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Radda the Mareep sets off to enjoy some time at his Uncle Bill’s house, but quickly finds that the place is all but empty. Between the chores that need doing in his uncle’s stead and the odd menagerie of science and experimentation, the Mareep soon finds himself left to any device but his own—and when a Regiskype call goes wrong, the empty house only promises to get more crowded.
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Mannoth
So! This story was written over a period of six weeks, one stream a week, with copious amounts of silly and help from those who stopped regularly by my streams! Heck. I mean, the regulars of said streams star in this story after all! It took a hell of a long time but it is done! Thanks to all of you who showed up and especially big thanks to
Mannoth
KingDead
RWolf5
Balina
V_D_O
march-dragon
PREVIOUS
Clicks and clacks of plastic keys could be heard under the Milchamp’s fingertips. “Hey Alex. ARCANINES.”
The RegiSkype icon for VDO immediately popped to life. A cutey saberyena icon popped up on screen. “WHERE?!”
“Here!” Stepping back from the messaging terminal, Balina placed a smooch on one of her bulging pink biceps. Dragging this thing back to the lab had been the best damn idea she had had all day. Minus the skid marks that led from the living room all the way to the lab but meh. Sacrifices for science and all that. Besides, she could just as easily wave it off and blame it on KingDead. While she waited for AbraAir to load up she wandered over to the PokeFusion… PokeFuser? She’d figure out some sort of name for it. Balina went to the thing and did the deed. “Second choice will be Arcanine, of course.” The Arcanine sprite bounced up and down front and center on both screens just begging to be selected.
Relocating contact “VDO” to current coordinates…
Conversation shall commence in 0.4 seconds…
“Ooof!” A saberyena flew out from the terminal and tumbled roughly towards the PokeFusion whatever. Eyes bobbing about in his fluffy and disheveled head, Alex scanned his surroundings for floof as he pushed himself up and onto his feet. “B-b-but I was promised Arcanines!” he moaned at the distinct lack of fire dogs populating his surroundings. “Also this is not my house.”
“Ignore that! Even if you have been kidnapped that’s not important!” She shooshed and shushed the saberyena. “We are here because Arcanines! And soon, very soon, their time will come!” Balina waved the teefyena over while he gained his bearings.
Alex hmmed and scratched at one of his two saberteeth. “Even so… who are you?”
Balina mooed in irritation. “Arcanines!”
“But-”
“Just get over here!” The Milchamp clamped a pink palm around one his fluffy wrists and dragged him towards Bill’s chamber. “Look, I’m trying to be expeditious here. Everything is all set up. All you need to do is tell me-”
The saberyena winced. “Oh come now, I’m not that fanatical as to just walk into this unquestioningly! Who are you and why am I here? I want to knooooooooh is that an Arcanine?” Standing on his padded tiptoes, Alex snuck a glance at the adorable Arca-icon bouncing along one of the screens bolted into the side of the glass before him.
A mischievous grin spread wide across the Milchamp’s mug. “Suuuuuure is! I can help you meet one, in the flesh and fluff, if you do me two teensy tiny favors.” Balina stifled a cackle when she observed her latest subject nod reluctantly. “I need you to tell me what your favorite Pokemon, that isn’t Arcanine, is! A daunting and difficult inquiry, I know.” She flicked a keratin fingertip along one of the screens. A steady train of sprites flickered by.
“How does that have anything aww look at the cutey Flareon!” Alex’s stripey tail wagged gently behind him as the Eeveelutions whisked by and faded out of view.
“That’ll do it,” Balina smirked to herself when she dragged the Fire-Type fox back up and tapped the screen.
PLEASE SELECT SECOND POKEMON
She dutifully did so and activated the Arcanine on the second screen. Fingers steepled together, Balina moo-hoo-hooed and made no effort to conceal her suspicious satisfaction with the choices she had all but made for Alex.
The saberyena worriedly cocked a brow and slid his fluffy feets back along the tiled floor.
“Moooohoohooo! Moooo. Moo. Ahem.” Balina pounded her two right fists against her chest and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Oh don’t be like that! It’s… allergies.”
“BEEBEEBEE!” Yet another Ledyba bumbled into and out of the open-air lab. Clumps of pollen and plant matter drifted down from its thin legs as it bopped against the walls and ceiling before zipping on back out. The rain of petals and pollen coated errant wires in a fine flowery dusting. Balina achooed and made an effort to sniffle and snuffle to sell it.
Alex hmmed. “That was oddly convenient. But, if you say so!” His fluffy ears perked to attention as the cracked glass cylinder came to a squeaking stop up high amongst the plastic arteries that draped down from the ceiling. “Ohhh is that a teleporter?” The saberyena gasped at the implications. “And it’ll take me to a realm, no, universe populated entirely with fluff? Arcanines and Flareons as far as existence will permit?!”
Balina blinked repeatedly. She pursed her lips, nodded her head, and swished her fingers so as to direct him towards the chamber. “Your words not mine. But sure! If that’s what you have to tell yourself.”
“Waaaait.” The saberyena planted his weight upon his leg after taking all of a single step forward. He came to a halting stop and frowned at the Milchamp. “That sounds too silly and suspicious, even for me!”
“Hurry, the gate will close any second! Your once in a lifetime opportunity is about to pass!” Teeth clamped together, she discretely made whirring noises and kicked at a thick wire humming with warmth and energy behind her.
Hair of his long fluffy mane standing up on end, Alex meeped. “Noooooooooo!” Shoving the Milchamp aside, he rushed into what would become the chamber’s center and stamped his paws down. The scorched tiles at his feet, pocked with burns both black and green, cracked and depressed around him. “Hurry!” Fussing and tutting and twiddling his fingers against his saberteefs, the saberyena reached up and tried to tug the glass container down towards him.
TUNK
Back turned to Pokefusion to be, Balina hmmed. The razzle and dazzle of it all had long since lost its grandeur and glory as arcs of electricity that lurched back and forth between the color wheel shot past her. “Alrighty so Flareon and Arcanine. My money is on… Flareonine.” Clapping her hands together, she whirled around to, hopefully, confirm her theory.
FLAREONINE CREATED
“Oooh! Hadn’t even noticed it displayed that after the fact.” Wiggling her pink hips side to side Balina couldn’t help but be delighted by her scientific prowess! She’d spent all of an hour with this completely alien device and had already unraveled some of the logic behind it! What to deduce next though? The Milchamp cupped her chin in her palm and closed her eyes. Surely there was a rhyme or reason to the makeup and composition of these fusions. Perhaps this latest fusion would yield some-
Balina’s eyes went wide when she dared to flip those peepers open and gaze upon Alex’s new form. A toothy Arcasmile shot back at her as the glass struggled to pull itself back up over his bloated and fluffy form. What hairline cracks already coursed through its structure splintered out when the Flareonine’s form bulged out against it with every unintended flex or wriggle.
“W-what the? The last Arcanine fusion was nowhere near that massive!” The Milchamp mooed in irritation and tapped at her forehead. Combined, the mass of an Arcanine and Ursaring clearly should have outclassed that of an Arcanine and Flareon! Groaning, she rubbed at her temples as the Pokefusion device released the newly made Fire-type out into the wild with a pop.
Ripples of energy and upturned tiles coursed through the floor as Alex dropped down from the comfy-cozy confines of what had most certainly turned out to not be a teleporter. “Oooof!” His deep syrupy voice rattled the room as he rose to his feet. Or tried to. He grunted when his head poked through the ceiling tiles and he was forced to hunch over much like the Milchamp’s previous data point. “I… I didn’t get to see fluff. I BECAME fluff!”
All four arms thrown up into the air, Balina stormed off out of the lab. “There’s always next time to try and make sense of this thing.”
Alex eeeeeed and shyly rubbed his hands over his hugenormous and fluffdefining form. The orange furred and black striped canine had acquired wreaths of cream colored fur that wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Biting into his lips, he couldn’t help but pat at his head. A mane, luxurious and supple to the touch, smothered his neck and shoulders. It all but buried his pointed orange ears and draped down his back where it all but vanished into his tail. A tail, he was delighted to discover upon wagging it, that matched him in length and width!
“Good, good!” he growled to himself as he scratched at what little of himself that was not smothered with fluff. He supposed the black furred abs were nice. He tilted his head down. Hmm and mountainous pecs being pricked by his saberteefs were none too shabby either but… hmmff! All that real estate wasted on not fluff! Maybe that mischievous Milchamp could fix that? “Excuse me? Crazy cow lady?” Alex grunted as spots of green overcame his vision and he dropped to his knees.
“Oooooog…” His fingers and knees simply sank into the ground, tiles cracking and reshaping themselves around his limbs and digits. Those colossal canine teeth of his grit themselves together when he felt his back press against the ceiling and displaced tiles and light fixtures crashed down around him. He huffed and puffed as he regained both his breath and vision. “Darn Milchamp trying to slow me down with growth spurts!” Alex huffed, his very voice causing a sizeable portion of the room above him to creak and dip down towards him. Flopping down onto his belly he crawled after the one that would dare to deny him further fluff! “Woop. Wouldn’t want to forget you.” A swish of his tail that engulfed the entire lab shook free the Pokefusion device. Strands of cream colored fur sticking out from between its circuits and the cracks in the glass it advertised that it had certainly seen better days. “Fluffffffffff. I demand more fluffffff!” he bellowed as he simply barreled through walls, wiring, and furniture in his pursuit for Balina.
Hands cupped over his sheepy snoot, Radda couldn’t bear to watch as KingDead brought it upon himself to solve their Ledyba troubles. Even if this was but a forgotten and empty storage room tucked back into Bill’s bunker the Mareep doubted that made this any better.
“MEGA…PUNCH!” Sending a meaty fist wallward, the reinforced steel wrapped itself around the Arcaring’s fist before teetering back to reveal the overgrown lawn outside. “It’s all in the delivery! Mouthing out the sound effects makes my regular punches, and apparently my Pokepunches too, all the more powerful!” Knees scuffling against the ground, KingDead rested his hands on his hips once more as a refreshing breeze blew in from the newly made window. As if on cue, his cape took to fluttering.
Buzzing, humming, and the thrumming of wings died off as the last of the Ledyba flittered out of the lab into the tall stalks of grass swaying gently before them.
Jesse couldn’t help but clap and applaud the display of herculean heroics which prompted embarrassed blushes and bows from the Arcaring. “All in a day’s work, citizens!” KingDead proudly proclaimed.
“Thank you KingDead,” the Mareep mumbled from between his fingers. Why the wolf was now a fire dog-bear thing, and more importantly, here in Bill’s house, weighed heavily on his mind. This was probably Balina’s doing. This probably also indirectly his fault for letting her meander about and experiment to her moofy heart’s content. Jesse he could write off easily enough.
“Oh goodness, you are suddenly an Electric-Fighting type and have abruptly materialized in my faux-uncle’s home? No need to explain! Here. Help me shoo around some Bug-types,” he mused to himself. “Maybe I’ll get lucky this time. Maybe if I just ignore all this as hard as I can this’ll all just work itself out! I mean,” the sheepy parted his fingers to sneak a peek and sigh. KingDead had ripped down a piece of the wall and was in the process of autographing it for his adoring Machu fan. “If I react to this, at all, it’ll only just encourage further silliness.” Letting out a resolute bleat, Radda stood his ground.
