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Bag Egg? [Swellow TF] by Joat

It was a simple-looking Pokémon egg, nestled between a couple of large trees amidst some tall grass. In his adventures, Ash had seen a large number of Pokémon eggs with various different colors and patterns hinting at the Pokémon that would hatch from it, but he had never seen this variety before. It was fairly simplistic, a yellowish-white color with irregularly-shaped green spots on it.

In theory, it was a rather mundane sight. Why, then, did Ash feel so unnerved about it? It wasn’t like him to get spooked so easily. Pikachu seemed to share his apprehension as well, perhaps even to a greater degree, giving a concerned “Pika pikaaa...” while tugging on his pant leg, urging him to just walk away from the egg.

While a part of Ash wanted to leave and not look back, his curiosity overpowered this urge. Besides, he was a good enough trainer that together, he and his Pokémon should be able to handle whatever happens, right? In fact, as he thought on it more, this felt less like an inexplicably-scary thing to avoid and more like a challenge to overcome, even if he didn’t understand why simply approaching an egg should feel like a challenge. Nonetheless, like any good challenge, it got him excited to try it... even if, again, it felt more than a bit silly to feel like it was a challenge at all.

“Pika!” Pikachu shouted as he saw his trainer taking a step toward the egg.

Ash looked back. “Don’t worry, Pikachu! It’s just an egg. And if something bad does happen, we’ll make it through together.”

“Pika...” Pikachu said, not feeling quite so confident, but deciding to try and trust Ash’s judgment. They’d been through so much together and made it to the other side, surely the same would be true of this too, right?

Ash walked toward the egg, then knelt down and placed a hand gingerly on the top of the egg, at which point the top of the egg broke into a bunch of tiny pieces as if he’d thumped it with a hammer. The pieces gently floated down a short distance, not even reaching the bottom of the interior of the egg before vanishing.

“Whaa?” Ash called out, standing up and stumbling back a bit. “I barely touched it!”

“Pika pika!” Pikachu shouted, peeking at the egg from behind Ash’s legs. Neither of them knew what was going on, but they could both easily tell one thing: this was no ordinary egg. Ash wondered if he’d somehow damaged the Pokémon within, if indeed there was one within. Pikachu, though, was asking himself no such questions. Whatever this thing was, he was pretty sure it was not a real egg!

Then, a cry of surprise from Ash cause Pikachu to divert his attention from the egg for a moment, instead gazing upward before giving a loud “Pika!” as he watched long, dark grayish-blue feathers start growing from Ash’s hands. In fact, within a handful of seconds Ash’s hands had become so overtaken by feathers that the hands underneath were no longer visible. Though with how his hands were feeling now, Ash wasn’t quite sure that what was under his new feathers were hands anymore. He certainly couldn’t feel his fingers anymore.

“What’s going oo-AAAH!” Ash shouted, as he felt his nose and mouth reshaping, becoming harder... and before his very eyes, becoming a wide yellow beak, as small pieces of the egg continued to fall off and evaporate into nothingness.

Pikachu tried thinking of a way to stop whatever was happening. He didn’t want to do anything involving touching the egg, as that was what caused this situation in the first place, but he had to do something to stop it! And so, he did the only thing he could think of: He began charging up a Thunderbolt attack. However, for some reason, he couldn’t release it at the egg. It wasn’t because he couldn’t let go of the energy or forgot how to use the move. Rather, it felt as if something was blurring the line in his mind between that which shouldn’t exist and that which didn’t exist. Then, in trying to regain focus on the egg itself and trying to target it, he’d distracted himself from keeping the move charged up, still preventing him from attacking the strange egg. Pikachu shook his head. Just what was going on? How did this egg have the power to prevent him from being able to attack it?

Then, Pikachu heard a ripping sound. Both he and Ash looked down just in time to see Ash’s shoes begin to be destroyed, as black claws were poking through them, three spread out in front, one in the back. Then quickly, the shoes were destroyed entirely, revealing that the black claws were attached to red feet, now looking nothing like those of a human, instead looking just like bird feet.

Ash’s sleeves were bulging, as well. Having already overtaken his hands, now the dark gray-blue feathers were growing on his arms. As his feathers grew longer, some of them were changing from one solid color to being white at the bases of the feathers, giving the feathers on his arms - no, the insides of his wings - a two-toned look that seemed awfully familiar.

Realizing the shirt was going to be a problem, Ash started trying to take it off, as well as his backpack. It was not as easy as it would have been normally, as he was now deprived of his hands, but nonetheless he was able to take his backpack and shirt off, revealing that his transformation had progressed more than he’d realized. Not only were his wings now fully-developed, but the feathers were now starting to spread to his torso.

The egg was half-gone now as the feathers continued to spread. The feathers on his back were the same dark gray-blue as much of his wings, but on his front that color was only present as a shallow V-shape under his neck, surrounded by red feathers. Further down, the red feathers began to be surrounded by white feathers on either side, the red plumage covering less area and the white plumage covering more until a point on his belly where there were only white feathers from that point down. At that point, it finally clicked in Ash’s head what he was becoming: A Swellow.

While Ash was watching his front being covered by feathers, Pikachu was watching Ash’s face. There, too, feathers were sprouting, in this case mostly red ones, as Ash’s head began to reshape to a more avian shape, his cap falling off as it was happening. The sides and back of his head were growing dark gray-blue feathers, the feathers on the back of his head sticking out a fair bit. Finally, the feathers overtook his neck, bridging the gap between the plumage on his head and his torso.

Ash looked down, then opened his beak and tried to speak, succeeding in a way he did not expect, but perhaps should have, as his speech came out as a Swellow’s Poké-speech.

Pikachu replied back, wondering if Ash would be able to understand him.

Ash said. As unusual as this was and as much as it would make being a Pokémon trainer more than a little difficult, at the very least this was quite the upside. Now, he’d be able to understand what all his Pokémon were saying!

Pikachu’s next words, though, were a bit alarming.

Ash looked around at his surroundings. It looked like the world around him was getting larger, which meant... yes, he was indeed shrinking! Before he could react, his pants fell down around his ankles, now too big to fit him, revealing that his legs were now red and scaly, just like a Swellow’s legs. As Ash was shrinking down, his legs were shrinking down the most, becoming much more stout as they reshaped themselves into proper bird legs.

Then, just as he was nearly to the size of a normal Swellow, two large feathers grew from his hind, fairly spread out and pointed upward, colored dark gray-blue with red tips. Then, Ash looked toward the egg again, just in time to see the last few shards of it disappear completely as he finished shrinking down. His transformation was complete.

Pikachu stared at Ash for a bit in awed silence. Now that the transformation was over, he could now take a rest to try to process what just happened and to try to convince himself that what just happened was real, that the Swellow that stood before him was in fact Ash.

Ash, meanwhile, was looking himself over, having a hard time believing what had just happened to him. But after a bit, he had an idea, looking toward Pikachu.

Pikachu asked in response.

Ash spread his wings. Despite the very different face, Pikachu could still recognize that familiar excitement in Ash’s eyes.

Pikachu smiled. Even with how he knew their lives would never be the same after this, he had a hard time feeling down about it anymore. Swellow or no, this was still definitely the Ash that Pikachu knew. And Pokémon trainer or no, there were still definitely plenty of new and exciting adventures ahead.

Pikachu said.

Bag Egg? [Swellow TF]

Joat

This is a stream commission for Zohaku, written with a TF trigger that proves I am a nerd.

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