MrTherandomguy42

(Various M and F to Pokemon Mass TF) There was no reason behind it. It was a virus that spread from sound alone, infectious cries doing the impossible: turning people into Pokemon. Just a single cry was enough to doom a person to a life in a new body, with a new mind—and the city was so very full of such cries. A Salazzle smirked, pressing Mike against a wall. He’d seen this happen to each of his friends, one at a time. She’d, disgustingly, had her Shrubbish companion plug their ears with something that was hopefully far more sterile than it smelled. Then, one by one, she’d removed the plugs, hissing into their ears and reveling as they changed into Pokemon. Then she’d let them scurry away, not a human thought left in their heads. Would it hurt when it happened to him? Would it be terrifying? Mike had imagined so, had pictured her cool reptilian skin pressing against his and quavering at the taunting look in her eyes. He wasn’t ready for how warm she was, or how smooth her skin