that at the least...}
A puff of smoke later and the two new ottsels stood in a new pair of pants. Mercifully, Misty's shirt had been shrunk down and placed on her uper parts to make her more presentable. Ash was barechested ... well as barechested as a furry ottsel can be and both pairs of pants had tail holes for their new long muscular tails.
Ash felt around his head around his spikey headfur, "...I feel naked without my hat." Gengar rolled his eyes.
A puff later and Ash's head was once again bedecked with his favorite hat, ottsel sized.
The Zorro costumed gentlemen had the Graveyard lit up in as many different lanterns as he could have found and from a distance had looked like a army of will-o-wisps. He was working on placing a final wooden support beam. Yes he had to dismantle an old fence, but it was one that separated the backyard from a overgrown pasture field which he knew was part of the land. He did research and put together the land information of this property and now... he was stepping back, holding up an old kerosene lantern to look at his handiwork, the Entire Night he had worked in the graveyard, repairing, gluing and frankly repairing a damaged warzone. Funny thing was this final project, in fixing up other stones he had found falling and buried in the ground and half buried a forgotten headstone, he had plaster in the mud making a second copy of the intact stone. the reason behind the wooden beams was to try and set the headstone back into its costmary place. He looked at another broken headstone cradled in a wooden cross hatch of wooden beams. He sighed and looked at his wrist watch almost midnight he thought, no, no, it was two am? or was it one? Suddenly he couldn't really tell from the shadows. he shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt suddenly very tired as if something was or had drawn energy from him or walked over his own grave as one saying went. He shook his head and went back to making sure his handiwork would hold till everything finished setting.
{...See? Not all humans are bad,} The Gengar said.
{Alright, alright, I'm willing to agree ... grudgingly.} The Sableye replied sullenly.
The costumed man looks up in confusion and tired eyes. he didn't hear voices did he? He shook his head and then moved to where an Indian ink can was and started to ink in the letters on the stone.
The Mismagius was on the ground, her head throbbing with pain as her memories tried to return.
"Let's see what you say."
{Magy ... are you alright?} The Sableye descended down to her level, concerned for the ghost.
' ANGORIA LANDERVILLE'
'1358 - 1380'
'BELOVED WIFE, FRIEND, LOVER, AND MOTHER'
'MAY GIRATINA TAKE THE ONE WHO PUT OUT SUCH A SHINING CANDLE'
Zorro blinked and chocked a little. "So much in so little words." He moved to the one he had unburied and blinked out tears and began to ink the letters in that one, the others having already been inked in, this was the last stone to be inked. "To wonder how their stories were? What things they saw?" he asked himself aloud.
The Sableye was furious thinking this boy was somehow causing Mismagius pain. He wanted to make this human pay. He may have been fixing the graveyard, but clearly he was doing something wrong. An aura of red surrounded the human as he worked on inking in the stone and purple and red fur began to grow in suddenly on his body.
{Sableye! STOP!}
The human froze at the command. "Uh... did I do something wrong?" his fur covered hand shaking in fear.
The Sableye was beyond reason as he was focused solely on avenging her pain. Sableye used all his will and the human's face began to pull out into a muzzle as his body was covered in all kinds of musculature as he became more lean and lithe. More fitting for his costume as his eyes changed to a beautiful bright light blue. His ears pointed and his hair tufted upwards as it became accented with a tuft of red while his hands and feet were covered in red fur. Two red spots of fur appeared between his eyes and his eyelids became reddish as well. And last but not least, a small mane and a cute tail burst outwards within his cotume, completing his anthro look.
In shock and shaking he did one more stroke and the first name on the headstone was completed in being inked in.
A blast of magic knocked the Sableye over. "STOP!"
Zorro turned his head. "Is inking in stones against the law?" he asked in fear and irritation in having the word Stop yelled twice.
Gengar phased in and helped the Zorua stand, "Are you okay?", Gengar asked.
