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Dragon Factory (Plush Haxorus TF)
A pokemon trainer wanders into a seemingly abandoned factory in search of powerful pokemon. He finds one, but not how he expected, and it has plans for him...
Part of a story-for-art trade I did with the excellent
HdLepre. Check out their stuff!
“Stupid thief... stupid factory... stupid me!” Evan cursed at himself and his luck under his breath as he wiped a mass of old gear grease on his pants, creeping through aisle after aisle of metal rigging, conveyor belts, and shelves of massive plush toys, all casting strange shadows in the moonlight from a shattered window high above. A novice Pokemon trainer on his first badge journey through Unova, things had started out fairly well for him: he had successfully defeated the Striaton City gym with his trusty Audino, then gone on to sweep the Nacrene and Castelia gyms. Nimbasa gave him some trouble, but he emerged victorious all the same. By the time he finished there, he felt a swelling of pride and a feeling of invincibility. That had proved to be the end of his good fortune, however. A couple of surprisingly strong trainers had nearly wiped the floor with Evan before he'd even crossed Driftveil Drawbridge; he ran back to Nimbasa and gotten his party healed up, but the subsequent supply run left him next to broke. A few more hard-won battles refilled his wallet just enough to soothe his wounded pride, and as he finally entered Driftveil City, he almost felt back on his feet, the memories of Nimbasa's bright lights and carnival sounds still lingering in the back of his mind. And then, before Evan could even find a hotel, he fell victim to a thief not long after who grabbed his satchel and vanished into the crowd. That satchel contained everything—his badges, his ID, his pokedex, his wallet, even his pokemon—all he had left was enough change in his pocket to afford a single pokeball.
Four badges, countless battles, and years of effort in preparation, all rendered in vain in one fleeting moment. Evan would have broken down then and there if he hadn't been in utter shock.
But giving up wasn't in Evan's nature, thief or no thief. Desperate for new pokemon, he'd heard of an abandoned factory in the city where rare pokemon had been sighted, and gone to investigate. But to his chagrin, the lead turned out to be an apparent bust; he'd spent at least two hours exploring the factory without seeing so much as a stray purrloin. Instead of the second chance at being a trainer he had hoped for, all he'd found was the remains of a once-thriving business that apparently exclusively produced gigantic plush pokemon. Oddly enough, a good chunk of them seemed almost hollow, like sleeping-bags...
Before he could muse on that particular oddity further, a strange, loud thumping noise from somewhere deeper inside the factory shattered the silence, sending Evan into a quiet panic.
Crap... if I'm caught trespassing...
As more noises emerged from the darkness, Evan whipped around, looking for a suitable hiding place, but the pickings were slim in spite of the factory clutter; he could easily crawl under a conveyor belt, but he would be perfectly visible the instant someone bent over. A mass of nearby cables looked promising until he noticed a stray spark coming off of one and decided not to risk it. And he definitely wasn't dumb enough to climb into one of the big machines lest he get crushed in the gears. With the source of the noise drawing near, Evan finally found the answer: a massive haxorus plush sitting in a bin at the end of a conveyor belt, the zipper on the back open to reveal the soft interior. Quickly turning it so that its back faced a wall rather than the corridor the thumping was coming from, he climbed inside the plush pokemon and waited. To Evan's surprise, the interior was not only comfortable, but had legs and sleeves as well as eyeholes, with fabric that was far more breathable than he would have expected given the thickness of the interior padding. I guess this is some sort of weird sleeping bag, he thought, though his fear of discovery kept him from appreciating its construction any further.
Evan's heart pounded in his chest as the sounds grew ever closer, the thumping slowly growing into a powerful booming sound that caused some loose objects to clatter to the floor. Finally, the source of the noise revealed itself; Evan stared in surprise from behind the plush suit's eyes as a hydreigon stomped heavily into the room, its three heads peering around. A few moments passed with Evan being frozen in fear, unwilling to breathe heavily for fear that the powerful dragon-type might hear him, but as the massive Pokemon began to pass him by, a different thought crossed his mind.
Hydreigon are insanely rare! With something like that on my team, I can't lose!
As the three-headed pokemon moved further away, Evan prepared to slip out the back of his hiding spot... only to hear the telltale sound of the zipper sealing him inside.
