A story for my friends  Shrike_Alvaron and  Niven!

A jolteon traveling through a forest, nothing wrong with that. Well... that is until the forest is inhabited by inflatable zombies...

I hope you all enjoy, I would love to hear what you all think! ^_^

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Shrike the jolteon happily walked down the path, the sun was high in the sky and the pokemon had never felt better. His goggles glinted in the light as he approached the forest that would lead him home, though as he entered the forest he could tell something was awry. Stepping in, an odd fog hovered through the air, it was green in color and Shrike just felt sick from the smell of it. It smelled oddly like latex, “Euch, what’s with this stuff?”

As the pokemon walked through the forest, he didn’t notice that his body had been changing as he had gone deeper and deeper. From the flesh body of a pokemon, his form had shifted into that of an inflatable. His solid quills now were dulled as they were formed into round tips.

His body started to squeak as his feet pressed against the ground, and the feeling of walking was dulled as his insides disappeared in exchange for that of just air. What the poor pokemon didn’t notice was that there were shadows moving in the forest, though he did notice what appeared to be air escaping from a balloon. “Is someone there?” He called out in confusion, glancing from side to side.
After nothing answered him, Shrike frowned. “Well... that’s more than a little creepy.” He muttered to himself before turning and walking on, more and more shadows started to move through the forest, towards the newly made inflatable.

Shrike knew something was up as he approached home, the gas got worse as he approached the center of the forest. It became thick, and the air was now full of the smell of latex. He squinted to see through the forest as a dark figure appeared before him, “Hello?” He asked, nervousness slowing his movements.

As the figure approached, Shrike could tell something was odd. The sound of air escaping grew loud as it grew near, and its body moved in a captivatingly disturbing way. The head was askew, and the legs moved shakily. “Are you alright?” Shrike whispered, as if nervous to hear the answer.

Then the creature ripped through the shadows and grasped onto Shrike’s body, the Jolteon shrieked in horror, but had no time to escape as he felt sharp teeth and claws rip through his exterior, the things mouth attached to his skin and he felt something putrid entering his body. He looked down at his paws and saw that he was see through, as if he were an inflatable, the air inside of the paw changed from clean to a green mist, Shrike felt sick and as another hole was ripped inside of him he started to deflate.

After a few moments, the inflatable touched the ground, clean of all of its air. The creature, walked away, having sated its hunger. The tattered remains of the jolteon were still, they fluttered for a few moments in the wind. From the side, another inflatable came up to him with a grin. It affixed its lips to Shrike’s holes and started to fill him with the air, slowly the Jolteon’s body started to reinflate, and patches started to grow over the holes though discolored.

But the color of the air inside was a fetid green, the inflatable’s teeth started to grow in sharp as the creature that had pulled it apart along with equally sharp claws, gone was the peaceful Shrike, there stood a zombie Shrike who now hungered for the clean air of an inflatable.

His eyes were white now, and his inflatable skin was covered with oddly colored patches. The zombie looked around, and thoughts of how many inflatables could be made from his hometown came to mind. The other zombies gathered around as he told them his idea, and they all started towards the town.

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It was a normal day in the town of Lilius, the inhabitants of the town were cheerfully going about their business. Tiran and Niven, members of team shining moon were sitting together at a cafe as they drank tea. The pair had just gotten back from a long mission, and were now just relaxing. As the pair glanced at the nearby forest, they saw an odd green mist leaking out of the forest. “What’s that?” Niven asked.

“I dunno...” Tiran said, the umbreon stood and started towards the gas along with some of the other villagers. As the gas traveled over them, they all wrinkled their noses as they smelled latex. It didn’t take long for all of the villagers to start to change, their bodies started to glisten as they changed from their solid furred forms into that of inflatables. “Whoa.” Tiran murmured, the umbreon murmured as he looked at his now inflatable paw. He prodded himself and giggled as his stomach gave way, “That’s awesome!”

Niven didn’t seemed as interested in the idea as his friend though, “Well then...” He muttered as his own skin changed into the inflated skin, “What’s happening?” He questioned, just as some shapes came charging out of the forest. The inhabitants were confused as shapes came pouring out of the forest towards their village, Tiran saw a goodra approaching them with a smile on his face willing to welcome them when he was suddenly pounced upon by one of the shapes and he saw the goodra’s form deflating.

“What in the?!” The umbreon shouted in confusion, and the rest of the village saw as well. A panic swelled in the pokemon and they all started to run to no avail, the pokemon were quickly taken down by a rush of oddly colored pokemon. Tiran and Niven sprinted away into a building, quivering in fright as the zombies rushed through the town. The pair awaited the onslaught to slow down as they hid in a closet, they had the door closed shut and they were quiet as they sat.