The Sableye was reeling from the blast of magical power. He was also having difficulties with a nagging feeling going on in his head after the human had finished inking in the first name on the headstone to make it visible to human eyes again.
"I, I, I think so." The antrho responded not seeing the changes due to the shadows as some of the lanterns had died at the anger of the Sableye. "Am I in trouble? I was only restoring the graveyard here."
"He's... got a temper problem. A Big one."
Lily walked in. "what's happening?"
"I was working on restoring this graveyard and using my skills where I could and I got yelled at."
Sableye snarled. "HE was hurting her!"
He then realized something. "Ghosts!" he yelped
The Sableye pointed in the direction of the Mismagius.
"No" Mismagius spoke up. "he was helping me"
"Helping ma'am?" he asked. "How?"
"I remember, I remember it all"
The Sableye on seeing that the Mismagius was alright rushed up to her and embraced her. He didn't know where this rush of emotion and sensitivity was coming from, but he was glad she was alright.
"Edward that temper well get you into trouble one day" the Mismagius said
The Sableye floated back a bit. "Edward? Who's that?"
"Please human finish filling in the letters" the Mismagius said
"Thank you miss Lily," The Gengar said as he turned around to face the Pokémon Witch, "I'm glad you ran into that massager I sent. I admit it was a bit unorthodox, but... It was the only thing that I could do and get around him with."
"Uh... names... names..." he blinked but shook his head and laughed."I don't believe it I forgot my name I forgot everything else for a moment why not my name?" he shook his head chuckling which sounded off to him because of his muzzle and began to ink in the other letters and numbers.
"Oops. Uhhhh ... miss Witch ... if you don't mind ..." The Sableye said, motioning towards the anthro to indicate his need to be fixed.
Lily began chanting as she worked to heal zorro even as he finished his work
"Robert, Robert Christopher Jacques." he replied with a grin. "Nice to meet you all." he held out a hand and blinked in shock, "Now that was not like that before." he stared at his paw and pulled his costume back a little and quickly began to touch his face and new muzzle and looked like he was going to freak.
The Gengar sighs and pats the new Zorua on the back, "Well... Let's just say that you won't be alone in this when you go home."
"home? I just..." he trailed off as if thinking of that big idea and problem.
As the tomb stone was written in, Sableye cringed as he was hit by a wave of information bit by bit forcing itself into his brain. It felt so strange. Edward King Landerville ... that was his name. He could see it again. His dearest Angoria. He remembered their wedding night. This had been their home once ... so long ago. He remembered his time with his love, how she had told him about their dear baby waiting to be born ... and then the bitter memories hit. He had lost her ... so young ... she did not deserve to die. He sought aid from his closest and best friend in finding the culprit ... only to be betrayed. He remembered his death now ... the blood flowing from a gaping wound as that sneering backstabbing double crosser looked down on him. Spat on him. Cursed him. And with his last breath, he saw the man for what he was and he cursed him. He would make him pay if it was the last thing he ever did.
"My Edward" the Mismagius tendrils wrapped around the Sableye
He watched and waited for his chance. He watched his own funeral; he saw his grave stone desecrated. Then when his so called friend had purchased his home filled with such happy memories, the stone was destroyed. His memories faded. But his hatred remained. Ohhhhh he paid ... yes, Sableye made sure of it with the great acts of poltergeist and torture. He and his wife had their home again all to themselves. They had a new friend here. Gengar. He was a true friend. And he looked lovingly into the eyes of the woman of his dreams. "Angie. My dearest Angie!" The ghost returned the embrace and added one more to it; a kiss.
Robert blinked but smiled and blinked at the touching reunion. He looked back and realized why they headstones were next to each other. He moved on a little more and then smiled as he touched a paw on another headstone pair. "Hello Grandpa and Grandma how many times distant." not seeing the war going on behind the Sableye's gems.
"Wait ... did he just say ... what I think he said dear?"
