Pikachu TG TF

Zach followed the winding road through the seemingly endless forest. It was dark and eerie, the only sounds the occasional flutter of wings or screech of an enraged Pokemon. His eyes darted back and forth, back and forth, searching out any Pokemon that would wish do to him harm. He knew the Beedrills in this area were vicious, he'd seen the corpse of a young woman attacked by the creatures before he entered the forest. He could think of nothing worse than winding up like that girl, a hole through his stomach and his shredded guts spilled on the dead grass.

Zach continued forward, stumbling over  something during his trek. He fell onto the road, pieces of gravel cutting into his knees. He yelped and turned around to see what had sent him to the ground.

Sitting on the road was a lone, rather beaten Pokeball. Zach stood and picked it from the ground, disregarding his scraped knees. He turned the ball over in his hand and finally decided that he would take it with him, perhaps it was misplaced and somebody in the next town was looking for his lost Pokeball. He clipped the ball to his belt and started down the path when he heard a little chirp from down below.

"Pikachu!" Came the cry from the tiny yellow creature staring up at Zach. "Pika!"

Zach pulled the Pokeball from his belt. "Is this…yours?"

"Pika!"

Zach knelt down and started to notice some things. First of all, off to the side of the road, there were bloodstains on the grass. Zach followed the stains into a bush where he found a young man, mouth open wide, eyes exploding out of his head. His chest had a gaping hole in it. Zach backed away, gasping for breath. "Oh my God."

"Pika…" The Pikachu looked down at the ground. "Pikachu…"

Zach noticed, on the road, there was a slight depression where the Pokeball had sat, and some rocks strewn about. It was a grave. And not for the Pikachu's master.

"I'm so sorry my friend." Zach knelt to return the Pokeball back to its rightful place…

…then the buzzing began.

"Pika!" The Pikachu turned to face the sound. Zach, still holding the ball, knew what he had to do.

"Run Pikachu!" He reached down to take the creature in his hand but it ran toward the Beedrills as they crested over the bushes to the east. There was an army of them, and their eyes were set on Zach.

"C-crap!" Zach ran to stop Pikachu, wishing vengeance for the death of its master and whoever was buried under the road, but stumbled again, this time on one of the rocks around the grave. He dropped the old Pokeball and it bounced against the ground, the button on the front of the ball getting pressed as it rolled to a stop a few feet from Zach.

"No!" He could hear the buzzing get closer and the Pikachu using its electric shock to defeat it's foes.

Then Zach saw the beaten Pokeball open. A translucent ball of red was stored inside, swirling violently. Before Zach could even wonder what it was, it struck at him like lightning and pounded him in the chest. A Beedrill neared him but was pushed away by a sudden burst of energy that shook the entire forest sending leaves from the trees and flying types to the skies.

Zach screamed as his whole body was put under pressure. He felt his bones cracking and his height shrinking. It was like he was inside of a box that was constantly shrinking and his body had to change to continue to fit inside. He watched his hands become a pair of tiny yellow paws, his fingers disappearing, leaving behind little nubs. Meanwhile, he could feel his legs pressing into his body, the bones shrinking or disappearing as they became a pair of animal legs, the bones bowing. His toes became the same nubs as those on his hand.

"W-what's happening?" He asked. He felt his entire body grow yellow fur. His stomach expanded just a little bit, leaving him plump, yet not fat. His buttocks smoothed out and a tail started to grow above it, a furry lightning strike that swished about as Zach tried to fight the change.

He felt his genitals start to slip inside of him. His changing eyes grew wide. "This…this isn't right!" He cried as his penis became a tight pink flower and his lower body rearranged itself to be that of a mother rather than a father. "W-whaa…Pika!" A line of electricity jumped on one of his cheeks. Zach screamed as his eyes became tiny and beady. His cheeks grew red circles upon them and his teeth became razor sharp. His black hair was falling out as his ears slid up his head and grew long and oval-shaped. The tips were black fur while the rest were yellow.

"PIKA!" Electricity crackled across Zach's body. He was inside of the depression where the grave had been, his clothes lying over his now tiny shape. They lit on fire as a violent burst of electricity exploded from his body. "PIKACHU!"

He tried to fight the memories, but he couldn't do it. She saw her master get killed and saw herself get attacked by the Beedrills while the male she loved watched on. She saw herself in a gym, battling a leader.

She leapt from the burning depression and saw the Beedrills, her love fighting them off. She ran to his side and let loose the biggest blast of lightning she could, frying half the army of Beedrills and scaring the rest away. As they buzzed to their nests and the bodies dropped to the ground the male Pikachu turned to his mate with a tear in his eye.

The words that were exchanged cannot be translated easily, but in the end the tearful Pikachu's created a grave for their master and ran out of the forest and to the nearest town where, that night, they slept tight against each other, dreaming of their new lives together.

"I missed you so much." The male cried as he slept.

"I'm here love." The female rubbed her cheek against his.