“HEY! WHAT—” Evan yelped in shock and terror, only remembering the massive pokemon he'd been hiding from when it turned all three heads to look directly at him with an expression that seemed... triumphant, as if it had always known he was there. Upon closer inspection, Evan realized that it wasn't even a “real” pokemon, but instead a life-sized plush version that was somehow able to move on its own. Evan's panic only grew from this revelation, and his sudden imprisonment only served to heighten his terror. He wriggled his legs and arms around as much as he could, but the padding was so thick that it restricted all his movement to the slightest of wobbles. The hydreigon slowly began to approach, its plush body not remotely muffling its heavy footsteps; worse still, the interior of the haxorus suit grew thicker, more snug, further hindering Evan's struggles. It wasn't painful, nor did he feel as if he were being crushed—in fact, it wasn't that much different than being tucked into bed—but considering the situation, that did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.
“Please, let me out! Someone, help!” shouted Evan, his fear building into a crescendo of horror as the hydreigon stomped closer to him; suddenly, his limbs seemed to be able to move a little more freely, just enough that he tumbled backward out of the bin and onto the factory floor, the soft interior of the suit perfectly cushioning his fall. Something about the suit felt different, but Evan was too busy trying to get his body to cooperate enough to turn over and run to notice. Little by little, he found himself growing more limber within the suit; first, his arms and legs felt less restricted, then with a little more work he managed to just barely twist his torso and neck and turn over onto his hands and feet—or, rather, the fore- and hind-claws of the suit. Before he could capitalize further on this, he heard something in his head:
...lax... xo... ept... ew fo...
It was odd, like three almost-but-not-quite-identical voices half-speaking, half-singing in an eerie three-part harmony, and it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, causing a fuzzy sensation in his head. For about half a second, he felt his panic subside slightly at the sound... but he quickly returned to his struggles, getting onto his hindclaws and wagging his tail to help steady himself—
Wait, MY hindclaws? My TAIL?!
Suddenly, Evan realized he could control the tail of the haxorus plushsuit as if it were part of his body... no, it WAS a part of his body, as were the legs! It was impossible, but somehow Evan was merging with the suit, becoming it! He had to get away, to get it off...
...elax... ung haxo... ...cept yo... new for...
The voices grew louder, harder to ignore, and with them the fuzzy feeling in his mind. But his panic superceded it as he realized he could now feel the factory floor under his hindclaws—no, his feet, but it felt so real—
Relax, young haxorus. Accept your new form.
The voices were now perfectly audible—and the fuzzy feeling impossible to ignore. Evan knew that something, someone, was trying to invade his mind and make him think things that weren't true, and though the fuzziness was nice and he almost wanted to listen he had to ignore it and get away...
Turn around.
Almost reflexively, Evan turned to see the hydreigon plush immediately behind him, its three heads glaring at him with glowing eyes as they began to sway and bob around in a strange sort of dance. He began to look away—
Stare. Stare and relax...
He... he wanted to look away...
Shh. Stare... and relax...
He wanted... to stare?...
Very good... relax, young haxorus. Accept your new form.
For a moment, Evan found himself wanting nothing more than to do just that, to just stare and stare forever because it was so relaxing... but something sparked within him, and he continued to struggle, though his eyes refused to look away from the wonderful, pretty eyes that danced and were so pretty and relaxing to look at... but he had to fight! He had to stare—no, fight—no, relax—the war within his mind grew ever more intense, and he began growling. He couldn't lose! He couldn't lose! He had to win! He had to fight!
“Grr... Hrrggg... Grroarrrggh...”
Yes, that's it, young haxorus... fight those human thoughts, those weak human thoughts... growl and roar them away!
Grrr... fight them away, weak human thoughts—but I'm a human, aren't I? I should... grrr....
Your human form was weak, pathetic, small, worthless. Throw it away, you don't want it anymore!
“Hax... Grrroaghh.... I'm a... Haxorus....” Maybe... maybe they're right, this feels... better, stronger...
You want to be a dragon! No, you crave to be a dragon, you need it! Haxorus! Stronger, better, tougher! No more weakness!
“Growlll...I...” Evan stopped. No, that wasn't right. He shouldn't talk like that. He shouldn't talk like a human! “Haxorus! Haxorus!” Yes! I want to be a dragon! I want to be a haxorus! I need to be a haxorus, forever! I need to act like one, growl like one, roar like one until I become one! Evan felt a smile grow—and not his human mouth, but the mouth of the suit—HIS MAW! Yes, his maw, everything felt stronger, better, he could feel his scales, his new eyes, smell new things! It was really happening! All he needed to do was act more like a dragon, more like a pokemon, growl and roar and stomp and gnash his teeth...
More! Embrace your new form! Powerful! Strong! Dragon! Pokemon! Haxorus!
“Haxorus! Hax! Haxo hax haxo haxorus!”
Evan felt the last vestiges of sensation from his human body fade; no longer did he feel puny, weak human limbs inside a suit, he WAS the suit! Its exterior was his scales, its eyes were his eyes, its claws were his claws! The knowledge filled him with utter elation, with pride beyond comprehension! He was pathetic before, but now he was strong, a pokemon, a dragon, a haxorus!