CRUMBLEGRUMBLE
At least he tried to until it slid out from under him. Tiles crumpled up beneath them like an accordion, Radda found himself tossed back against the thankfully empty walls. Jesse and KingDead groaned beside him.
“Fluuuuuuuufffff?” A deafening and thunderous bellow rattled the trio to their core as the hallways, ceilings, and walls before them simply crumbled away. In their place a particularly floofy, poofy, and gargantuan Arcanine’s face stared down at them.
“Radda!” the saberteefed canine gleefully growled. All of an instant later the Mareep felt himself tumble violently back before finding himself wedged between tufts of grass and a big black doggy nose. “I was wanting some more fluff for myself… but yours will do nicely!” The guttural giggles this fearsome creature let loose could be felt in the reepsheep’s bones.
Jesse meeped as he too found himself buried under the doggie nuzzles. KingDead grrrred loudly and pushed back against the offending snuggler. The beary baracanine panted and resisted for all he was worth. “B-begone, you huggy homewrecker!” Reaching out to his sides, he frantically flailed out at those poor Pokemon! “Gotcha!” he howled in relief as he pulled both the sheep and Machu to safety. Arms wrapped tightly around them, his body throbbed and pulsed with heroic energies.
“Fluffffffff!” Equipping his angry eyebrows, the irritated Arcabeast surged towards those who would dare refuse his snuggles!
The Arcaring leapt back, Radda and Jesse cupped close against his powerful pecs, and stared down the fluffmonster. A familiar green aura seethed off KingDead’s form and the grassy ground gave way beneath his exponentially increasing size and weight. “Wait a minute… you’re no monster! You’re just an Arcanine!” Head cocked to his side, the fellow Fire-type regarded this development with uncertainty.
“Well. Yeah!” Rising to his feet, his padded heels crushing the backside of Bill’s house beneath them, Alex brushed off his chest. “Just like you are! Which is why we must snug, it is a matter of principle! Our fluff cannot remain apart.” Arms at his sides, the Flareonine whipped his house shaming tail behind him. Ferocious gales of wind kicked up behind him that threatened to rip the shingles off of what remained of Bill’s bunker. “I cannot allow it!” He ooged once more as his amber eyes briefly flared green.
KingDead gasped as he found himself swallowed up in his newly deemed Arcantagonist’s shadow. “You fiend! Not only do you threaten to outfluff me but you outgrow me? With my own powers?! We’ll see about that!” Hmmphhhing and grumping loud enough to rattle free boulders from the surrounding mountainside, the Arcaring cupped the helpless Machu and Mareep in the palm of a broad hand.
“Sorry friends.” His words washed over them like a wave as they practically tumbled back into the wrinkled valleys creasing his gloves. “But you simply aren’t snuggly or sizeable enough to oppose him! You’ll be safe here.” Bringing his hand against his chest, he deposited them deep into the expansive fields of cream colored fur that ran down between his pecs beneath his suit. He pat gently at his chest to assure their safekeeping before adopting a battle pose. “Do your worst! This snuggly strife is nothing to-OOOF!”
Alex opened with a Tackle attack. Leaping forward and wrapping his arms around the Arcaring’s waist, he buried his muzzle into that ringed belly and ferociously nuzzled it. “Fluffffffff!”
“Mmmfff!” Cheeks puffed out, reddened and holding back giggles, KingDead did his best to resist! “O-oh yeah?” Hands clasped tight around the Flareonine’s puffy shoulders, he rolled him off to the side. “Let’s see you handle my, patent-pending, Bulk-Up bearhug!”
Fists clenched, the Arcaring inhaled as much air as his lungs would allow. Loosened shingles, pebbles, and uprooted strands of grass found themselves sucked up into his depthless doggy nostrils while his chest expanded out. Clenching his fists tight, KingDead surged outwards. His arms, biceps, and chest overflowed up and out and to the sides as more muscle than they could handle piled onto their frames. Rendered wider than he was tall the Fire-type effortlessly lifted up the Flareonine into the air. “Bulk-Up…” KingDead released his grip and tossed his arms out to their sides. For all of a moment, Alex sat there airborne and in awe. “Bearhuggggggggggg!” The Arcaring brought his arms together like a vice and crushed Alex between them. A vacuum of air formed around the duo as all the air from the surrounding mountains hurtled down at nearly subsonic speeds and flattened the fields around them, pulled in by the very motion of KingDead’s hug.
The snuggliest, cuddliest, most crushingest of hugs he, or any Arcanine or Arcanine-fusion to have ever live, had experienced overwhelmed Alex! “Flu..Fluf…flufffffff,” he mumbled quietly as his head tilted back and he threatened to go down for the count.
“Shit, that’s right.” Balina scrambled over the rubble, refuse, insulation, glass, and wiring that had accumulated on the lab floor in layers. “I dragged this stupid thing in here to save myself the trip!” It didn’t matter that this place was collapsing around her. Or that there were Pokaijus out back cuddling each other into submission. She would not abandon this glorious, if not frustrating, fusion device. The Milchamp slapped a hand against the side of the terminal as it dimmed. Sparks of static shot out from the cracks in wooden desk beneath the monitor while she furiously clacked at the keyboard. “This thing’s on its last legs…” She grunted as she eyed RegiSkype’s faded interface just barely holding onto life.
-March-dragon
-Mannoth
Two contacts remained to experiment on, both of them sporting green background behind their icons to indicate their availability. But how… how how how would she choose! “Oh. Wait a minute.” A couple more clacks of the keyboard resulted in the creation of a conversation group. “Just invite one then the other…”
RaddaReep added Mannoth, March--dragon
RaddaReep says:
Two for one, coming right up!
Mannoth says:
Whuh?
March-dragon is typing…
Stepping back from the terminal, Balina held out her arms to catch the incoming Zangoose and dragon. Wouldn’t want to sully the quality of her samples by having them scuff upon the floor after all. “Greetings and salutations, yadda yadda,” The Milchamp twisted two of her wrists about in a circular motion as she belted through her spiel. “Chance of a lifetime, something something transition, what kind of Pokemon do you want to become?”
Behind her, a loud pop sounded out. A curved and rectangular chunk of glass popped out of its monitor and the smooth plastic shell that remained wheezed smoke. So much for a return trip. Balina simply shrugged and focused her attention elsewhere.
Mannoth papped at his plushy, fluffy, and flannelled form. “…I already am one?” The Zangoose replied.
“Well think of another one,” Balina snooted back as she sauntered over to the cracked and faltering fusion device. By now the dual monitors hanging along the side of the curved glass had accumulated a fair number of dead pixels. Where she had most furiously dragged her fingers along the responsive crystals smothered between layers of gel and plastic, the colors had begun to fade.
The Zangoose turned to the purple dragon beside him, clad in a plain red shirt and grey jeans, and shrugged. He received much the same response in return.
“Is there any reason why you… you would call this a kidnapping right?” March turned to his Zangoose compatriot who slowly nodded in agreement. The dragon nodded, his long black hair brushing over the purple fins that extended out from the side of his head.
Mannoth quietly tiptoed in between the mess of wiring, glass, ceiling tiles, insulation, and plaster littering the floor as March casually questioned their captor. It might have been rude to ditch the dragon but he couldn’t claim to be all that interested as to the what, why, and how behind his captivity.
“Mooooooo many questions! Too. Moo? Eh, close enough.” Balina tossed her hands up in the air as she slapped at the sides of the monitors when they fizzled and threatened to futz out. “You like…” she fumbled for words as she gesticulated at the winged reptile. “…Dragons right? Of course you do. Everyone does.”
Purple scaled hands clasped over his horned and pointed mouth. “Oop, sorry! Wait.” He narrowed his gaze and slowly unfurled his fingers. Courtesy probably wasn’t necessary given the circumstances. But still… March couldn’t help but bob his head up and down. This multi-armed mooing cow lady wasn’t wrong. It certainly helped that he was one, after all!
“What would I say to you if I offered you the change to become the most…” The Milchamp sincerely doubted the English language was built to be bent as backwards and broken as she needed it to be but she was anything but concerned with the means behind her experiments at this point. “The most… dragon-iest of dragons to ever dragon? Double the dragon, double the power?”
“The most draconic of dragons?” March uncertainly offered in correction.
“You heard me.” Two hands resting on her hips and the other two patting her on the shoulders the Milchamp couldn’t help but beam with pride. Awww yeah. She managed to twist a single word into a noun, verb, and adjective!
Struck and alarmed at his lacking potential as a dragon, March gently scratched at a scaly wrist. “H-hey now I am plenty dragon enough as it is!” He shrunk back and tucked his neck against his chest when he heard the pokemorph moo at his dismissively. A pitiful rawr slipped free from his mouth as he flapped his wings gently behind his back.
“Tsk tsk tsk… only 100% Dragon? Amateur hour over here! You could be 200% easy!” Balina tipped and tapped gently at the screens. To her pleasant delight, then immediate frustration, two search bars creaked down from the top of the screen. After an agonizing wait she filtered her search by Dragon-Type and spun through the reduced number of sprites.
The pitifully purebred dragon snorted and grumpily crossed his arms about his chest. “That’s not how math works and you know it!”
“Oh is it now? You could be pure Dragonite and Rayquaza! Kingdra and Altaria! More dragon than any other dragon to have ever dragoned!”
March furiously shook his head side to side. “T-that’s not how that works! You can be one or the other not both!”
Rock hard fingertips twiddled against the glass. At least they did until the cracks splitting through the clear crystalline surface begin to arc out ever further. “That’s where you’d be wrong. Why not step inside this magical device and find out hmm?” Impatience giving way to pointed teasing, the Milchamp mooed and flit her fingers across both screens at once. “Haxorus, Salamence, Garchomp… ooh. Moohoohoo that got your attention didn’t it?”
Embarrassed huffs could be heard puffing free from March’s maw. “A-a-and Flygon too, maybe?” Those purple scaled cheeks flared red when the Milchamp donned a wicked grin and made it so.
GARCHOMP SELECTED
FLYGON SELECTED
PLEASE-
Sparks spat out from the screens in fits and spurts. That… that was new. “I think I’m going to have to question the quality of my results from here on out,” Balina hmmed to herself as she tapped at frozen sprites on the screen. She acked and stepped back as a shower of electricity hissed at her.
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“Huh. Well! Good thing that’s not me going in there.” The hum and whirrs of electric motors could be heard from up overhead yet the chamber remained motionless. Dipping to her knees, the multi-armed Milchamp gripped at the glass and with minimal effort lifted it up along its pathing. “Step on in there, whoever it is you are!”
“March,” the dragon shyly offered back as he reeled with embarrassment. H-he was plenty dragon enough as it was! He rawred and stomped and flew and dragoned like the best of them! Still though… shoulders slumping, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be even more dragonic! Err draconic. The most ferocious of dragons, Garchomp! And the most graceful and svelte, Flygon! He would be all that and more!
