Sitting at his desk, curtains drawn and his new laptop purring away whisper quiet Kyrio stared at the blank canvas on the screen. His stylus was bouncing back and forth idly between his thumb and forefinger as he sought after illusive inspiration.

“Typical,” he sighed, pushing back an errant strand of his long black hair, “New computer, and I’m stuck for ideas.”

Switching screens the young twenty something year old man scanned through his messages and files, seeking the elusive spark that would lead to an idea. Sighing he slumped back in his chair and rubbed his chin, he really had to shave, he’d been lazy the last few days. Perking up somewhat he pressed his stylus to his tablet and laid down a quick sketch of a head, shaggy chin scruff, long hair. A few minutes later he had a headshot of himself with a scruffy beard.

“Now what…” Kyrio murmured and pushed away from his desk, chair wheels squeaking as he stared up at the ceiling, still seeking inspiration. Something involving himself and not shaving.

The thump from the hallway made him pause, he brought his head back down and turned to look at the door. There was no one else in the house right now, with a shrug he turned back to the screen, figuring it was nothing then froze as voices interrupted the silence.

“What sort of entrance was that,” a soft, cultured sounding voice complained, “I mean seriously if we’d come out of that entrance any faster we’d have dented the wall.”

“Hey, don’t blame me, that’s the only statue of any size on the whole property,” the second voice was softer with a higher tone to it, less cultured with more of a hiss to it.

“Well where are we then?” the first voice muttered, “Are we anywhere near the target?”

“I think so, it’s hard to tell once we are on this side, I’m no Russet.”

Opening the door to the hall Kyrio poked his head out onto the landing. Warily he moved out of his room when he couldn’t see anyone and inched toward the end of the hall. Groping to his right with one hand he lifted a lamp off a table, the heavy metal weight just right for defending oneself if needed. Slowly poking his head around the corner Kyrio looked toward the top of the stairs.

Kyrio froze, the two figures standing on the landing where impossible. The tallest one was covered in rich purple and lavender fur with thick, shaggy brown hair covering his head. A large purple horn emerged from his forehead, the point sharp and rather unnerving to look at. He had large rabbit like ears with green insides yet the fangs of a meat eater and the buck teeth of a lapine. He was dressed in white and black shorts with a white vest and black unbuttoned shirt over the top of it.

His companion was shorter, barely standing as tall as the rabbit’s hips. Some sort of crocodile, with shiny, rubber like red scales. He was wearing a red and black collar and as Kyrio’s brain caught up with what he was seeing he realised it was a totodile. Not a cute, cartoon like image but flesh and scaled with big with a mouth full of sharp, very real teeth totodile!

Now that he had realised that it was a pokemon standing on his landing Kyrio realised the purple figure had elements of nidoran in his appearance. Which explained the horn, the deadly sharp dangerous looking please don’t headbutt me with it horn. Slowly Kyrio realised that the two where no longer bickering and the human brought his attention back to them both. They were now looking at him and slowly the human pulled his lamp around. He knocked the lampshade off and lifted it up.

“What… are you doing in here?” he demanded, voice shaking a bit.

The totodile tilted his head and stared up at Kyrio then he grinned. Which was extremely unnerving, “That’s him Master Trainer, get him.”

The talking pokemon shouldn’t have been a surprise, he’d heard two voices after all. But it still caught him off guard. Of course the whole situation was unusual so Kyrio stood no chance as the purple pokémon trainer threw a black pokéball at him. He had time to see that the indented stripe around the middle was red and then it whacked him in the forehead and snapped open. Stumbling backwards Kyrio dropped the lamp, the bulb smashed but he was too busy to really care as a wave of bright blue liquid erupted out of the ball and engulfed his head.

Clawing at his face Kyrio tried to wipe the strange liquid out of his eyes but it was so thick. It also seemed to be alive, oozing over his cheeks, sliding down his nose, spreading relentlessly on its own. It stuck to his hands as he tried to wipe his eyes clear, which just gummed his fingers together as the liquid seemed to thicken and grow stickier.

