This isn't part of my usual routine but I wanted to write this up. Some of my friends know of my Kadabra character Neuron, who also apepared briefly in the beginning of my Pokemon/Digimon crossover stories. Well I never really got a lot of use out of him so I decided to show everyone what a normal life for the Legendary tier Kadabra was like.

WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS UNCONVENTIONAL FOOD TRANSFORMATION, VORE AND CLOTHING TRANSFORMATION. READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Neuron, and Peyton belong to me

Pokemon belongs to Gamefreak and Nintendo.


Snack time


Today was just like any other day, or at least any pleasant day. The air was cool, and you could see the sun poking out of the occasional cloud and know that there was going to be a bit of rain later on in the afternoon. This wouldn’t be a problem for Neuron. He was a well known Kadabra in the region, with his notoriety coming from his occupation as a magician if his top hat and cape weren’t indications. He loved to host magic shows for the children and brighten up the day for their parents as well, knowing they also deserved some time to enjoy themselves when not at work.

Today, Neuron’s magic show was being hosted in the small town of Azalea. Home of the bug gym trainer Bugsy. It was also home to the famous Pokeball maker, Kurt. Being a frequent traveler into town, Neuron knew both of them personally, and while he didn’t really like bug types (Mostly due to being a psychic type) They were always willing to help him find lodging so he wasn’t left sleeping outside of the pokemon center come nightfall.

The show wasn’t supposed to go on until after school let out, when all the children of all ages could enjoy the entertainment, as well as when most of the parents got off work, so he’d decided to help the crew in setting up his stage with his psychic powers. The men and pokemon that worked hard to deliver a solid platform for him to do all his tricks were relieved when he managed to cut their time for work in half, especially since it was an all volunteer group with no pay. The Kadabra just wouldn’t have felt right charging money for the shows and that set well with everyone in the village, as it meant they didn’t have to cover unnecessary expenses and the stage being set up was all wood from buildings and structures that had already been scheduled for demolition so nothing went to waste on this project. He tapped his foot down over the floor of his stage and was happy when it held solid. “Well we still have a couple hour…I’ll go check the donut shop for a snack.”

The work crew waved the Kadabra off. They didn’t need his psychic powers to put the decorations on the stage, and Neuron had a big sweet tooth…If anything it was all he ate! And being a pokemon, even though he could speak English, the store owners were more than happy to give him a few treats for the entertainment he provided them every year and he was more than willing to exploit that.

It only took him maybe 10 minutes to walk from the magic stage to the pastry shop. When the sliding door opened at his presence he couldn’t help but joke to the store owner with a “OK where do you keep the psychic opening your doors?” To which he’d get the response. “Oh we keep them right below your feet. They can sense when you’re stepping up to the door that way!”

The store owner was a young white furred anthro fox girl who after his occasional visits learned her name was Peyton, easily in her mid twenties. She only met Neuron a few times a year, mostly whenever he was traveling to each of his venues, but she loved his company as he never stopped complimenting her on the sweet snacks that she baked in her store. “So how long will you be staying in town this time Neuron?” She asked with a broad smile even as she was grabbing a few donuts from beneath the counter’s display and setting them onto a tray. She knew all of his favorites.

“Oh just a few days this time I’m afraid. I have to be in Mahogany town by the end of next week. That’ll be a fun trip.” He sat down in a booth that he’d always deemed as his own, since nobody ever came into the shop and claimed it whenever he was within it. He’d even created a mark on the table, of a purple kadabra face etched into the table so that if his placement was moved, he’d know where to sit down. He had waited until she arrived at the table and offered her to sit with him as he enjoyed his meal. She was all too happy to oblige as there weren’t any other customers for her to serve. “How is little Damon?”

“Well he’s struggling in math…but he’s doing great in every other class. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you again.” Peyton pushed the plate of food towards Neuron and watched the kadabra take off his hat before he took his first bite into a chocolate donut. “So…how does it taste?”

Neuron took his first bite and took his time savoring it too…He would only swallow once he was sure he’d gotten everything out of the bite. “You ask that every time…It’s heavenly. I’ve tried replicating your pastries but they don’t compare to yours.”