Ducking his head, March slunk under the raised glass and twiddled his toes against the floor. It depressed, or tried to, under his weight before locking into place. “Hmm. Wait how is this going to work again?” He scratched at his chin and dragged a clawed finger along his scaly scutes. “Probably should have asked this ahead of time now that I think about it.”
“Probably,” Balina chimed in as she slapped a hand against the side of a screen to kick the process along. A low, thunderous, and piercing ring emanated from the chamber as the floor beneath it buckled and arcs of energy and electricity lashed out at the dilapidated and ruined walls. Molten scars were left in its wake as a light, equal parts green and purple, pulsed out from machine.
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Manic grin spread wide upon her face, Balina stood before what was to be her latest creation unafraid. “Shoot!” She snapped her fingers loud enough to drown out the lightning angrily whisking by. “Forgot to guess what name that thing’d come up with. Ehh, I have a large enough pool of samples to work with as it is.” She tilted her head to the side and narrowly avoided being roasted. Flakes of ash flit down from her pink furred cheek as she brushed away some singed hair. “Now what will you be? More Garchomp than Flygon? Or more Flygon than Garchomp?”
The shockwaves belted out from the device grew in frequency. The Milchamp’s hair waved behind her wildly. “Wait that’s right…” Light seeped forth from the chamber and spilled out through the cracks. An amorphous blob of energy filled the room, contorting and reshaping itself. “He lit up at the mention of Garchomp!” she slammed a curled fist against an open palm.
The entity before her adorned itself with sharp and cutting limbs, each of them striped and adorned with horns.
“More Garchomp than Flygon it is,” Balina hmmmed in delight as March’s maw parted, the warm air exhaled from the depths of his throat cutting along the rows of razor sharp teeth lining his gums. She tilted her head back to a 90 degree angle just to try and take him all in as his head, broad back, and angular wings punched up and up and up on through the ceiling and then the sky. “Never would have guessed the physical appearance all came down to personal preference…” she hummed as she tapped a finger against her fluffy chin.
Her hair blew back the other way as a deafening roar shook what plaster remained off the walls and the newly christened Gargon basked in his newfound dragon-ness. “Shame that thing is all but trashed now,” Balina sighed to herself as she surveyed what remained of the room. Still. It wasn’t like she was going to leave empty-handed. Arms curled back behind her head, head resting against her palms, she contentedly strolled off and out of Bill’s abode. Right around where a wall would have been all of an hour ago.
Panting, KingDead released his most powerful snuggle attack on the Flareonine. Hearts visibly fluttering from out of his mane, the fluffy foe conceded defeat and flopped back onto the mountain range that stretched from Cerulean City to the Indigo Plateau. “Phew! My snuggliest, cuddliest, and fluffiest battle yet!” Rockslides and earthquakes beset the nearby mounds of rock that only came up to his knees. Destruction radiated out from the colossal canine, carrying along his booming spoken word.
“Fl-fl-fluffffff…” Alex moaned tiredly as he tried to reach out to his fellow Arca-fusion for one last cuddle.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, the Arcaring inhaled deeply and savored the smell of victory. Low flying clouds and plumes of dust rising up from the flattened mountain range were drawn towards his black wet doggy nostrils. “Fear not, citizens!” He waved down at the Elite Four’s headquarters, a pebble sized slab of carved rock nestled in a flat patch of land amongst the rocky terrain. “I may have just bearly won, but dogged determination saw your huggly hero to victory!”
The groans in response carried on for miles, much to KingDead’s disappointment.
“Aww… I thought it was pretty good.” He brought a padded finger up to his chesty fluff and scratched at it playfully. It may have been muffled but those sure sounded like bleats and cheers and hoorays for a job well done from his faithful fans. “D’awwww thanks you two!” Neck tucked in against his chest, he nuzzled and booped his supportive sheepy and Machu specks.
THOOM
“W-what the?!” KingDead barked as he found himself bounced off the ground by a tremendous rumble. Visible shockwaves carried across the mountaintops, shearing off their pointed tips and flattening them into dust with every pulse. Grunting, he positioned himself in front of Indigo Plateu and his fallen foe to shield them both from the waves of destruction.
BOOMTHOOMDOOM
“Rawwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrr!” A shy but thunderously gleeful giggle sounded out from the MegaMacro Gargon obscuring the horizon soon afterwards. Where there was once a blue bit cloudy sky there was now only alternating bands of purple. “So this is what it’s like to be the dragonest of dragons!” Diamond-shaped wings extended, March hmmed in delight as he stretched out his limbs adorned with horns. Shark fin like protrusions extended out from his arms, back, and legs and generated vacuums of air that carved at the rocky landscape.
Gasping, the Arcaring tilted his maned head back and tried to look his newfound antagonist in the eye! Mmmfff. Eye level with those pointed toes, he struggled to see up past his scaly foe’s yellow striped belly. “Hey now! Not even I’m that bad! Grrr…” Who did this bigcomer think he was? Stomping on in here and wrecking up the place? “Hey!” Hands cupped around his muzzle, KingDead shouted up at the newcomer. “I don’t know who you are, but around here villains and heroes alike are silly and for show! Who do you think you are stomping and romping and smashing about?” The Arcaring clenched his fists as the Gargon continued to gleefully inspect himself and his utterly hugenormous form. “Hey!” KingDead bellowed at him once more to no avail.
“Oh that does it! Hang on sheepy!” A familiar aura ensnaring his form, KingDead’s fluffy form bulked up and out. Those pillars of rock, the mountains that scraped at the sky and came up to the hero’s knees, exploded into dust as they faded to nothing beneath the underside of his padded toes. His voice ratcheted up in decibel as his octave plummeted and the Arca-fusion swelled beyond belief. Kneeling down, he plucked up Alex’s konked out form between two padded fingers and stuffed him into his black furred belly fluff for safe keeping.
“Fluuuuuuuuuuuff…” Alex gleefully giggled as he nuzzled and cuddled into that Arcabelly.
Nestled deep within a forest of KingDead’s fluff, individual strands of hair rivaling skyscrapers in size, Radda sighed as Jesse gawked and gushed over his ever swelling idol. “Even when I know these things will end poorly ahead of time, I still manage to be surprised at just how off the rails they can get.” He bahhed tiredly and wondered what Poke-deity would have to stop by this time around to fix things up after everything had run its course. Oh wait.
“I can initiate that deus-ex machina on my own, can’t I?” Hand shoved deep into his wool, Radda fetched out Bill’s letter once more. His eyes drifted down to the bottom of the letter where the Eevee had left his phone number.
For the inhabitants of Indigo Plateau, the sky went from purple to black as an Arcasole spilled out across the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, and smooshed them deep between warm fleshy wrinkles. It was much the same for Cerulean and the surrounding suburbs, lakes and all, were pulled up and mooshed into those Arcafeets for safe keeping. As were Pewter City and the entirety of Mt. Moon.
“RaaawwwwrOOOFFF!” March acked as he was knocked back by the titanic Arcaring. Shaking his head, two long curved white horns pointing out from the top of his skull, the Gargon collected his senses. “W-woah now!” He furrowed his brows, a star shaped patch of yellow wrinkling along his forehead. The Mega, in size, Gargon growled. His guttural displeasure rumbled out and upended the land around them for miles. “I’m stomping here!” he indignantly replied. Eyes lidded with thick red lenses, March dragged his arm out along the length of his body and gesticulated at the land around them. The gust of wind kicked up by the action flattened both mountains and forests, no longer capable of reaching up to the undersides of either Pokefusion’s toes. It was unlikely either one would notice though. Given that the surrounding land was reduced to little more than colored splotches at their feet. “Find your own continent to tread on!”
Letting loose another rawr, March charged forward at the Arcaring! Wings flapping, clouds vaporizing with their rise and fall, he slammed into KingDead! Or tried to. The Arcafusion simply caught the Gargon in his grip as he slowly was pushed back against the increasingly ambiguous landmasses. Grunting, March tried to tug free from the burly biceps curled around him. Trapped tightly between walls of orange and black furred muscle the purest of Dragon-Types couldn’t help but notice the soft green glow surrounding his fluffy prison.
“N-noooo! I was barely the biggest for all of five minutes!” Scratching and thrashing against the warmth and floof all around him, March struggled to break free.
“Hmmph.” Filling out nearly as wide as he was tall, the bara bulkcanine effortlessly squeezed the now comparatively harmless dragon between a bicep. “I’ve been at this long enough to know this isn’t worth pursuing any further. At this rate I’ll destroy the world, not save it!” He shook the Gargon for good measure to get his point across that this wasn’t a fight that he was interested in continuing, much to the dragon’s rawring and gnashing displeasure. The Arcaring snorted softly, restoring some of the atmosphere waved away by that unruly little dragon’s tirade earlier. For now, all he had to do was wait for some sort of convenient deus ex machina to come and fix everything up.
“Hopefully that doesn’t take too long,” he rumbled. His breath spread out across the entirety of Kanto, kicking up windstorms and the regular kinds of storms all across the continent. “Hehe, oops.”
Curiosity aroused, Mannoth padded on up to the remnants of Bill’s lab with his phone held out before him like a flashlight. He was intending on bolting, truly, he was! But all that rumble and grumble and tumble and lightning shooting out earlier had drawn his attention. “Fusions, huh?” The Zangoose steepled his fingers. While he was content as could be as a Zangoose, he had always felt… lacking. Like something was missing.
“You’re still here?”
The kitty-mongoose’s tail stood on end at the inquiry from a familiar sounding source.
Rolling her shoulders, Balina grunted and waved at him with all four arms. “I mean. Rude as it was for one of my data points to wander off it’s not like it mattered. I sincerely doubt that thing has any juice left in it.”
Mewling and bluhhing up a storm, Mannoth fussed and fretted. “W-well why are you still here? You bolted yourself!”
“Yeah. Well. I tried to. At least until the sky became feet. Kinda puts a damper on any and all escape plans.” She flicked a thumb up towards the pitch black padded sky that radiated warmth. Every so often the wrinkles coursing through it would scrunch.
Mannoth rolled his eyes. He guessed that was as good a reason as any. “Welllll… if you must know.” The Zangoose carefully tiptoed his way through the wreckage and down to the craterous indent the chamber had come to rest in. “Seeing that dragon dude swell on up and up straight into a Mega Garchomp and beyond got me thinking. If this thing can do Mega evolutions then what’s stopping me from snagging one for myself?” He papped a finger against a flickering screen in the hopes something would happen. Some sprites, burned into the glass, revealed themselves as it sputtered to life.
Balina blew a raspberry and dismissively swatted at him from where the boundaries of Bill’s house once stood. “Puh-lease. If it was capable of doing so I would have noticed.” She shrugged and let the Zangoose continue fiddling around uselessly with the exhausted technology. “The only one who went Mega was March and that’s because it’s well established Garchomps already have a Mega evolution.”