"I believe he did" angoria said. "It has been too long we have been here on this world, you're for your vengeance, me for you"
He blinked and turned around. "Can... well, I guess that explains the Zorua?" He asked indicating his own form? "I doubt you wanted me to be this?" he asked him before looking around. "Can, can I take a quick photo of you two? Or a hug?" He was tearing up and feeling this a very tender moment in meeting his ancestors.
The Sableye couldn't help but laugh. His daughter had lived after all. She had escaped and been able to continue the line. And here was the result. The Sableye felt so full ... complete. And here was the end result. "Of course." The Sableye embraced his love once more and as they did, a miracle occured. A glowing white nimbus surrounded the two and suddenly the crystalline eyes melted into soft human ones as the two ghosts suddenly became two human beings glowing brightly and happily. They were see-through, but they were at last whole and ready to take the photo.
Robert blinked in shock but quickly got a photo of them in their ghost Pokémon Form.
"I am sorry for tonight, there is no forgiving our actions and I take full blame for everything" The woman said. "Thank you good Gengar for you have always been a friend worth having."
"You're very welcome."
"Gengar, thank you for being my voice of reason for all these years." Edward embraced the ghost.
"If today we go into the kind embrace of lady mew, it shall not be deserved, if we go into giratinas shadow, then at least we go together, goodbye one and all, we hope this mansion serves the next one to use it well"
"I'll make sure of that," Gengar assured his friends.
The lady strolled over to the Zorua and gently kissed his forehead. "Farwell child"
"Uh ... honey ... we haven't gotten that ... what did you call it, a picture?"
"Bye gramma." he whispered. "You don't mind me routing around your library? Yes yes, a instant painting or engraving."
"The books are yours, but I'm afraid the mansion cannot be given to you"
"Oh I'm sure those two won't mind letting him live here."
"Actually I saw that the carriage house is in disrepair, I think I'll earn my keep by restoring the old I do have to replace the fence I dismantled to repair the graveyard... and I think the south stone wall is falling in the middle..." he trails off. "Sorry, historian... and haven't had much else to do after mom and dad... just say hi to them when you cross over." he hands the camera to the Gengar.
"I'm sure they were very proud of you" Angoria said. "As we are"
"Agreed. The servants will be most loyal to you as well."
He blushed. "I hope so, but, I am afraid I have... heh, I think I will hire on as a grounds keeper and historian." he blinked and motioned if he could get a hug.
"Shall we pose, my dear?"
"Of course"
The two put their arms around their descendant lovingly and smiled to the camera the first true smiles of peace and happiness they had shared in centuries.
Gengar grabbed the camera and took a snapshot.
Robert smiled and smiled holding back tears. "I am honored to have witness this."
"And we were honored to have been able to see our family's legacy carried on so well." The ghost turned to the young witch. "Thank you, my dear. I'm afraid that there will be damage that needs to be repaired. If there is anything you can do for some of the others, please, do so."
"And now I hear an angelic voice telling us it's time to go"
"Yes, the light is waiting for us. And I believe I hear our child. It truly is time. Finally." The light coming from Edward's eyes showed his happiness and his love as he looked into the eyes of his soul mate. "Goodbye, everyone ... and thank you."
"Farewell"
With that, the two ghosts faded away into a bright light shining with heavenly music coming from it. At last the light faded and the music died, but the memory lived on. Not a single eye was dry when they were gone.
Steven Stone searched the room as he entered the mansion. "Hello? Is anyone here?"
"Uh... We're still here," Ash said, a bit nervous thanks to his smaller size.
Misty moved out into the open her paws on her waist. "What was the idea sending us into a Huanted Mansion?"
Steven looked around then down. "Haunted mansion?"
"Do you think I wanted to be short and covered in Fur?"
Steven released his Gaurdivior. "What's going on?" he asked it pleadingly.
Gaurdiviors eye's glowed as she scanned ash and misty's minds and forwarded the knowledge to Steven.
"Oh my" steven said shocked, "We had this place checked! there wasn't supposed to be any ghosts here."