That got a giggle from the vixen who just shook her head when he took another bite of the food she’d given to him until she heard the bell at the door indicating that someone was walking in. She stepped behind the counter and straightened up her apron as she watched a group of wolves walking into her shop. She recognized their jackets having the rockets logo but knew that team rocket had been kicked out of town years ago and were only using those leftover jackets to try and intimidate the townsfolk. “Good afternoon how can I help you three?” She asked with the sweetest smile she could muster, but knew the three of them were no good.

“Yeah…you could say that.” The wolf in the middle stepped forward. He was a red furred wolf while his two flunkies were a basic grey furred variant. He put his hand over the counter, grinning to the vixen as he looked into the glass counter to see what she had. “You don’t got any chocolate donuts left lady?”

She didn’t take to that tone he had with her, and narrowed her eyes. “My name is Peyton…and I’m sorry sir but we just ran out of chocolate donuts for the day. I could bake some more but they wouldn’t be ready until the magic show starts.”

“Fiesty…” The wolf’s grin grew wider as he reached over to grab her chin. “Well I say…if you don’t have our chocolates then I’m going to have to teach you to keep some on hand and reserved for us.”

Peyton had enough, and slapped the man on the cheek, hard. “I think you need to leave now before I call the police.” She huffed, though when her arms were suddenly locked down as he’d pinned her against the counter, she yelped.

“Lady you aren’t going to do anything…” The red wolf was about to hold her down for his boys to have their fun with her…a form of punishment that made both Neuron and Peyton sick to their stomachs, until he saw Neuron just sitting there, finishing a donut hole that was in his back and setting the empty tray to the side as he started picking his teeth with a toothpick. “Well look at that…there’s chocolate on this Kadabra’s lips.” He let go of Peyton to approach Neuron and slammed his hands onto the table. “You owe us some donuts.”

After realizing that he’d still had chocolate on his lips, Neuron grabbed a napkin to clean himself off. “Have.”

“What did you say?” the wolf asked.

“You don’t HAVE anymore chocolate donuts. If you’re going to be rude in this nice lady’s shop, the least you could do is use grammar that doesn’t make you look stupid.” Neuron looked at the trio of canines and chuckled as he noticed their passive looks turn into angry glares.

The red wolf smacked the table again and tried to smack Neuron on the face for daring to insult him but he met resistance barely even a centimeter away from the pokemon’s cheek, his hand surrounded in a thin purple aura as he struggled to move it. The Kadabra however…turned his gaze in the direction of the store trash can and suddenly the wolf was sent flying into it, covered in leftover food from previous patrons throughout the day.

The two grey furred wolves turned to one another, then to Neuron and pulled out a pair of knives. “Stay where you are freak! You shouldn’ta done that!”

Neuron looked over his fingers, realizing they were sticky from the chocolates he enjoyed and licked them clean before tipping his head forward. “My apologies. I guess your friend had an accident. You say I owe you some donuts yes?”

“Y-yeah…that’s right.” The wolf to the right answered, looking to his cohort who parroted his words.

“Well far be it from me to leave a debt unpaid.” Neuron turned to the wolf to the left and his eyes started glowing a bright purple, almost in sync with the canine’s body who was suddenly enveloped in the same color. He was slowly lifted into the air as his body started glowing, shrinking down considerably as he shouted. Eventually the shouts would be silenced as a glowing round ball that the wolf had been compacted into found it’s way into Neuron’s hand. The light died down to reveal a chocolate donut in the pokemon’s palm. “Here you go. I owe you a chocolate donut, and now you have one.”

When Neuron lifted his hand to offer it to the remaining wolf, his eyes widened and he instinctively took a step back. “Wh-what are you? Normal Kadabra’s can’t just do that!”

Neuron, who was somewhat hurt that the wolf wouldn’t accept his gift, set the donut down on a clean napkin and pointed a claw at him. The same glow that had enveloped his poor friend now covered his body. “I’m the magician in town…normally I try to keep my powers contained in the magic show…but you’ve assaulted this lady…who makes the best pastries this side of the Johto region. I can’t let that go unpunished…but what should I do with you…”

At this point, the wolf was whimpering in silence as he couldn’t move a muscle with the psychic field keeping him held firmly in place. “Come on now…no need to be hasty. Just…letme go and I’ll never come back to this shop again…I swear!”

