Thanks, everyone, for reviewing! *sniffle* You make me feel so special! You
people are so nice. 8_8 *glompies you all*
*showers you in confetti* Yayness! ^_^ You actually moved on to Chapter Two! I haven't frightened you away yet! Oh, and do forgive me if the last chapter sounded a bit rushed in places. It was 3:00 am, and I was tired! 8_8
Disclaimer: I haven't gotten any protests from Nintendo (who actually owns these characters, not me!) so I suppose it's legal. *looks around, paranoid* No one is coming to sue, yet. O_O;
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"Damn. The place never looked quite this big before." Marth mused, glancing around as he trotted along, struggling to keep up with Roy's long strides.
"I suppose we'll just have to check every single room, because I haven't the slightest where Dr. Mario could be." Roy said, sighing heavily. Marth sighed as well.
"Well, we should probably start with Peach and Pichu's room. Most likely they consulted him once they discovered they weren't in original form."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
So, the two turned, and started heading to the Pokemon dorms.
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Boing.
Boing.
Boing.
Roy watched, a smirk on his face, as his now rodentified friend struggled to reach the doorknob, jumping up as high as the tiny rat's form allowed, and making wild swings for it, but in vain. He was much too short.
Marth collapsed to the floor, panting.
"Dammit, Roy! Open the door for me!" he wheezed. "Why the hell does Pichu have a regular door, anyways? You'd think he'd have a custom-made one, like Pikachu's!" He gestured across the hall to the small door, perfectly sized and shaped to Pikachu's height. Roy rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you know those super-stars. Always want everything their way." he stated matter-of-factly, folding his arms over the huge breasts he now bore.
"Ah." Marth said, "Well, anyways, could you open the door for me, please?" He made his best pouty face. Roy snorted.
"No need to get all snively, man. I was gonna do it anyways." Roy said, reaching out and grasping the doorknob. Marth smiled knowingly.
"I know, I was just practicing, incase we have to stay in these bodies longer than expected, and, you know, something's not going my way or something?" He smiled innocently.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Cuteness isn't just a gift, Roy-kun. It's a weapon."
Roy snorted again, then pulled open the door. They were practically blown away by a screeching voice from within.
"PICHU, PICHUUUUUUUU!"
Marth stared in absolute shock and horror as he watched, helplessly, as his own body scampered around the room on all fours, clad only in boxers. Roy burst out into explosive laughter, and couldn't stop.
"Pichu! Pichu, stop that this instant! AH!!! My reputation! He's gonna ruin it! Dammit, Pichu, STOP!!!"
Pichu screeched to a halt, and promptly crashed into the wall. He immediately shook it off, upon seeing another Pichu standing in his doorway.
"Pichu?" he questioned, then cautiously slunk up to the clothes-wearing Pokemon, sniffing around it. His senses seemed to have somehow dulled as his body had suddenly changed. What a strange, amusing evolution.
(Author's note: Well, it would seem Pichu only thinks it has finally evolved. -_-; How stupid.)
Pichu cautiously poked at Marth with a finger, sniffling his fur. Roy had long since fallen to the floor, clutching his sides as he howled in laughter. Marth stood stiffly, seriously not amused.
"Pichu, I need to- PICHU!!!"
Pichu's short attention span had kicked in, and it was now prancing around the room, leaping on top of his bed and bouncing around gaily. Marth felt a vein visible bulge out of his forehead. What a little pain.
"PICHU PICHUUUUUUUU!" Pichu screamed, grabbing large handfuls of Marth's silky blue hair. "PICHU PI PI PICHU!!!"
(Translation: Lookie, Pichu only have fur on head! It feels so breezy!)
Pichu plopped down on the bed, spreading his long, slender legs before him. "Pichu Pi Pi Pichu chu. Pi chuuuuuuu Pichu."
(I am a freak of nature. Lookit my loooooooooooooong legs!)
Pichu kneeled over on the bed, and began shaking his rear at the people in the doorway. "(Lookie! Pichu has nice, muscular butt, but no tail!)" He ran his fingers down the thin, silky cloth of his boxers. "(See! Nice, tight butt!)"
Roy now had a pleasant nosebleed to go along with his laughter. Marth was shaking with rage.
"H-h-how DARE you feel my body so suggestively! Pichu, stop this at once!"
Pichu paused on examining his slender, iron hard arm muscles. "Pi?" He questioned, cocking his head slightly.
"You will not, and I repeat, WILL NOT ever be touching my ass like that, AGAIN, you little perverted rat! You hear me?!"
Pichu blinked, then looked down at his stomach. "(Lookie, Pichu have a six- pack!)" he squealed, poking himself, "(And a belly button! KAWAII!)"
Marth sighed, exasperated, then turned towards the door. "Come on, Roy. Dr. Mario obviously isn't in here."
Roy sat up, still giggling, wiping away tears and blood. "Man, Marth, that was so friggin' funny. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd shake your ass at me!"
Marth felt a slight blush spread beneath his fur. "Oh, shut up!" he screamed, dashing out of the room.
"Oi, Marth! Wait up!" Roy bounced to his feet, brushing tangled golden locks over his shoulder, and dashed after the once-so-proud prince, who was now shamed by the actions of his own body.
Pichu, left to himself, buried his face beneath his arm, and took a huge whiff. "(Pichu's armpits stink like onions.)" he muttered.