"...We tend to only come out on Halloween," Gengar said as he appeared.
"YOU!" Misty growled.
"Wha?", Ash started.
"Yes... I am behind what happened to you... So that my friend couldn't get to you first and make it permanent. It should wear off in time. But, considering it was still Halloween when I cast the spell... You'll probably be stuck this way for a year or so... I'm sorry...", Gengar stated.
"A YEAR!", Misty squeaked with anger.
"What did you do to Pikachu and the others!"
The ghost winced, "...You'll… find out on your own time," he said, ashamed of himself. He had gotten to into it, but he wasn't sure how to rectify the problem.
"Ahem, be that as it may, Ash and Misty you two are the last contestants in the house, more specifically inside the room where a grisly murder took place well over five hundred years ago, you win"
"Murder?" Misty growled in anger. "What kind of contest was this?"
"I'd say it was a typical Halloween contest," The ghost piped in cheerfully.
"Nobody asked you," Ash said irritably.
"The last lord of the house had a very specific will, which comes to a rather problematic point."
Misty looked nervous at this.
"What point is that?", Ash asked.
The ghost looked confused too. He wasn't aware of this.
"The lord of the house wrote himself that should a couple, that is a man and woman of non-marital status, win the house, they muct come to a more permanent living agreement before they could acept ownership of the house."
"Wait, Marry him?" Misty asked pointing at Ash.
"-Is that what that means?", Ash asked.
"Legally yes, otherwise you can't accept the house..."
"Wh-What? Bu-But we're not old enough to...", Ash stammered.
"..Or the massive fortune that comes with it."
"Fortune?", Misty wondered.
"F-Fortune?", Ash asked.
"Oh yes, the family was ridicoulously wealthy, aside from stocks, bonds, and off shore bank accounts the house itself contains a mass horde of gold and jewels"
The Ghost nodded smugly.
"The last estimate put there current liquid assets alone at over 100 trillion pokedollars."
"Off shore? But how? How old is this family?"
"From what we can tell the family had the mansion built when they moved to Kanto almost a full millennia ago."
The ghost nodded again, "It's actually a bit older than that, but that's just when they moved to Kanto," the ghost nodded.
"Wh-Whoa... I- That-", Ash stammered.
"Should i call headquarters and tell them we should try again next year?"
Misty just stammered in Ghost looked annoyed. NEXT Year? They couldn't wait that long.
"No, no! I- I think Misty and I can think up an agreement, right Misty?", Ash said.
Misty nodded her head mutely.
"Very well if you would just sign these papers" Steven handed them each a stack, "and Misty it would be alot easier and headquarters if you'd just sign them Mrs. Ketchum"
Misty gulped a little. "Okay, I will do that." She however mentally liekd the sound of Misty Ketchem.
"Now the mansion has a full live in staff who you well meet them later, there payments, expenses and other such things are taken care of remotely so don't be afraid to ask for anything you need"
"A-Alright then...", Ash said.
The Ghost grinned and decided to leave the two devices in a place where Ash'd run into them for later.
"Congratulations you two, enjoy the mansion"
Misty nodded her head a little, still nervous and trying to grasp the idea of having a mansion.
Steven turned and left promptly his Gaurdivior floating behind him.
Ash and Misty eventually married, with a wedding set up by none other than Ash's mother, Delia. Like Gengar had promised, a year or two into their marriage, they had returned to normal. In time, Ash would eventually manage to become a Pokemon Master.
Harley was never seen again, but there were tales of a depressed female Cacturne and her large and happy family.
Gengar gave Paul a choice of staying on a world that he didn't know, but possibly managing to live, or 'returning' to the land of Hyrule, where Link would inevitably slay him in time. Paul chose wisely.
Mickey and Sammy went on a journey together to become Pokemon masters. They crossed paths with Ash quite a few times. Also, Jimmy was reunited with his brother Growlie, who Mickey caught to keep the two together. The Zebstrika who was formerly KC and Akira was captured by Sammy and became fast friends with his new trainer.