Satisfied, hydreigon ceased its hypnotic dance, and Evan happily stomped and roared in triumph at the casting-off of his weak human form!
I have freed you from your humanity, the hydreigon spoke; Are you ready to begin your new life?
Evan nodded back eagerly. “Haxo, hax! Haxorus hax, haxo haxorus hax haxo hax!” Yes, I'm ready! Tell me what to do, tell me how to be a dragon!
With a smile, the hydreigon turned its gaze to a far corner of the room, where many other plush dragon-type pokemon—all former humans, now improved—stood to greet their new brother. Come, we will ALL teach you... and once you learn, you will teach others!
Evan couldn't help but smile as his mind filled with images of weak humans, stuffed into powerful plush dragon forms—or tricked into them—and reshaped into something better, learning to love and embrace their newfound power as he had; with that, he stomped over to his new kin, eager to show them how much he loved being a dragon and not a weak human. He couldn't wait to spread this gift he had been given...
Part of a story-for-art trade I did with the excellent
HdLepre. Check out their stuff!“Stupid thief... stupid factory... stupid me!” Evan cursed at himself and his luck under his breath as he wiped a mass of old gear grease on his pants, creeping through aisle after aisle of metal rigging, conveyor belts, and shelves of massive plush toys, all casting strange shadows in the moonlight from a shattered window high above. A novice Pokemon trainer on his first badge journey through Unova, things had started out fairly well for him: he had successfully defeated the Striaton City gym with his trusty Audino, then gone on to sweep the Nacrene and Castelia gyms. Nimbasa gave him some trouble, but he emerged victorious all the same. By the time he finished there, he felt a swelling of pride and a feeling of invincibility. That had proved to be the end of his good fortune, however. A couple of surprisingly strong trainers had nearly wiped the floor with Evan before he'd even crossed Driftveil Drawbridge; he ran back to Nimbasa and gotten his party healed up, but the subsequent supply run left him next to broke. A few more hard-won battles refilled his wallet just enough to soothe his wounded pride, and as he finally entered Driftveil City, he almost felt back on his feet, the memories of Nimbasa's bright lights and carnival sounds still lingering in the back of his mind. And then, before Evan could even find a hotel, he fell victim to a thief not long after who grabbed his satchel and vanished into the crowd. That satchel contained everything—his badges, his ID, his pokedex, his wallet, even his pokemon—all he had left was enough change in his pocket to afford a single pokeball.
Four badges, countless battles, and years of effort in preparation, all rendered in vain in one fleeting moment. Evan would have broken down then and there if he hadn't been in utter shock.
But giving up wasn't in Evan's nature, thief or no thief. Desperate for new pokemon, he'd heard of an abandoned factory in the city where rare pokemon had been sighted, and gone to investigate. But to his chagrin, the lead turned out to be an apparent bust; he'd spent at least two hours exploring the factory without seeing so much as a stray purrloin. Instead of the second chance at being a trainer he had hoped for, all he'd found was the remains of a once-thriving business that apparently exclusively produced gigantic plush pokemon. Oddly enough, a good chunk of them seemed almost hollow, like sleeping-bags...
Before he could muse on that particular oddity further, a strange, loud thumping noise from somewhere deeper inside the factory shattered the silence, sending Evan into a quiet panic.
Crap... if I'm caught trespassing...
As more noises emerged from the darkness, Evan whipped around, looking for a suitable hiding place, but the pickings were slim in spite of the factory clutter; he could easily crawl under a conveyor belt, but he would be perfectly visible the instant someone bent over. A mass of nearby cables looked promising until he noticed a stray spark coming off of one and decided not to risk it. And he definitely wasn't dumb enough to climb into one of the big machines lest he get crushed in the gears. With the source of the noise drawing near, Evan finally found the answer: a massive haxorus plush sitting in a bin at the end of a conveyor belt, the zipper on the back open to reveal the soft interior. Quickly turning it so that its back faced a wall rather than the corridor the thumping was coming from, he climbed inside the plush pokemon and waited. To Evan's surprise, the interior was not only comfortable, but had legs and sleeves as well as eyeholes, with fabric that was far more breathable than he would have expected given the thickness of the interior padding. I guess this is some sort of weird sleeping bag, he thought, though his fear of discovery kept him from appreciating its construction any further.