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Ta da! ^_^ *fanfare* There's chapter two! *Happy Dance* Poor Marth-sama. I'd be embarrassed, too! ^^; Next chapter, we investigate *dun dun DUN!* Peach's Room! *lightning flash* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! =D
So? Is it good so far? Should I continue on to chapter three? Stop and make some changes? I am very open to requests, even though I mostly have it all planned out. Review, but be nice. I bruise like a banana! 8_8
*showers you in confetti* Yayness! ^_^ You actually moved on to Chapter Two! I haven't frightened you away yet! Oh, and do forgive me if the last chapter sounded a bit rushed in places. It was 3:00 am, and I was tired! 8_8
Disclaimer: I haven't gotten any protests from Nintendo (who actually owns these characters, not me!) so I suppose it's legal. *looks around, paranoid* No one is coming to sue, yet. O_O;
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"Damn. The place never looked quite this big before." Marth mused, glancing around as he trotted along, struggling to keep up with Roy's long strides.
"I suppose we'll just have to check every single room, because I haven't the slightest where Dr. Mario could be." Roy said, sighing heavily. Marth sighed as well.
"Well, we should probably start with Peach and Pichu's room. Most likely they consulted him once they discovered they weren't in original form."
"Yeah, you're probably right."
So, the two turned, and started heading to the Pokemon dorms.
--~~*~~--
Boing.
Boing.
Boing.
Roy watched, a smirk on his face, as his now rodentified friend struggled to reach the doorknob, jumping up as high as the tiny rat's form allowed, and making wild swings for it, but in vain. He was much too short.
Marth collapsed to the floor, panting.
"Dammit, Roy! Open the door for me!" he wheezed. "Why the hell does Pichu have a regular door, anyways? You'd think he'd have a custom-made one, like Pikachu's!" He gestured across the hall to the small door, perfectly sized and shaped to Pikachu's height. Roy rolled his eyes.
"Oh, you know those super-stars. Always want everything their way." he stated matter-of-factly, folding his arms over the huge breasts he now bore.
"Ah." Marth said, "Well, anyways, could you open the door for me, please?" He made his best pouty face. Roy snorted.
"No need to get all snively, man. I was gonna do it anyways." Roy said, reaching out and grasping the doorknob. Marth smiled knowingly.
"I know, I was just practicing, incase we have to stay in these bodies longer than expected, and, you know, something's not going my way or something?" He smiled innocently.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Cuteness isn't just a gift, Roy-kun. It's a weapon."
Roy snorted again, then pulled open the door. They were practically blown away by a screeching voice from within.
"PICHU, PICHUUUUUUUU!"
Marth stared in absolute shock and horror as he watched, helplessly, as his own body scampered around the room on all fours, clad only in boxers. Roy burst out into explosive laughter, and couldn't stop.
"Pichu! Pichu, stop that this instant! AH!!! My reputation! He's gonna ruin it! Dammit, Pichu, STOP!!!"
Pichu screeched to a halt, and promptly crashed into the wall. He immediately shook it off, upon seeing another Pichu standing in his doorway.
"Pichu?" he questioned, then cautiously slunk up to the clothes-wearing Pokemon, sniffing around it. His senses seemed to have somehow dulled as his body had suddenly changed. What a strange, amusing evolution.
(Author's note: Well, it would seem Pichu only thinks it has finally evolved. -_-; How stupid.)
Pichu cautiously poked at Marth with a finger, sniffling his fur. Roy had long since fallen to the floor, clutching his sides as he howled in laughter. Marth stood stiffly, seriously not amused.
"Pichu, I need to- PICHU!!!"
Pichu's short attention span had kicked in, and it was now prancing around the room, leaping on top of his bed and bouncing around gaily. Marth felt a vein visible bulge out of his forehead. What a little pain.
"PICHU PICHUUUUUUUU!" Pichu screamed, grabbing large handfuls of Marth's silky blue hair. "PICHU PI PI PICHU!!!"
(Translation: Lookie, Pichu only have fur on head! It feels so breezy!)
Pichu plopped down on the bed, spreading his long, slender legs before him. "Pichu Pi Pi Pichu chu. Pi chuuuuuuu Pichu."
(I am a freak of nature. Lookit my loooooooooooooong legs!)
Pichu kneeled over on the bed, and began shaking his rear at the people in the doorway. "(Lookie! Pichu has nice, muscular butt, but no tail!)" He ran his fingers down the thin, silky cloth of his boxers. "(See! Nice, tight butt!)"
Roy now had a pleasant nosebleed to go along with his laughter. Marth was shaking with rage.
"H-h-how DARE you feel my body so suggestively! Pichu, stop this at once!"
Pichu paused on examining his slender, iron hard arm muscles. "Pi?" He questioned, cocking his head slightly.
"You will not, and I repeat, WILL NOT ever be touching my ass like that, AGAIN, you little perverted rat! You hear me?!"
Pichu blinked, then looked down at his stomach. "(Lookie, Pichu have a six- pack!)" he squealed, poking himself, "(And a belly button! KAWAII!)"
Marth sighed, exasperated, then turned towards the door. "Come on, Roy. Dr. Mario obviously isn't in here."
Roy sat up, still giggling, wiping away tears and blood. "Man, Marth, that was so friggin' funny. I never thought I'd see the day when you'd shake your ass at me!"
Marth felt a slight blush spread beneath his fur. "Oh, shut up!" he screamed, dashing out of the room.
"Oi, Marth! Wait up!" Roy bounced to his feet, brushing tangled golden locks over his shoulder, and dashed after the once-so-proud prince, who was now shamed by the actions of his own body.
Pichu, left to himself, buried his face beneath his arm, and took a huge whiff. "(Pichu's armpits stink like onions.)" he muttered.
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Ta da! ^_^ *fanfare* There's chapter two! *Happy Dance* Poor Marth-sama. I'd be embarrassed, too! ^^; Next chapter, we investigate *dun dun DUN!* Peach's Room! *lightning flash* MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! =D
So? Is it good so far? Should I continue on to chapter three? Stop and make some changes? I am very open to requests, even though I mostly have it all planned out. Review, but be nice. I bruise like a banana! 8_8