Max, Norman, and Gears stayed on the planet for a while to take down criminals such as Team Galactic and various Pokemon Hunters, before heading into space and returning to their home solar system, where they teamed up with a Lombax and his robot partner by the names of Ratchet and Clank.
Nathan eventually burned off the excess weight and had gotten revenge on the costume rental company. People have seen signs of a wild Cubone the size of a human, but nobody had ever captured it to prove it's existence. Eventually, tired of people trying to catch him, he decided to work at the Mansion for Ash and Misty.
Despite their physical transformations, Agatha and Fantina kept their standings, and were admired by many.
Timothy served Ash and Misty's family as a battle butler for the rest of his days. While still clumsy, Terra did her best to make life comfortable for the married couple. Likewise, Light became a bodyguard for them (mostly for Misty thanks to Ash's partners) and their children, and Sparky and Yin one day did marry. Yang became world renown for his dishes, and his pet Clair became world renown for being the world's only Guilmon - and her appetite.
Lucy's son Brock eventually grew up and mated happily with Suzie's daughter. They had many kits.
Splinter and his sons remained as permanent guests in the Ketchum manor. Leonardo felt an odd connection to Ash, and Ash had figured out his identity when he had saw the sunglasses.
Likewise, with the help of Gengar, Ash had gotten Usagi Miyamoto alone and explained their past together. Usagi didn't want to give up his life as Usagi, and yet at the same time, he felt that his life as Pikachu was important too. Thankfully, using a wish from his Jeanie, he was able to split himself into two and return to his life as Pikachu, while remaining the Rabbit Wanderer. On occasion, Usagi would return to the mansion to visit with Leonardo, and at the same time, catch up with his other half.
Nanaki found his mate Denah, amongst the party goers. With help from Steven, he and Denah were airlifted to a canyon in the land of Oore which was later remodeled to become the new Cosmo Canyon, where They and their kind, as well as anyone wanting to return to the times before Pokemon training became the norm could live in peace.
Beast Boy rejoined the Teen Titans, who were actually compromised of people who had been changed in prior years into the Teen Titans - it's a bit confusing.
Ace and Shiron both became partners to Ash, so they'd protect him from any attempts on his life - after all, the Chosen One had many enemies.
The Doduo who was formerly Butch and Cassidy was seen in the forest, but never got captured in his lifespan.
Spyro, Cynder and their children were occasionally seen flying freely over the various Pokemon lands. Much like the Legendaries, they became merely the stuff of legends as some people were skeptical of their existence.
As Sableye promised, Frank Talbain was reunited with his brother Jon. While Sableye couldn't direct him to him himself, having passed on, Gengar gladly did this for him. The two brothers had much catching up to do - especially as Jon had a family, including a little boy, that Frank had never seen before.
Dawn the Succubus had made good on Mismagius's suggestion. She and her group of Succubi and Mancubi would come around every Halloween, ready to convert more Pokemon Coordinators to their cause.
Princess Sveta eventually founded a kingdom of sorts for Psychics and would help them to overcome their problems, so none of them would have to endure what she herself endured.
SavageLeomon stayed to guard his lady, Misty. He grew to consider her his niece, not knowing that that was what she was to begin with.
Tate would grow to be a link between Human and Pokemon, gladly helping people understand their Pokemon more. Whether that meant changing them or just interpreting for them depended on the person.
Noland returned to the Orange Archipelago, where he and Articuno soon were mated. Articuno became less of a problem after this, and Gengar took it upon himself to find women who would do the same for Moltres and Zapdos. After all, Lugia deserved a long vacation, didn't he?
Cilla and her Sisters became as famous as they were as humans for their cooking. They and their husbands opened up a resturaunt in place of the former one, and were enjoyed by all, not just women.
Many other people had also participated in the costume party, and all of them had changed as well. They had all gained new lives as Pokemon, Morphs, or what have you. And every Halloween, more partygoers would find their lives changed forever.