The two were getting used to their new bodies, they couldn't move too much as they found that their bodies started to squeak whenever they made drastic movements. Even inside the closet, the green fog floated in, and it made the pair feel sick. “This stuff is nasty...” Tiran muttered, and Niven couldn’t help but agree.

They heard screaming noises from outside as their friends were hunted down, and even a few times they heard some heart stopping pops. They realized that their friends were being popped by these creatures, after about an hour they felt brave enough to wander out. Carefully, Tiran pulled away the barricade they had set up and slipped out. They were lucky as the goodra from earlier, now a zombie, had its back turned to them as it looked for an inflatable to change. Ducking behind a counter, the pair glanced over nervously to look at the goodra.

It seemed to be very slim as if it were deflated, but that didn’t last long as a pikachu rushed by, completely abandoning its hiding place. The goodra pounced upon it, and ripped its side open with a sharp claw and sucked it dry. Niven gasped in horror as the pokemon flopped to the ground empty. The goodra patted its stomach, now full, but already the air was leaking out from holes in its side and it walked out, once again on the prowl for air.

For a moment, they thought it safe, but a fat slowbro walked over and shoved its mouth over the pikachu’s open hole and started to blow its green air into the pikachu. For a moment, it looked as if it weren’t working, but then the pikachu came back to life. Well, as close to life as a zombie could be. The pair saw that the pokemon’s eyes were now blank, and its face was hungry as it was inflated. But even after the slowpoke stopped breathing into it, it continued to expand until it was as fat as the slowpoke. “Its an inflator...” Tiran hissed.

“What?” Niven questioned his friend.

“Well, we have to name it something. The goodra, it sucked away all of the air, so I guess we can call it a deflator. And that slowbro is an inflator.”

Niven rolled his eyes, “That’s stupid.” But he filed away the names for later use as the pair stumbled away, now on the prowl to inflate some pokemon. Slipping out of the building, they saw that the village was now largely infested by zombie pokemon. They were behind a bush when they saw another jolteon, this one equipped with dangerously sharp claws and teeth, corner a flaffy. They watched as it took pleasure in poking his claw into the pokemon’s side.
But unlike the other, this zombie didn’t rip the side open to get to the air, it was careful that it didn’t rip it, instead there was an enormous popping noise as the inflatable burst into shreds. Niven and Tiran nearly gagged as the pokemon exploded, the jolteon snickered in pleasure as he wandered away in search of another. “Popper...” Niven hissed.

“Now who’s naming them?” Tiran snickered.

“Oh shut up... oh no!” Niven hissed.

“What?” But the umbreon didn’t get to ask anything else as a deflator dug his claw through his side, and Niven was able to escape just as his friend screamed out for help. “Let go of m... me...” Tiran muttered as a zombified Croconaw sucked out his air, Tiran moaned as he felt himself fading with his air being sucked away. “No...” He moaned before sinking to the ground, and for a moment he knew nothing.

The umbreon’s inflated skin sat on the ground for a few moments, no air in him he was non-existent. But a flareon wandered over, over inflated it whistled in excitement as it blew into Tiran’s skin. Tiran suddenly existed again, but he felt different, no longer was he afraid of the zombies. Why should he, he was one of them, he grinned as his claws grew sharp along with his teeth. The thought of popping an inflatable excited him, his wounds sealed up and he was alive again, though now he had a green hue that he didn’t have before.

The umbreon grinned in excitement as he smelled the air, he could smell the fresh living inflatables just begging to be popped.

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Niven had long left his friend, he felt guilty, but he knew that Tiran was finished. Sprinting away, the jolteon thought himself free, only to bounce off of a snorlax. IT looked down at him, and Niven knew he was done as the snorlax’s sharp claw pierced his paw. But Niven wasn’t going to give in that easily, so with a leaking paw the jolteon ran away towards the forest.

“I... won’t... be... changed!” But that dream was long lived, as a Mightyena latched onto his foot and sucked violently. Niven screamed out in pain for a moment before his body started to deflate. By the time the pokemon was done with his food, Niven was just a deflated skin. For long moments he was gone, before the slowbro lumbered over and blew into the jolteon’s skin.

He sighed in satisfaction as an inflator jolteon sat in front of him, patting his new extended green stomach, no longer did Niven want to run. Instead he wanted to impart the gift of infecting other pokemon with their fetid air.

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Shrike grinned in satisfaction as he and Tiran helped one another pop some pokemon, and soon all of the pokemon in the village were either popped or new zombies. They knew what they needed to do now that they’ve wiped out a village. They walked towards the forest, and towards their next village...