Muzzle upturned, the Zangoose snooted as hard as he was able at the Milchamp. “Maybe that’s because you didn’t try hard enough! Your whole spiel about being the most dragony dragon to ever dragon gave me a thought.” He clapped his hands together excitedly when the monitor responded, agonizingly slow, to his swats and swipes. “What’s stopping me from becoming the most goosiest Zangoose to ever goose? I’ll make my own Mega! So there!” Lacking the resources to even animate the sprites, the screens dutifully displayed static Zangoose icons after Mannoth spent minutes scrolling through them. “So how do I select these?” Frustrated mewls slipped free from the kittymongoose’s muzzle as he tapped and bapped at the screens.
“Just like that,” the Milchamp answered with her brows arched. She swung her broad pink muzzle, tipped with a fine black snout, side to side. “Shame that my prior experimentation all but destroyed what I would use to document the processes and results in the first place. Ah well. I was more or less winging it the entire time so no harm done sussing all that up in the eventual write up.”
Eyes narrowed, Mannoth could hardly read the screens. All he knew was that the sprites had vanished and half-formed blocks had appeared in their place. The overabundance of dead pixels populating the area made it impossible to pick out entire words, much less letters. Assuming that was what was now on the screen in any case. Letting loose a harrumph, the Zangoose bapped a broad hand against the side of the uncooperative display. It buzzed loudly in protest before clearing itself and displaying a set of three numerals.
335
Eyes lighting up at recognition of the blessed triumvirate, Mannoth eeeed in delight. That was him! That was the National Pokedex identification number for Zangoose! “Lessee… then for the final part that dragon just stood on that pedestal thing. Right?”
Balina mulled over the wisdom of answering that question. Whatever interest she had in the fusion device had since faded given it was in obvious disrepair. No reason to get her hopes up as to what were bound to be unreliable and inconsistent results. “I should probably duck out of here like I was planning to in the first place.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mannoth proudly proclaimed. He turned his sights towards his sorry-looking prize. The chamber was a wreck. Cracks spread throughout and tipped at an angle. Dropping down onto his knees, flannel shirttail dragging against the ground, the determined Zangoose crawled forward under a gap in the glass. Teetering to his thick pawsies he placed his clawed hands against the sides of the cylinder and tugged it down as best as he was able. Feh, he didn’t need that abduction-minded Milchamp anyway! He had sneaked and peeked and could fusion himself up a Mega like it was nobody’s business!
“Have fun with that,” the proud Pokefusion dismissively answered as she kept to her word and sauntered on out and down towards Cerulean. “Hmmm…Oh! That’s what I should have done in the first place, dammit.” The Milchamp snapped her fingers and tutted. Hoopa! She should have fused a Miltank and a Hoopa! Would’ve ended up with six arms and the ability to warp wherever whenever for goodness sakes! “Huff. And it was newly discovered too even! Can’t believe that one slipped my mind.” She mooed and groomped and grumped all the way down the hill as the black padded sky and horizon scrunched slightly. Gales of warm air buffeted the hillside as it did so.
“T-there!” The Zangoose’s ears splayed apart at the shrieking sound of his claws scraping against the interior of the glass. A much awaited and deafening tunk sounded as the chamber slid into its receiving pedestal at an angle. Leaning against the glass, Mannoth shook his fists up and down excitedly as dull hums overtook the room. “I’ll show them. I’ll show them all!” Mewling most devilishly, the Zangoose rubbed his palms together as arcs of electricity snaked up the side of the chamber. A light, warm but gentle, filled the ruins of Bill’s bunker.
“Hey Bill, this is Radda.” The Mareep nodded and bahhed. To his pleasant surprise, the Eevee on the other end didn’t sound at all displeased. “Yes. Yes, I can imagine that it’s gotten unusually dark unusually early. No, I’m not quite sure whose paws those are. Probably KingDead’s.” Radda sighed as he watched Jesse do breaststrokes through the luscious fields of floof before him. He rubbed his rock-hard fingertips against his blue furred forehead.
“Yes, this is probably my fault. No, I’m not sure how exactly it happened. I. Yes. Yes, I managed to get around to watering the Lotads before this all went down, don’t worry.” This wasn’t the first ‘blame accepted’ spiel the Mareep had been forced to belt out. After all, he did choose to ignore it in the first place. Suppose there was a reasonable chance he could have stopped whatever this was from happening.
“So… Bill. The reason I called was to- Oh. Ooh! Haha, yeah there really wasn’t much else reason for me to call was there? I mean those Lotads are cute as can be but I can gush about those in person.” A soft smile creased the sheepy’s snoot. “Awesome, thanks! Appreciate you reverting the Save State and everything with it, Bill. Oh! And say hi to Celia for me.” The Mareep blushed at the thought of his pleasantly plump Eeveelution girlfriend. “Hehe, thanks!” A sense of relief washed over Radda at hearing the sound of the receiver buzz out of his phone’s speakers. Usually these shenanigans tended to end up on a patently ridiculous note! “Should be nice seeing everything work itself out for once,” the sheepest reep bahhed to himself as he reclined into a city sized strand of Arcaring chest floof.
Down far below. Miles upon miles beneath the Machu and Mareep and Arcaring, a portent of power was brewing beneath an infinitesimally miniscule fraction of the canine’s warm paws. What remained of Bill’s home, illuminated by the chugging of the machine, was swallowed up whole by the luminescence. Energy pulsed forth violently from that hill overlooking Cerulean. Its radius grew. Extending up and out as a dome of white light expanded out from the ruins. It quietly surged across cities, mountains, and oceans as even the very feetsy sky itself rumbled in acknowledgment of the raw power of Zangoose broiling beneath.
“W-what now?” KingDead arfed worriedly as satellites in orbit around the planet were thrust out far and away into the solar system at large. Gargon pinched between his fingers, the Arcaring looked on in uncertainty as his legs were swallowed whole by the light and rapidly rose up along his torso. Swallowing hard, he found himself subsumed entirely by the light in but the blink of an eye.
“Bahhh!” Radda bleated loudly when he found himself suddenly flopped against a cold tiled floor. Bleating, he shook his stripey horned head and pressed his hands against the ground. Wires, angry and crackling, tapped against his fingertips and sapped electricity off his form. “Bill’s lab! Yes!” Swatting aside the live wires the Mareep jumped to his feet and gleefully took in the… okay it wasn’t familiar as he hadn’t really explored it to begin with. But everything looked not broken! The Save State reversion must have been a success!
To his sides, splayed out and groaning on the floor, lay a familiar looking wolf, saberyena, dragon, red panda, and moof. “Wait.” Brows furrowed, Radda’s head twisted side to side as he bahhed and bleated. “Balina, you I understand. And… Alex. And KingDead. And Jesse. But everyone else? What the hell are you doing here?”
The moof emptied a barrage of consonants and vowels into the gap in tiling where her muzzle lay. “That’d. That’d be my doing.” She waved a… aww. Well it was nice while it lasted. She waved one of her two mechanical arms at the Mareep. With great effort, she lifted her eyelids and snuffed softly. “WOAH NOW.” Before her. It was there. It was pristine! “It’s back!” Balina practically bellowed as she tried forcing herself to her feet. “And… it’s in use?”
“What are you talking… about?” Radda bahhed out worriedly as he turned his attention to a glass chamber before him. “H-hey!”
Waves of electricity, crackling in the open air, were pulled into the fusion device as its hum geared up into a roar. Flashes of light, equal parts red and white, engulfed the room as the entire building shook.
Jaw agape, the moof gasped. “Did he… did he actually do it?”
Wafts of steam belched out from the wires hanging overhead as the device calmed down and the borderline epilepsy inducing lightshow subsided. Whirrs, loud and confident, sounded out as the glass cylinder was lifted into the ceiling. A figure, obscured by the parting mist, approached them.
“My Arceus,” Balina wheezed as she brought her fluffy hands up to her cheeks. “He’s become… he’s become… MY ARCEUS, HE’S BECOME!!!”
“Mewl.” Hands propped atop his denim clad hips, Mannoth snooted proudly.
“…A Zangoose,” the wolfcow hmmed in a mixture of disappointment and snoot.
Lavender eyes gone wide, the plain ol’ regular Zangoose glared down at the plebians before him. “The goose is loose! Try as you might to take in my Mega Zangoose glory, you unevolved and un-Mega’d fuzzies, it is simply too much for you to handle!” Kittymongoose nose upturned towards the ceiling, Mannoth confidently shook his broad body side to side.
“You’re still a Zangoose,” Radda bleated out.
Snoot unshaken, Mannoth kept his head held up high. “Don’t be silly, sheepy! Surely even you can comprehend my newlyfound goosey glory!”
“Yeah, you’re still a Zangoose,” Balina chimed in. A couple of ‘yups’ and ‘mmhmms’ sounded out in unison from the remaining furs spread out across the lab.
Mannoth’s ego showed its first signs of faltering. “N-nuh uh! I am goosey and proud! There’s no way that didn’t…” He turned down to face himself and mewled in horror. “No… noooooo!” Whining, he patted at his jeans and flannel and red striped fluff.
“Zangoose plus Zangoose equals Zangoose. Who’d have thought,” Balina nonchalantly grunted as she rose to her feet in fits and staggers. She snorted as the Zangoose bluhhed and rushed over to snuggle his sheepy friend tight. Bawling into his wooly shoulder, a bleat and bahh were elicited every time the Zangoose squeezed.
Balina steepled her fingers as the pristine fusion device stood before her. Tantalizingly. “Anywho… the science can go on!” Eeeing in delight, she hobbled on over towards it as fast as her hooved legs would take her. Oof. Undoing a fusion really takes a lot out of a moof. “Moopa, here I come!”
Squeezing free from his goosey entrapment, the Mareep pranced forward and tackled the moof. Growls and grunts sounded out from the moof buried beneath his wooly frame. “Nooooooo! NOT AGAIN. Hurry! Somebody end the story!”
THE END
“Oh thank Arceus,” Radda sighed in relief.
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Clicks and clacks of plastic keys could be heard under the Milchamp’s fingertips. “Hey Alex. ARCANINES.”
The RegiSkype icon for VDO immediately popped to life. A cutey saberyena icon popped up on screen. “WHERE?!”
“Here!” Stepping back from the messaging terminal, Balina placed a smooch on one of her bulging pink biceps. Dragging this thing back to the lab had been the best damn idea she had had all day. Minus the skid marks that led from the living room all the way to the lab but meh. Sacrifices for science and all that. Besides, she could just as easily wave it off and blame it on KingDead. While she waited for AbraAir to load up she wandered over to the PokeFusion… PokeFuser? She’d figure out some sort of name for it. Balina went to the thing and did the deed. “Second choice will be Arcanine, of course.” The Arcanine sprite bounced up and down front and center on both screens just begging to be selected.
Relocating contact “VDO” to current coordinates…
Conversation shall commence in 0.4 seconds…
“Ooof!” A saberyena flew out from the terminal and tumbled roughly towards the PokeFusion whatever. Eyes bobbing about in his fluffy and disheveled head, Alex scanned his surroundings for floof as he pushed himself up and onto his feet. “B-b-but I was promised Arcanines!” he moaned at the distinct lack of fire dogs populating his surroundings. “Also this is not my house.”