Trying to shout, or call for help Kyrio pulled at the gloop as it spread across his mouth, trying to tug it away from lips. It refused to come away however, just grew thicker, blocking his nostrils and refusing to part as he opened his mouth wide to scream. At first it just formed a thick film of flowing gloop stretched between his lips, it bulged slightly as his scream expelled air from his lungs. It refused to break however or pop and his scream was muffled and desperate for air Kyrio breathed in which sucked the film into his mouth. Which is where it finally broke, pouring across his tongue and oozing uncomfortably through the gaps in his teeth. It was horrible and cutting off his breathing, pawing desperately at his mouth Kyrio fell to his knees, clawing at the gunk now filling his mouth.

The liquid however was too thick, he couldn’t force his nails through it. Struggling against the goo Kyrio tried to draw breath, his lungs were burning and there was a horrible liquid feeling flooding through his sinuses and down the back of his throat. For a moment he hovered on the edge of passing out, throat heaving uncomfortably as if he was about to empty the contents of his stomach. Then the film across his lips parted. It snapped free and he drew a panicked breath, his lungs expanded as he gathered himself ready to shout when the film snapped shut once more and his scream ended in a muffled burble.

The breath allowed him to feel the liquid sliding up the back of his neck however. It was also rising across his forehead, then it started to ooze through his hair. It was pushing through the roots of his thick luxurious locks, squishing over his scalp, tingling and tightening, forming a layer that now encased his entire head. For a moment longer he could feel it the tightening seal of liquid and his hair meshed together. Then the grip across his head lessened and something slithered across his shoulders. It was a long, silken cascade that lasted several seconds and then it was gone. What wasn’t gone however was the pile of hair now gathered around his knees and draped across his legs! The liquid had shorn him off his locks, his precious, thick, long hair, wiped away relentlessly by this strange liquid!

A new sensation was spreading across the front of his face however. The liquid was tugging at his skin, pulling his jaw forward. It was uncomfortable everything tingled and for a moment his tongue felt weird, it no longer sat comfortably behind his teeth. Then with a snap his tongue battered into place behind his fangs and he opened his eyes wide.

The view was wrong however, he could see something protruding before his eyes. It wasn’t his nose however, he knew what that looked like, this was wider, and as he breathed out through his nose it flared, two slits opening to let air out like the nostrils of a snout. Kyrio was distracted from this however as something suddenly squeezed across his shoulders and constricted down the length of his chest.

Twisting his head and trying to look down Kyrio could just make out thick blue liquid oozing down his torso. Lifting one of his hands he stared at his hand, and watched in shock as the thick blue liquid passed along his bicep, along his forehand and joined up with the sticky blue gunk that already gummed his fingers together.

It felt so odd, the strange liquid was growing thicker, spreading in two shades down his chest and along the sides of his torso. It had slipped beneath his clothing, his t-shirt was dissolving, the cotton coming apart, revealing the skin beneath to be coated in a thick layer of sky blue goo. The mess spreading down his toros otherwise was a darker royal blue but it was relentless. Paw at it as he would the gloop would not stop, it continued to creep across his skin. His arms were covered entirely and the goo was heading down across his stomach which caused Kyrio a spike of alarm as he tried to stop its spread down across his crotch.

The goo however just slid over and under his hands. It spread thickly over his cock and balls and spread around his thighs. It was disturbingly sticky, yet at the same time amazingly smooth, slipperly and slick. Sliding without a care across his skin, sliding up under his nuts and along his rump. He squeaked as the liquid contracted. It was doing weird stuff to his body and the thick goo was dripping, oozing, spreading down his legs, enclosing his skin and heading toward his feet.

It was growing harder to care about the goo covering his body however, New sensations were demanding his attention. Kyrio could now feel the floor beneath his knees, air against his face and skin as if it was no longer covered. Yet he knew the goo hadn’t left his body and now there were weird crawling, shifting sensation similar to how his jaw had felt before he’d been able to open his eyes again!

