A young man wakes up in what appears to be a hospital bed and he finds himself as a Riolu who was shot in the shoulder. Confused, scared, and with no one he knows he must try to live his life as the way he is now and possibly find the people he once knew. If you enjoyed please leave a comment and let me know!(Note: Inspiration/aspects for this came from: I Became a Vulpix!

My friends and I are in the Kalos region trying to stop Cipher, which has been resurrected once again. They have stolen Pokemon from many Trainers to use in their Shadow Pokemon army-including my own. But it isn't easy for us to try and get them back. There are those that are after us, too. Why? Because of what we are. We aren't your average Trainers. We're Shifters.

A plague is spreading, a plague whispered about in back allies and on internet forums despite all attempts to keep it silent. Its victims are lucky if they're still human, luckier if they still remember their own name. Multiple Pokemon TFs