“Ignore that! Even if you have been kidnapped that’s not important!” She shooshed and shushed the saberyena. “We are here because Arcanines! And soon, very soon, their time will come!” Balina waved the teefyena over while he gained his bearings.
Alex hmmed and scratched at one of his two saberteeth. “Even so… who are you?”
Balina mooed in irritation. “Arcanines!”
“But-”
“Just get over here!” The Milchamp clamped a pink palm around one his fluffy wrists and dragged him towards Bill’s chamber. “Look, I’m trying to be expeditious here. Everything is all set up. All you need to do is tell me-”
The saberyena winced. “Oh come now, I’m not that fanatical as to just walk into this unquestioningly! Who are you and why am I here? I want to knooooooooh is that an Arcanine?” Standing on his padded tiptoes, Alex snuck a glance at the adorable Arca-icon bouncing along one of the screens bolted into the side of the glass before him.
A mischievous grin spread wide across the Milchamp’s mug. “Suuuuuure is! I can help you meet one, in the flesh and fluff, if you do me two teensy tiny favors.” Balina stifled a cackle when she observed her latest subject nod reluctantly. “I need you to tell me what your favorite Pokemon, that isn’t Arcanine, is! A daunting and difficult inquiry, I know.” She flicked a keratin fingertip along one of the screens. A steady train of sprites flickered by.
“How does that have anything aww look at the cutey Flareon!” Alex’s stripey tail wagged gently behind him as the Eeveelutions whisked by and faded out of view.
“That’ll do it,” Balina smirked to herself when she dragged the Fire-Type fox back up and tapped the screen.
PLEASE SELECT SECOND POKEMON
She dutifully did so and activated the Arcanine on the second screen. Fingers steepled together, Balina moo-hoo-hooed and made no effort to conceal her suspicious satisfaction with the choices she had all but made for Alex.
The saberyena worriedly cocked a brow and slid his fluffy feets back along the tiled floor.
“Moooohoohooo! Moooo. Moo. Ahem.” Balina pounded her two right fists against her chest and cleared her throat. “Excuse me. Oh don’t be like that! It’s… allergies.”
“BEEBEEBEE!” Yet another Ledyba bumbled into and out of the open-air lab. Clumps of pollen and plant matter drifted down from its thin legs as it bopped against the walls and ceiling before zipping on back out. The rain of petals and pollen coated errant wires in a fine flowery dusting. Balina achooed and made an effort to sniffle and snuffle to sell it.
Alex hmmed. “That was oddly convenient. But, if you say so!” His fluffy ears perked to attention as the cracked glass cylinder came to a squeaking stop up high amongst the plastic arteries that draped down from the ceiling. “Ohhh is that a teleporter?” The saberyena gasped at the implications. “And it’ll take me to a realm, no, universe populated entirely with fluff? Arcanines and Flareons as far as existence will permit?!”
Balina blinked repeatedly. She pursed her lips, nodded her head, and swished her fingers so as to direct him towards the chamber. “Your words not mine. But sure! If that’s what you have to tell yourself.”
“Waaaait.” The saberyena planted his weight upon his leg after taking all of a single step forward. He came to a halting stop and frowned at the Milchamp. “That sounds too silly and suspicious, even for me!”
“Hurry, the gate will close any second! Your once in a lifetime opportunity is about to pass!” Teeth clamped together, she discretely made whirring noises and kicked at a thick wire humming with warmth and energy behind her.
Hair of his long fluffy mane standing up on end, Alex meeped. “Noooooooooo!” Shoving the Milchamp aside, he rushed into what would become the chamber’s center and stamped his paws down. The scorched tiles at his feet, pocked with burns both black and green, cracked and depressed around him. “Hurry!” Fussing and tutting and twiddling his fingers against his saberteefs, the saberyena reached up and tried to tug the glass container down towards him.
TUNK
Back turned to Pokefusion to be, Balina hmmed. The razzle and dazzle of it all had long since lost its grandeur and glory as arcs of electricity that lurched back and forth between the color wheel shot past her. “Alrighty so Flareon and Arcanine. My money is on… Flareonine.” Clapping her hands together, she whirled around to, hopefully, confirm her theory.
FLAREONINE CREATED
“Oooh! Hadn’t even noticed it displayed that after the fact.” Wiggling her pink hips side to side Balina couldn’t help but be delighted by her scientific prowess! She’d spent all of an hour with this completely alien device and had already unraveled some of the logic behind it! What to deduce next though? The Milchamp cupped her chin in her palm and closed her eyes. Surely there was a rhyme or reason to the makeup and composition of these fusions. Perhaps this latest fusion would yield some-
Balina’s eyes went wide when she dared to flip those peepers open and gaze upon Alex’s new form. A toothy Arcasmile shot back at her as the glass struggled to pull itself back up over his bloated and fluffy form. What hairline cracks already coursed through its structure splintered out when the Flareonine’s form bulged out against it with every unintended flex or wriggle.
“W-what the? The last Arcanine fusion was nowhere near that massive!” The Milchamp mooed in irritation and tapped at her forehead. Combined, the mass of an Arcanine and Ursaring clearly should have outclassed that of an Arcanine and Flareon! Groaning, she rubbed at her temples as the Pokefusion device released the newly made Fire-type out into the wild with a pop.
Ripples of energy and upturned tiles coursed through the floor as Alex dropped down from the comfy-cozy confines of what had most certainly turned out to not be a teleporter. “Oooof!” His deep syrupy voice rattled the room as he rose to his feet. Or tried to. He grunted when his head poked through the ceiling tiles and he was forced to hunch over much like the Milchamp’s previous data point. “I… I didn’t get to see fluff. I BECAME fluff!”
All four arms thrown up into the air, Balina stormed off out of the lab. “There’s always next time to try and make sense of this thing.”
Alex eeeeeed and shyly rubbed his hands over his hugenormous and fluffdefining form. The orange furred and black striped canine had acquired wreaths of cream colored fur that wrapped around his wrists and ankles. Biting into his lips, he couldn’t help but pat at his head. A mane, luxurious and supple to the touch, smothered his neck and shoulders. It all but buried his pointed orange ears and draped down his back where it all but vanished into his tail. A tail, he was delighted to discover upon wagging it, that matched him in length and width!
“Good, good!” he growled to himself as he scratched at what little of himself that was not smothered with fluff. He supposed the black furred abs were nice. He tilted his head down. Hmm and mountainous pecs being pricked by his saberteefs were none too shabby either but… hmmff! All that real estate wasted on not fluff! Maybe that mischievous Milchamp could fix that? “Excuse me? Crazy cow lady?” Alex grunted as spots of green overcame his vision and he dropped to his knees.
“Oooooog…” His fingers and knees simply sank into the ground, tiles cracking and reshaping themselves around his limbs and digits. Those colossal canine teeth of his grit themselves together when he felt his back press against the ceiling and displaced tiles and light fixtures crashed down around him. He huffed and puffed as he regained both his breath and vision. “Darn Milchamp trying to slow me down with growth spurts!” Alex huffed, his very voice causing a sizeable portion of the room above him to creak and dip down towards him. Flopping down onto his belly he crawled after the one that would dare to deny him further fluff! “Woop. Wouldn’t want to forget you.” A swish of his tail that engulfed the entire lab shook free the Pokefusion device. Strands of cream colored fur sticking out from between its circuits and the cracks in the glass it advertised that it had certainly seen better days. “Fluffffffffff. I demand more fluffffff!” he bellowed as he simply barreled through walls, wiring, and furniture in his pursuit for Balina.
Hands cupped over his sheepy snoot, Radda couldn’t bear to watch as KingDead brought it upon himself to solve their Ledyba troubles. Even if this was but a forgotten and empty storage room tucked back into Bill’s bunker the Mareep doubted that made this any better.
“MEGA…PUNCH!” Sending a meaty fist wallward, the reinforced steel wrapped itself around the Arcaring’s fist before teetering back to reveal the overgrown lawn outside. “It’s all in the delivery! Mouthing out the sound effects makes my regular punches, and apparently my Pokepunches too, all the more powerful!” Knees scuffling against the ground, KingDead rested his hands on his hips once more as a refreshing breeze blew in from the newly made window. As if on cue, his cape took to fluttering.
Buzzing, humming, and the thrumming of wings died off as the last of the Ledyba flittered out of the lab into the tall stalks of grass swaying gently before them.
Jesse couldn’t help but clap and applaud the display of herculean heroics which prompted embarrassed blushes and bows from the Arcaring. “All in a day’s work, citizens!” KingDead proudly proclaimed.
“Thank you KingDead,” the Mareep mumbled from between his fingers. Why the wolf was now a fire dog-bear thing, and more importantly, here in Bill’s house, weighed heavily on his mind. This was probably Balina’s doing. This probably also indirectly his fault for letting her meander about and experiment to her moofy heart’s content. Jesse he could write off easily enough.
“Oh goodness, you are suddenly an Electric-Fighting type and have abruptly materialized in my faux-uncle’s home? No need to explain! Here. Help me shoo around some Bug-types,” he mused to himself. “Maybe I’ll get lucky this time. Maybe if I just ignore all this as hard as I can this’ll all just work itself out! I mean,” the sheepy parted his fingers to sneak a peek and sigh. KingDead had ripped down a piece of the wall and was in the process of autographing it for his adoring Machu fan. “If I react to this, at all, it’ll only just encourage further silliness.” Letting out a resolute bleat, Radda stood his ground.
CRUMBLEGRUMBLE
At least he tried to until it slid out from under him. Tiles crumpled up beneath them like an accordion, Radda found himself tossed back against the thankfully empty walls. Jesse and KingDead groaned beside him.
“Fluuuuuuuufffff?” A deafening and thunderous bellow rattled the trio to their core as the hallways, ceilings, and walls before them simply crumbled away. In their place a particularly floofy, poofy, and gargantuan Arcanine’s face stared down at them.
“Radda!” the saberteefed canine gleefully growled. All of an instant later the Mareep felt himself tumble violently back before finding himself wedged between tufts of grass and a big black doggy nose. “I was wanting some more fluff for myself… but yours will do nicely!” The guttural giggles this fearsome creature let loose could be felt in the reepsheep’s bones.
Jesse meeped as he too found himself buried under the doggie nuzzles. KingDead grrrred loudly and pushed back against the offending snuggler. The beary baracanine panted and resisted for all he was worth. “B-begone, you huggy homewrecker!” Reaching out to his sides, he frantically flailed out at those poor Pokemon! “Gotcha!” he howled in relief as he pulled both the sheep and Machu to safety. Arms wrapped tightly around them, his body throbbed and pulsed with heroic energies.
“Fluffffffff!” Equipping his angry eyebrows, the irritated Arcabeast surged towards those who would dare refuse his snuggles!
The Arcaring leapt back, Radda and Jesse cupped close against his powerful pecs, and stared down the fluffmonster. A familiar green aura seethed off KingDead’s form and the grassy ground gave way beneath his exponentially increasing size and weight. “Wait a minute… you’re no monster! You’re just an Arcanine!” Head cocked to his side, the fellow Fire-type regarded this development with uncertainty.