His arms were growing tingly, shortening, he could literally feel the bones drawing inwards. Something incredibly disturbing was happening to his cock and balls, the goo was pulling them in against his crotch. The pressure increased for a moment and then they slid inside! His eyes opened wide at that feeling and he cried out in shock at the sudden unnatural feeling of them moving inside his body! Shortly after that his fingers grew cramped, his fingernails seemed to lengthen, growing thicker and sharper.

It was overwhelming, he wasn’t himself any longer, flexing his toes Kyrio scraped his claws against the tough wooden floor. He blinked open his eyes and raised one hand, reaching for his neck. It was bare, there was no thick luxurious covering of black hair nestled against his skin. He’d felt it fall away earlier but actually touching bare skin only confirmed this.

In fact his claw tipped fingers didn’t encounter skin at all. There was a collar, a strange device of overlapping scales with a green tag hanging down against his chest. Running his fingers up past the collar he encountered smooth, interlocking tiny blue scales that ran up the back of his head and across his perfectly bald, smooth head.

Lowering his hands Kyrio stared at them, they were very short and covered in blue scales like the rest of his body. He had white claws, three of them atop short, stubby fingers and a small thumb. His hands were a deep shade of sapphire blue and as he lifted one foot to wriggle his claws he saw that his feet were the same shade. It was like he had a pair of gloves and socks on that differed from the rest of his body.

From just below his chest downwards his scales were a light sky-blue whilst the rest of his body was a deep royal blue and as he twisted around to look at his tail Kyrio starred in perplexed curiosity at the heavyweight that had been bothering him. It was attached to the base of his spine and stretched out in a long curve to a narrow tip. A tip that was covered in a rich, purple flame that bobbed and twisted and flickered all of its own. He had a tail, he was bald and looking around he realised he was at best three feet tall.
It was impossible, it was insane, but looking up at the mirror set in the wall Kyrio couldn’t deny it. He was a charmander, a blue one with scales that gleamed as if they were made of some sort of living polymer. But a charmander nonetheless.

It was too much to comprehend, it was impossible to believe. Here he was, lying on the floor of his parents upstairs landing. Now he was a pokémon and then suddenly a weird light engulfed his body and he suddenly found himself melting, what had moments before felt like solid limbs and a torso resting against the ground became liquid. He was rushing through the air and then everything was dark. It was like he was contained somehow, there was pressure all around, tingling, squeezing, holding him, trying to convince him to not struggle.

He couldn’t breathe, but then he didn’t seem to need to breath. There was a vague sensation of the outside world. He could sense he was somewhere and just beyond was the hall. Then there was a hand, and a floating, quiet sensation of dark silence and quiet. The voices were back, which was both alarming and comforting.

“Well that went well,” it was the totodile’s voice, “See I told you I’d find us a new recruit.”

“Yes,” the nido like trainer replied as the dark place grew more confined, the pressure increased which made Kyrio feel sleepy. It was hard to focus on the outside world and the voices but he was still vaguely aware of his surroundings.

“I’d have preferred to have sometime to talk with him about this,” the trainer complained.

“Pfft, it’s better this way, soon as we are home, let him out and I’ll explain everything, I assure you he’ll love it.”

“Not like he has much choice now,” the trainer chuckled, “Fair enough, let’s get home and then we can talk with him.”

After that Kyrio lost track, time didn’t seem to have any meaning for him. There was just the darkness, the soft floating in a world of darkness. There were occasional voices, soft spoken words and a sense that if he really tried he could force his way out of the darkness to the world of sensation and shape beyond.

He didn’t really want to however, it was nice here, relaxing in the darkness. Trying to work out just exactly what had happened when that strange, thick, blue goo had engulfed his body. After well, after some time, he had no real idea how much time light suddenly flowed into the darkness. Once again he experienced that peculiar rushing sensation then his feet touched the floor.

He was back, there was solid floor beneath his feet, air against his scales. Turning his head he looked into the bright eyes of the shiny, red totodile waiting nearby. He grinned that crocodile grin of his and waved a clawed hand.

“Welcome to the team Kyrio, you’re going to love it!”

~ to be continued…