“You already know I’m the magician in town. If I took you at your word you’d most definitely punish this lady harshly once I’ve left to my next venue…but don’t worry…I’m absolutely parched! How does lemonade sound?” Neuron asked, a bright grin on his face. The wolf however could barely shout an objection as he was suddenly being compacted much like his friend. One hand outstretched, Neuron was eagerly waiting for the glass to casually slide into his hand. He grabbed the donut from where he’d left it and began chomping own on it. While this would normally terrify most people, Peyton was completely aware of the psychic type’s ability of transformation. It was why her little brother loved watching his shows.

The boss of the wolves was slowly coming too, wiggling his way out of the trash can to find that his two lackey’s had abandoned him…He then noticed that Neuron was casually finishing off a donut that shouldn’t have been there…the chocolate donuts had been all eaten so where’d it come from…? He then watched the pokemon wash down his snack with the lemonade in hand. “Where did my two friends go? They bail on me?” HE growled as he took out a knife of his own and was starting to approach Peyton, when a psychic field enveloped him too.

Neuron was just draining the last of his drink and let out a content sigh followed by a belch. “UUurrrp! Excuse me…” he looked embarrassed, and casually walked up to the leader of the wolf gang. “Don’t worry they’re around…” He gave his stomach a few playful pats and smiled. “Now…I think you owe this lady an apology.”

The red furred wolf looked incredulous at Neuron’s assumption, and while he couldn’t lay a hand on either the psychic or the vixen in the hold that Neuron currently had over him…he still managed to spit at the pokemon’s table. “I won’t forget this. I’ll be back with more guys.”

Neuron sighed, handing Peyton the empty glass. He usually gave her the glasses of his transformed prey if they caused trouble, and sometimes during the busy season, she could use the extra. While she was washing the new dish she’d received from Neuron, he walked over to his prey and circled around him. “I already have a cape…and a top hat…and my stomach is sooo full from all the sweets I’ve eaten. Oh…I know…” He snapped his claws, grinning like a child. “I could use a tux! It’ll go great with my cape and hat.”

“What the hell are you babbling about you freak?” The wolf asked, clearly unamused.

“Oh you’re about to find out…” His eyes started glowing a bright pink as did the wolf’s body. Though unlike his other two victims…there wasn’t a blinding light, instead the poor guy was beginning to grow thin right in front of their eyes. He felt an odd sensation…as if all of his internal organs were simply…vanishing, and he was losing mass, growing weightless. The look of realization and terror grew on the wolf’s face, but by the time he had the sense to scream for help…his lungs and voice box had already been flattened like a pancake…his red fur slowly being changed into a red silk like texture as it started wrapping around Neuron’s body. His hand and feet paws which were white, had been flattened and rolled so that they were made into the new tuxedo’s cuffs, his tail had split, so as to become the new tux’s tail end. He was fitting perfectly over the kadabra’s body, but when Neuron realized that he had no use for a second hat, snapped his fingers and his old hat vanished while the red wolf’s face was beginning to take on a thin oval shape…his ears and nose sank into the new forming top hat but oddly enough, the eyes and mouth of the fox remained fixed at the top of the hat…the poor guy was fully transformed into a new tuxedo and hat for the Kadabra’s stage performance. An unfortunate byproduct of being transformed by Neuron, was that the one transformed retained all senses of what was happening to them. That meant the two wolves that he’d transformed and eaten had endured the whole process and still were from within his depths. They’d have the mercy of eventually fading away within the Kadabra. Their boss on the other hand…as their senses remained and they had no need for outside sustenance, their leader was effectively sentenced to a life as Neuron’s flashy new red tux.

“Red’s a little tacky…are you sure you really want to keep him like that?” Peyton asked, looking more upset at the color than the actual deed.

Neuron flipped his new tap hat over and set it over his head, looking to the vixen with a playful grin. “It may be a bit…flashy…I might donate it to a thrift store after I’ve had my use out of it. What time is it?”

Peyton looked at the store clock as if she’d already forgotten the altercation that happened in her shop. “It’s…2:45 right now.”

“Yikes…I’d better go get ready. Those kids will be out of class any minute and expecting a show!” Neuron grabbed the empty wrappers, but instead of throwing them into the trash, he snapped his fingers and they were as if he’d never used them. “There you go…consider it effectively recycled.” He tipped his hat in her direction and began to walk out of the shop.

(End)