“Well. Yeah!” Rising to his feet, his padded heels crushing the backside of Bill’s house beneath them, Alex brushed off his chest. “Just like you are! Which is why we must snug, it is a matter of principle! Our fluff cannot remain apart.” Arms at his sides, the Flareonine whipped his house shaming tail behind him. Ferocious gales of wind kicked up behind him that threatened to rip the shingles off of what remained of Bill’s bunker. “I cannot allow it!” He ooged once more as his amber eyes briefly flared green.
KingDead gasped as he found himself swallowed up in his newly deemed Arcantagonist’s shadow. “You fiend! Not only do you threaten to outfluff me but you outgrow me? With my own powers?! We’ll see about that!” Hmmphhhing and grumping loud enough to rattle free boulders from the surrounding mountainside, the Arcaring cupped the helpless Machu and Mareep in the palm of a broad hand.
“Sorry friends.” His words washed over them like a wave as they practically tumbled back into the wrinkled valleys creasing his gloves. “But you simply aren’t snuggly or sizeable enough to oppose him! You’ll be safe here.” Bringing his hand against his chest, he deposited them deep into the expansive fields of cream colored fur that ran down between his pecs beneath his suit. He pat gently at his chest to assure their safekeeping before adopting a battle pose. “Do your worst! This snuggly strife is nothing to-OOOF!”
Alex opened with a Tackle attack. Leaping forward and wrapping his arms around the Arcaring’s waist, he buried his muzzle into that ringed belly and ferociously nuzzled it. “Fluffffffff!”
“Mmmfff!” Cheeks puffed out, reddened and holding back giggles, KingDead did his best to resist! “O-oh yeah?” Hands clasped tight around the Flareonine’s puffy shoulders, he rolled him off to the side. “Let’s see you handle my, patent-pending, Bulk-Up bearhug!”
Fists clenched, the Arcaring inhaled as much air as his lungs would allow. Loosened shingles, pebbles, and uprooted strands of grass found themselves sucked up into his depthless doggy nostrils while his chest expanded out. Clenching his fists tight, KingDead surged outwards. His arms, biceps, and chest overflowed up and out and to the sides as more muscle than they could handle piled onto their frames. Rendered wider than he was tall the Fire-type effortlessly lifted up the Flareonine into the air. “Bulk-Up…” KingDead released his grip and tossed his arms out to their sides. For all of a moment, Alex sat there airborne and in awe. “Bearhuggggggggggg!” The Arcaring brought his arms together like a vice and crushed Alex between them. A vacuum of air formed around the duo as all the air from the surrounding mountains hurtled down at nearly subsonic speeds and flattened the fields around them, pulled in by the very motion of KingDead’s hug.
The snuggliest, cuddliest, most crushingest of hugs he, or any Arcanine or Arcanine-fusion to have ever live, had experienced overwhelmed Alex! “Flu..Fluf…flufffffff,” he mumbled quietly as his head tilted back and he threatened to go down for the count.
“Shit, that’s right.” Balina scrambled over the rubble, refuse, insulation, glass, and wiring that had accumulated on the lab floor in layers. “I dragged this stupid thing in here to save myself the trip!” It didn’t matter that this place was collapsing around her. Or that there were Pokaijus out back cuddling each other into submission. She would not abandon this glorious, if not frustrating, fusion device. The Milchamp slapped a hand against the side of the terminal as it dimmed. Sparks of static shot out from the cracks in wooden desk beneath the monitor while she furiously clacked at the keyboard. “This thing’s on its last legs…” She grunted as she eyed RegiSkype’s faded interface just barely holding onto life.
-March-dragon
-Mannoth
Two contacts remained to experiment on, both of them sporting green background behind their icons to indicate their availability. But how… how how how would she choose! “Oh. Wait a minute.” A couple more clacks of the keyboard resulted in the creation of a conversation group. “Just invite one then the other…”
RaddaReep added Mannoth, March--dragon
RaddaReep says:
Two for one, coming right up!
Mannoth says:
Whuh?
March-dragon is typing…
Stepping back from the terminal, Balina held out her arms to catch the incoming Zangoose and dragon. Wouldn’t want to sully the quality of her samples by having them scuff upon the floor after all. “Greetings and salutations, yadda yadda,” The Milchamp twisted two of her wrists about in a circular motion as she belted through her spiel. “Chance of a lifetime, something something transition, what kind of Pokemon do you want to become?”
Behind her, a loud pop sounded out. A curved and rectangular chunk of glass popped out of its monitor and the smooth plastic shell that remained wheezed smoke. So much for a return trip. Balina simply shrugged and focused her attention elsewhere.
Mannoth papped at his plushy, fluffy, and flannelled form. “…I already am one?” The Zangoose replied.
“Well think of another one,” Balina snooted back as she sauntered over to the cracked and faltering fusion device. By now the dual monitors hanging along the side of the curved glass had accumulated a fair number of dead pixels. Where she had most furiously dragged her fingers along the responsive crystals smothered between layers of gel and plastic, the colors had begun to fade.
The Zangoose turned to the purple dragon beside him, clad in a plain red shirt and grey jeans, and shrugged. He received much the same response in return.
“Is there any reason why you… you would call this a kidnapping right?” March turned to his Zangoose compatriot who slowly nodded in agreement. The dragon nodded, his long black hair brushing over the purple fins that extended out from the side of his head.
Mannoth quietly tiptoed in between the mess of wiring, glass, ceiling tiles, insulation, and plaster littering the floor as March casually questioned their captor. It might have been rude to ditch the dragon but he couldn’t claim to be all that interested as to the what, why, and how behind his captivity.
“Mooooooo many questions! Too. Moo? Eh, close enough.” Balina tossed her hands up in the air as she slapped at the sides of the monitors when they fizzled and threatened to futz out. “You like…” she fumbled for words as she gesticulated at the winged reptile. “…Dragons right? Of course you do. Everyone does.”
Purple scaled hands clasped over his horned and pointed mouth. “Oop, sorry! Wait.” He narrowed his gaze and slowly unfurled his fingers. Courtesy probably wasn’t necessary given the circumstances. But still… March couldn’t help but bob his head up and down. This multi-armed mooing cow lady wasn’t wrong. It certainly helped that he was one, after all!
“What would I say to you if I offered you the change to become the most…” The Milchamp sincerely doubted the English language was built to be bent as backwards and broken as she needed it to be but she was anything but concerned with the means behind her experiments at this point. “The most… dragon-iest of dragons to ever dragon? Double the dragon, double the power?”
“The most draconic of dragons?” March uncertainly offered in correction.
“You heard me.” Two hands resting on her hips and the other two patting her on the shoulders the Milchamp couldn’t help but beam with pride. Awww yeah. She managed to twist a single word into a noun, verb, and adjective!
Struck and alarmed at his lacking potential as a dragon, March gently scratched at a scaly wrist. “H-hey now I am plenty dragon enough as it is!” He shrunk back and tucked his neck against his chest when he heard the pokemorph moo at his dismissively. A pitiful rawr slipped free from his mouth as he flapped his wings gently behind his back.
“Tsk tsk tsk… only 100% Dragon? Amateur hour over here! You could be 200% easy!” Balina tipped and tapped gently at the screens. To her pleasant delight, then immediate frustration, two search bars creaked down from the top of the screen. After an agonizing wait she filtered her search by Dragon-Type and spun through the reduced number of sprites.
The pitifully purebred dragon snorted and grumpily crossed his arms about his chest. “That’s not how math works and you know it!”
“Oh is it now? You could be pure Dragonite and Rayquaza! Kingdra and Altaria! More dragon than any other dragon to have ever dragoned!”
March furiously shook his head side to side. “T-that’s not how that works! You can be one or the other not both!”
Rock hard fingertips twiddled against the glass. At least they did until the cracks splitting through the clear crystalline surface begin to arc out ever further. “That’s where you’d be wrong. Why not step inside this magical device and find out hmm?” Impatience giving way to pointed teasing, the Milchamp mooed and flit her fingers across both screens at once. “Haxorus, Salamence, Garchomp… ooh. Moohoohoo that got your attention didn’t it?”
Embarrassed huffs could be heard puffing free from March’s maw. “A-a-and Flygon too, maybe?” Those purple scaled cheeks flared red when the Milchamp donned a wicked grin and made it so.
GARCHOMP SELECTED
FLYGON SELECTED
PLEASE-
Sparks spat out from the screens in fits and spurts. That… that was new. “I think I’m going to have to question the quality of my results from here on out,” Balina hmmed to herself as she tapped at frozen sprites on the screen. She acked and stepped back as a shower of electricity hissed at her.
PL͎̯̬͔̰̙E̦͉̭Ḁ̶͓̮S̼͜E̬̘̪̞ ͕̙͎̻E̛̻N̰̭̭T̩̰͉͈͖̪E̺̞͉R͚͝ ̖̣̲̦̫̺C̸̭H͇̬̰͙̜̘A̶M͚̰̺͚͇B̰͎̫E͖͞R̶͍̠̮̩̖̤-͚̱̹B͚͚̹̦̗ĘR-̻͉̥̬͉͇͘B̘̕ͅE͕̙͔̠RR̨͇͎̘ͅR̴͓͖̥̹͉͍͚R̤R̛̼R̶̘̦̻̺̠͍RR͡R̪͙ͅR̜̯̣̺͈̮̞R̬
“Huh. Well! Good thing that’s not me going in there.” The hum and whirrs of electric motors could be heard from up overhead yet the chamber remained motionless. Dipping to her knees, the multi-armed Milchamp gripped at the glass and with minimal effort lifted it up along its pathing. “Step on in there, whoever it is you are!”
“March,” the dragon shyly offered back as he reeled with embarrassment. H-he was plenty dragon enough as it was! He rawred and stomped and flew and dragoned like the best of them! Still though… shoulders slumping, he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be even more dragonic! Err draconic. The most ferocious of dragons, Garchomp! And the most graceful and svelte, Flygon! He would be all that and more!
Ducking his head, March slunk under the raised glass and twiddled his toes against the floor. It depressed, or tried to, under his weight before locking into place. “Hmm. Wait how is this going to work again?” He scratched at his chin and dragged a clawed finger along his scaly scutes. “Probably should have asked this ahead of time now that I think about it.”
“Probably,” Balina chimed in as she slapped a hand against the side of a screen to kick the process along. A low, thunderous, and piercing ring emanated from the chamber as the floor beneath it buckled and arcs of energy and electricity lashed out at the dilapidated and ruined walls. Molten scars were left in its wake as a light, equal parts green and purple, pulsed out from machine.
C̶̢̛͉͈̱̺͈̠͓̘̙̥̟͇̟̲̼̖̫͓͆̔̈͋̋̋͒͜R̨̧̍ͭͣ̑̋̆͐҉̬͕̻͈͕͍̪̱͇̘̪͢͡ͅĔ̷̬̺͎̣͇͈͙̲͍̮̩͂͐͆̓͡A̴͙͎̲̯̖̳̯̬͉̘͈̟̤̠͖͍̖͌ͩ̓ͣ̌ͤ̂̈́̒̚͞͝T̴̡͖͖̮̥͔̩̲̭̯̞̋̍̅̈́͑I̸ͯ̊͒͌ͮͧ̇̌͋̂̐̓̎ͮ̈́͢͝͡҉̹͕̣͍̯̰̗̗̠̫͖̜̖̱̰ͅͅṊ͕̣̳̙͓̜͚̬̻̘̠̣̫̈ͣ͊ͫ̀͟͡G̸͈̦͇̠̥̯̝̱͉͖̯̼͉̝̲̙ͣ̑̿̌̈ͣͦ̉̾ͬͨͧ̀ͪ̄͜͠ ̟͚͕̰͙̲̳̱̾̅̐̋̏̔ͫ̎̉͗̋̓͌̍ͬ̀̕ͅ G̴̢̝̺͔̥͓̥͕̗̹̥̹͊̉͑ͮ͗̒̾̾͋͑̅ͪ͒ͬ̇̈͋ͨ̏́A̴̘̟͎̥͔͇̤̣͈͇͇̰͉͐͛̀̎ͩͭ̈́ͫͧ͠ͅŖ̬̞̲͖̬̯̖̞͕̟̩̲̿ͨ̋͑́ͥ̾͂̐ͪͤ̍̂̿̕͠ͅĞ̍͊̎͒̉̌ͫ̓̆ͤ́͆̚̕͜͏̗̟̺̦̗̞͉̝̣͓̣̜̱̼̗͖̠̫͉Ő̩͍͖̭̮̝̞̤̬̺̻̑̐͐ͯͯ̒ͩ́͐̃͗͗̈́ͭ̚̕͢N̸̐̓͑̔̋̽͗͒͗̒͗̄ͤͭ̿̚̚͏̪̠̞̦̠̞̩͙̻̤͖̪
Manic grin spread wide upon her face, Balina stood before what was to be her latest creation unafraid. “Shoot!” She snapped her fingers loud enough to drown out the lightning angrily whisking by. “Forgot to guess what name that thing’d come up with. Ehh, I have a large enough pool of samples to work with as it is.” She tilted her head to the side and narrowly avoided being roasted. Flakes of ash flit down from her pink furred cheek as she brushed away some singed hair. “Now what will you be? More Garchomp than Flygon? Or more Flygon than Garchomp?”
The shockwaves belted out from the device grew in frequency. The Milchamp’s hair waved behind her wildly. “Wait that’s right…” Light seeped forth from the chamber and spilled out through the cracks. An amorphous blob of energy filled the room, contorting and reshaping itself. “He lit up at the mention of Garchomp!” she slammed a curled fist against an open palm.
The entity before her adorned itself with sharp and cutting limbs, each of them striped and adorned with horns.
“More Garchomp than Flygon it is,” Balina hmmmed in delight as March’s maw parted, the warm air exhaled from the depths of his throat cutting along the rows of razor sharp teeth lining his gums. She tilted her head back to a 90 degree angle just to try and take him all in as his head, broad back, and angular wings punched up and up and up on through the ceiling and then the sky. “Never would have guessed the physical appearance all came down to personal preference…” she hummed as she tapped a finger against her fluffy chin.
Her hair blew back the other way as a deafening roar shook what plaster remained off the walls and the newly christened Gargon basked in his newfound dragon-ness. “Shame that thing is all but trashed now,” Balina sighed to herself as she surveyed what remained of the room. Still. It wasn’t like she was going to leave empty-handed. Arms curled back behind her head, head resting against her palms, she contentedly strolled off and out of Bill’s abode. Right around where a wall would have been all of an hour ago.
Panting, KingDead released his most powerful snuggle attack on the Flareonine. Hearts visibly fluttering from out of his mane, the fluffy foe conceded defeat and flopped back onto the mountain range that stretched from Cerulean City to the Indigo Plateau. “Phew! My snuggliest, cuddliest, and fluffiest battle yet!” Rockslides and earthquakes beset the nearby mounds of rock that only came up to his knees. Destruction radiated out from the colossal canine, carrying along his booming spoken word.
“Fl-fl-fluffffff…” Alex moaned tiredly as he tried to reach out to his fellow Arca-fusion for one last cuddle.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, the Arcaring inhaled deeply and savored the smell of victory. Low flying clouds and plumes of dust rising up from the flattened mountain range were drawn towards his black wet doggy nostrils. “Fear not, citizens!” He waved down at the Elite Four’s headquarters, a pebble sized slab of carved rock nestled in a flat patch of land amongst the rocky terrain. “I may have just bearly won, but dogged determination saw your huggly hero to victory!”
The groans in response carried on for miles, much to KingDead’s disappointment.
“Aww… I thought it was pretty good.” He brought a padded finger up to his chesty fluff and scratched at it playfully. It may have been muffled but those sure sounded like bleats and cheers and hoorays for a job well done from his faithful fans. “D’awwww thanks you two!” Neck tucked in against his chest, he nuzzled and booped his supportive sheepy and Machu specks.
THOOM
“W-what the?!” KingDead barked as he found himself bounced off the ground by a tremendous rumble. Visible shockwaves carried across the mountaintops, shearing off their pointed tips and flattening them into dust with every pulse. Grunting, he positioned himself in front of Indigo Plateu and his fallen foe to shield them both from the waves of destruction.
BOOMTHOOMDOOM
“Rawwwwwwwwwrrrrrrrr!” A shy but thunderously gleeful giggle sounded out from the MegaMacro Gargon obscuring the horizon soon afterwards. Where there was once a blue bit cloudy sky there was now only alternating bands of purple. “So this is what it’s like to be the dragonest of dragons!” Diamond-shaped wings extended, March hmmed in delight as he stretched out his limbs adorned with horns. Shark fin like protrusions extended out from his arms, back, and legs and generated vacuums of air that carved at the rocky landscape.
Gasping, the Arcaring tilted his maned head back and tried to look his newfound antagonist in the eye! Mmmfff. Eye level with those pointed toes, he struggled to see up past his scaly foe’s yellow striped belly. “Hey now! Not even I’m that bad! Grrr…” Who did this bigcomer think he was? Stomping on in here and wrecking up the place? “Hey!” Hands cupped around his muzzle, KingDead shouted up at the newcomer. “I don’t know who you are, but around here villains and heroes alike are silly and for show! Who do you think you are stomping and romping and smashing about?” The Arcaring clenched his fists as the Gargon continued to gleefully inspect himself and his utterly hugenormous form. “Hey!” KingDead bellowed at him once more to no avail.
“Oh that does it! Hang on sheepy!” A familiar aura ensnaring his form, KingDead’s fluffy form bulked up and out. Those pillars of rock, the mountains that scraped at the sky and came up to the hero’s knees, exploded into dust as they faded to nothing beneath the underside of his padded toes. His voice ratcheted up in decibel as his octave plummeted and the Arca-fusion swelled beyond belief. Kneeling down, he plucked up Alex’s konked out form between two padded fingers and stuffed him into his black furred belly fluff for safe keeping.
“Fluuuuuuuuuuuff…” Alex gleefully giggled as he nuzzled and cuddled into that Arcabelly.
Nestled deep within a forest of KingDead’s fluff, individual strands of hair rivaling skyscrapers in size, Radda sighed as Jesse gawked and gushed over his ever swelling idol. “Even when I know these things will end poorly ahead of time, I still manage to be surprised at just how off the rails they can get.” He bahhed tiredly and wondered what Poke-deity would have to stop by this time around to fix things up after everything had run its course. Oh wait.
“I can initiate that deus-ex machina on my own, can’t I?” Hand shoved deep into his wool, Radda fetched out Bill’s letter once more. His eyes drifted down to the bottom of the letter where the Eevee had left his phone number.
For the inhabitants of Indigo Plateau, the sky went from purple to black as an Arcasole spilled out across the sky, stretching from horizon to horizon, and smooshed them deep between warm fleshy wrinkles. It was much the same for Cerulean and the surrounding suburbs, lakes and all, were pulled up and mooshed into those Arcafeets for safe keeping. As were Pewter City and the entirety of Mt. Moon.
“RaaawwwwrOOOFFF!” March acked as he was knocked back by the titanic Arcaring. Shaking his head, two long curved white horns pointing out from the top of his skull, the Gargon collected his senses. “W-woah now!” He furrowed his brows, a star shaped patch of yellow wrinkling along his forehead. The Mega, in size, Gargon growled. His guttural displeasure rumbled out and upended the land around them for miles. “I’m stomping here!” he indignantly replied. Eyes lidded with thick red lenses, March dragged his arm out along the length of his body and gesticulated at the land around them. The gust of wind kicked up by the action flattened both mountains and forests, no longer capable of reaching up to the undersides of either Pokefusion’s toes. It was unlikely either one would notice though. Given that the surrounding land was reduced to little more than colored splotches at their feet. “Find your own continent to tread on!”
Letting loose another rawr, March charged forward at the Arcaring! Wings flapping, clouds vaporizing with their rise and fall, he slammed into KingDead! Or tried to. The Arcafusion simply caught the Gargon in his grip as he slowly was pushed back against the increasingly ambiguous landmasses. Grunting, March tried to tug free from the burly biceps curled around him. Trapped tightly between walls of orange and black furred muscle the purest of Dragon-Types couldn’t help but notice the soft green glow surrounding his fluffy prison.
“N-noooo! I was barely the biggest for all of five minutes!” Scratching and thrashing against the warmth and floof all around him, March struggled to break free.
“Hmmph.” Filling out nearly as wide as he was tall, the bara bulkcanine effortlessly squeezed the now comparatively harmless dragon between a bicep. “I’ve been at this long enough to know this isn’t worth pursuing any further. At this rate I’ll destroy the world, not save it!” He shook the Gargon for good measure to get his point across that this wasn’t a fight that he was interested in continuing, much to the dragon’s rawring and gnashing displeasure. The Arcaring snorted softly, restoring some of the atmosphere waved away by that unruly little dragon’s tirade earlier. For now, all he had to do was wait for some sort of convenient deus ex machina to come and fix everything up.
“Hopefully that doesn’t take too long,” he rumbled. His breath spread out across the entirety of Kanto, kicking up windstorms and the regular kinds of storms all across the continent. “Hehe, oops.”
Curiosity aroused, Mannoth padded on up to the remnants of Bill’s lab with his phone held out before him like a flashlight. He was intending on bolting, truly, he was! But all that rumble and grumble and tumble and lightning shooting out earlier had drawn his attention. “Fusions, huh?” The Zangoose steepled his fingers. While he was content as could be as a Zangoose, he had always felt… lacking. Like something was missing.
“You’re still here?”
The kitty-mongoose’s tail stood on end at the inquiry from a familiar sounding source.
Rolling her shoulders, Balina grunted and waved at him with all four arms. “I mean. Rude as it was for one of my data points to wander off it’s not like it mattered. I sincerely doubt that thing has any juice left in it.”
Mewling and bluhhing up a storm, Mannoth fussed and fretted. “W-well why are you still here? You bolted yourself!”
“Yeah. Well. I tried to. At least until the sky became feet. Kinda puts a damper on any and all escape plans.” She flicked a thumb up towards the pitch black padded sky that radiated warmth. Every so often the wrinkles coursing through it would scrunch.
Mannoth rolled his eyes. He guessed that was as good a reason as any. “Welllll… if you must know.” The Zangoose carefully tiptoed his way through the wreckage and down to the craterous indent the chamber had come to rest in. “Seeing that dragon dude swell on up and up straight into a Mega Garchomp and beyond got me thinking. If this thing can do Mega evolutions then what’s stopping me from snagging one for myself?” He papped a finger against a flickering screen in the hopes something would happen. Some sprites, burned into the glass, revealed themselves as it sputtered to life.
Balina blew a raspberry and dismissively swatted at him from where the boundaries of Bill’s house once stood. “Puh-lease. If it was capable of doing so I would have noticed.” She shrugged and let the Zangoose continue fiddling around uselessly with the exhausted technology. “The only one who went Mega was March and that’s because it’s well established Garchomps already have a Mega evolution.”
Muzzle upturned, the Zangoose snooted as hard as he was able at the Milchamp. “Maybe that’s because you didn’t try hard enough! Your whole spiel about being the most dragony dragon to ever dragon gave me a thought.” He clapped his hands together excitedly when the monitor responded, agonizingly slow, to his swats and swipes. “What’s stopping me from becoming the most goosiest Zangoose to ever goose? I’ll make my own Mega! So there!” Lacking the resources to even animate the sprites, the screens dutifully displayed static Zangoose icons after Mannoth spent minutes scrolling through them. “So how do I select these?” Frustrated mewls slipped free from the kittymongoose’s muzzle as he tapped and bapped at the screens.
“Just like that,” the Milchamp answered with her brows arched. She swung her broad pink muzzle, tipped with a fine black snout, side to side. “Shame that my prior experimentation all but destroyed what I would use to document the processes and results in the first place. Ah well. I was more or less winging it the entire time so no harm done sussing all that up in the eventual write up.”
Eyes narrowed, Mannoth could hardly read the screens. All he knew was that the sprites had vanished and half-formed blocks had appeared in their place. The overabundance of dead pixels populating the area made it impossible to pick out entire words, much less letters. Assuming that was what was now on the screen in any case. Letting loose a harrumph, the Zangoose bapped a broad hand against the side of the uncooperative display. It buzzed loudly in protest before clearing itself and displaying a set of three numerals.
335
Eyes lighting up at recognition of the blessed triumvirate, Mannoth eeeed in delight. That was him! That was the National Pokedex identification number for Zangoose! “Lessee… then for the final part that dragon just stood on that pedestal thing. Right?”
Balina mulled over the wisdom of answering that question. Whatever interest she had in the fusion device had since faded given it was in obvious disrepair. No reason to get her hopes up as to what were bound to be unreliable and inconsistent results. “I should probably duck out of here like I was planning to in the first place.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Mannoth proudly proclaimed. He turned his sights towards his sorry-looking prize. The chamber was a wreck. Cracks spread throughout and tipped at an angle. Dropping down onto his knees, flannel shirttail dragging against the ground, the determined Zangoose crawled forward under a gap in the glass. Teetering to his thick pawsies he placed his clawed hands against the sides of the cylinder and tugged it down as best as he was able. Feh, he didn’t need that abduction-minded Milchamp anyway! He had sneaked and peeked and could fusion himself up a Mega like it was nobody’s business!
“Have fun with that,” the proud Pokefusion dismissively answered as she kept to her word and sauntered on out and down towards Cerulean. “Hmmm…Oh! That’s what I should have done in the first place, dammit.” The Milchamp snapped her fingers and tutted. Hoopa! She should have fused a Miltank and a Hoopa! Would’ve ended up with six arms and the ability to warp wherever whenever for goodness sakes! “Huff. And it was newly discovered too even! Can’t believe that one slipped my mind.” She mooed and groomped and grumped all the way down the hill as the black padded sky and horizon scrunched slightly. Gales of warm air buffeted the hillside as it did so.
“T-there!” The Zangoose’s ears splayed apart at the shrieking sound of his claws scraping against the interior of the glass. A much awaited and deafening tunk sounded as the chamber slid into its receiving pedestal at an angle. Leaning against the glass, Mannoth shook his fists up and down excitedly as dull hums overtook the room. “I’ll show them. I’ll show them all!” Mewling most devilishly, the Zangoose rubbed his palms together as arcs of electricity snaked up the side of the chamber. A light, warm but gentle, filled the ruins of Bill’s bunker.
“Hey Bill, this is Radda.” The Mareep nodded and bahhed. To his pleasant surprise, the Eevee on the other end didn’t sound at all displeased. “Yes. Yes, I can imagine that it’s gotten unusually dark unusually early. No, I’m not quite sure whose paws those are. Probably KingDead’s.” Radda sighed as he watched Jesse do breaststrokes through the luscious fields of floof before him. He rubbed his rock-hard fingertips against his blue furred forehead.
“Yes, this is probably my fault. No, I’m not sure how exactly it happened. I. Yes. Yes, I managed to get around to watering the Lotads before this all went down, don’t worry.” This wasn’t the first ‘blame accepted’ spiel the Mareep had been forced to belt out. After all, he did choose to ignore it in the first place. Suppose there was a reasonable chance he could have stopped whatever this was from happening.
“So… Bill. The reason I called was to- Oh. Ooh! Haha, yeah there really wasn’t much else reason for me to call was there? I mean those Lotads are cute as can be but I can gush about those in person.” A soft smile creased the sheepy’s snoot. “Awesome, thanks! Appreciate you reverting the Save State and everything with it, Bill. Oh! And say hi to Celia for me.” The Mareep blushed at the thought of his pleasantly plump Eeveelution girlfriend. “Hehe, thanks!” A sense of relief washed over Radda at hearing the sound of the receiver buzz out of his phone’s speakers. Usually these shenanigans tended to end up on a patently ridiculous note! “Should be nice seeing everything work itself out for once,” the sheepest reep bahhed to himself as he reclined into a city sized strand of Arcaring chest floof.
Down far below. Miles upon miles beneath the Machu and Mareep and Arcaring, a portent of power was brewing beneath an infinitesimally miniscule fraction of the canine’s warm paws. What remained of Bill’s home, illuminated by the chugging of the machine, was swallowed up whole by the luminescence. Energy pulsed forth violently from that hill overlooking Cerulean. Its radius grew. Extending up and out as a dome of white light expanded out from the ruins. It quietly surged across cities, mountains, and oceans as even the very feetsy sky itself rumbled in acknowledgment of the raw power of Zangoose broiling beneath.
“W-what now?” KingDead arfed worriedly as satellites in orbit around the planet were thrust out far and away into the solar system at large. Gargon pinched between his fingers, the Arcaring looked on in uncertainty as his legs were swallowed whole by the light and rapidly rose up along his torso. Swallowing hard, he found himself subsumed entirely by the light in but the blink of an eye.
“Bahhh!” Radda bleated loudly when he found himself suddenly flopped against a cold tiled floor. Bleating, he shook his stripey horned head and pressed his hands against the ground. Wires, angry and crackling, tapped against his fingertips and sapped electricity off his form. “Bill’s lab! Yes!” Swatting aside the live wires the Mareep jumped to his feet and gleefully took in the… okay it wasn’t familiar as he hadn’t really explored it to begin with. But everything looked not broken! The Save State reversion must have been a success!
To his sides, splayed out and groaning on the floor, lay a familiar looking wolf, saberyena, dragon, red panda, and moof. “Wait.” Brows furrowed, Radda’s head twisted side to side as he bahhed and bleated. “Balina, you I understand. And… Alex. And KingDead. And Jesse. But everyone else? What the hell are you doing here?”
The moof emptied a barrage of consonants and vowels into the gap in tiling where her muzzle lay. “That’d. That’d be my doing.” She waved a… aww. Well it was nice while it lasted. She waved one of her two mechanical arms at the Mareep. With great effort, she lifted her eyelids and snuffed softly. “WOAH NOW.” Before her. It was there. It was pristine! “It’s back!” Balina practically bellowed as she tried forcing herself to her feet. “And… it’s in use?”
“What are you talking… about?” Radda bahhed out worriedly as he turned his attention to a glass chamber before him. “H-hey!”
Waves of electricity, crackling in the open air, were pulled into the fusion device as its hum geared up into a roar. Flashes of light, equal parts red and white, engulfed the room as the entire building shook.
Jaw agape, the moof gasped. “Did he… did he actually do it?”
Wafts of steam belched out from the wires hanging overhead as the device calmed down and the borderline epilepsy inducing lightshow subsided. Whirrs, loud and confident, sounded out as the glass cylinder was lifted into the ceiling. A figure, obscured by the parting mist, approached them.
“My Arceus,” Balina wheezed as she brought her fluffy hands up to her cheeks. “He’s become… he’s become… MY ARCEUS, HE’S BECOME!!!”
“Mewl.” Hands propped atop his denim clad hips, Mannoth snooted proudly.
“…A Zangoose,” the wolfcow hmmed in a mixture of disappointment and snoot.
Lavender eyes gone wide, the plain ol’ regular Zangoose glared down at the plebians before him. “The goose is loose! Try as you might to take in my Mega Zangoose glory, you unevolved and un-Mega’d fuzzies, it is simply too much for you to handle!” Kittymongoose nose upturned towards the ceiling, Mannoth confidently shook his broad body side to side.
“You’re still a Zangoose,” Radda bleated out.
Snoot unshaken, Mannoth kept his head held up high. “Don’t be silly, sheepy! Surely even you can comprehend my newlyfound goosey glory!”
“Yeah, you’re still a Zangoose,” Balina chimed in. A couple of ‘yups’ and ‘mmhmms’ sounded out in unison from the remaining furs spread out across the lab.
Mannoth’s ego showed its first signs of faltering. “N-nuh uh! I am goosey and proud! There’s no way that didn’t…” He turned down to face himself and mewled in horror. “No… noooooo!” Whining, he patted at his jeans and flannel and red striped fluff.
“Zangoose plus Zangoose equals Zangoose. Who’d have thought,” Balina nonchalantly grunted as she rose to her feet in fits and staggers. She snorted as the Zangoose bluhhed and rushed over to snuggle his sheepy friend tight. Bawling into his wooly shoulder, a bleat and bahh were elicited every time the Zangoose squeezed.
Balina steepled her fingers as the pristine fusion device stood before her. Tantalizingly. “Anywho… the science can go on!” Eeeing in delight, she hobbled on over towards it as fast as her hooved legs would take her. Oof. Undoing a fusion really takes a lot out of a moof. “Moopa, here I come!”
Squeezing free from his goosey entrapment, the Mareep pranced forward and tackled the moof. Growls and grunts sounded out from the moof buried beneath his wooly frame. “Nooooooo! NOT AGAIN. Hurry! Somebody end the story!”
THE END
“Oh thank Arceus,” Radda sighed in relief.
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