Evan's heart pounded in his chest as the sounds grew ever closer, the thumping slowly growing into a powerful booming sound that caused some loose objects to clatter to the floor. Finally, the source of the noise revealed itself; Evan stared in surprise from behind the plush suit's eyes as a hydreigon stomped heavily into the room, its three heads peering around. A few moments passed with Evan being frozen in fear, unwilling to breathe heavily for fear that the powerful dragon-type might hear him, but as the massive Pokemon began to pass him by, a different thought crossed his mind.
Hydreigon are insanely rare! With something like that on my team, I can't lose!
As the three-headed pokemon moved further away, Evan prepared to slip out the back of his hiding spot... only to hear the telltale sound of the zipper sealing him inside.
“HEY! WHAT—” Evan yelped in shock and terror, only remembering the massive pokemon he'd been hiding from when it turned all three heads to look directly at him with an expression that seemed... triumphant, as if it had always known he was there. Upon closer inspection, Evan realized that it wasn't even a “real” pokemon, but instead a life-sized plush version that was somehow able to move on its own. Evan's panic only grew from this revelation, and his sudden imprisonment only served to heighten his terror. He wriggled his legs and arms around as much as he could, but the padding was so thick that it restricted all his movement to the slightest of wobbles. The hydreigon slowly began to approach, its plush body not remotely muffling its heavy footsteps; worse still, the interior of the haxorus suit grew thicker, more snug, further hindering Evan's struggles. It wasn't painful, nor did he feel as if he were being crushed—in fact, it wasn't that much different than being tucked into bed—but considering the situation, that did absolutely nothing to calm his nerves.
“Please, let me out! Someone, help!” shouted Evan, his fear building into a crescendo of horror as the hydreigon stomped closer to him; suddenly, his limbs seemed to be able to move a little more freely, just enough that he tumbled backward out of the bin and onto the factory floor, the soft interior of the suit perfectly cushioning his fall. Something about the suit felt different, but Evan was too busy trying to get his body to cooperate enough to turn over and run to notice. Little by little, he found himself growing more limber within the suit; first, his arms and legs felt less restricted, then with a little more work he managed to just barely twist his torso and neck and turn over onto his hands and feet—or, rather, the fore- and hind-claws of the suit. Before he could capitalize further on this, he heard something in his head:
...lax... xo... ept... ew fo...
It was odd, like three almost-but-not-quite-identical voices half-speaking, half-singing in an eerie three-part harmony, and it seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, causing a fuzzy sensation in his head. For about half a second, he felt his panic subside slightly at the sound... but he quickly returned to his struggles, getting onto his hindclaws and wagging his tail to help steady himself—
Wait, MY hindclaws? My TAIL?!
Suddenly, Evan realized he could control the tail of the haxorus plushsuit as if it were part of his body... no, it WAS a part of his body, as were the legs! It was impossible, but somehow Evan was merging with the suit, becoming it! He had to get away, to get it off...
...elax... ung haxo... ...cept yo... new for...
The voices grew louder, harder to ignore, and with them the fuzzy feeling in his mind. But his panic superceded it as he realized he could now feel the factory floor under his hindclaws—no, his feet, but it felt so real—
Relax, young haxorus. Accept your new form.
The voices were now perfectly audible—and the fuzzy feeling impossible to ignore. Evan knew that something, someone, was trying to invade his mind and make him think things that weren't true, and though the fuzziness was nice and he almost wanted to listen he had to ignore it and get away...
Turn around.
Almost reflexively, Evan turned to see the hydreigon plush immediately behind him, its three heads glaring at him with glowing eyes as they began to sway and bob around in a strange sort of dance. He began to look away—
Stare. Stare and relax...
He... he wanted to look away...
Shh. Stare... and relax...
He wanted... to stare?...
Very good... relax, young haxorus. Accept your new form.
For a moment, Evan found himself wanting nothing more than to do just that, to just stare and stare forever because it was so relaxing... but something sparked within him, and he continued to struggle, though his eyes refused to look away from the wonderful, pretty eyes that danced and were so pretty and relaxing to look at... but he had to fight! He had to stare—no, fight—no, relax—the war within his mind grew ever more intense, and he began growling. He couldn't lose! He couldn't lose! He had to win! He had to fight!
“Grr... Hrrggg... Grroarrrggh...”
Yes, that's it, young haxorus... fight those human thoughts, those weak human thoughts... growl and roar them away!
Grrr... fight them away, weak human thoughts—but I'm a human, aren't I? I should... grrr....
Your human form was weak, pathetic, small, worthless. Throw it away, you don't want it anymore!
“Hax... Grrroaghh.... I'm a... Haxorus....” Maybe... maybe they're right, this feels... better, stronger...
You want to be a dragon! No, you crave to be a dragon, you need it! Haxorus! Stronger, better, tougher! No more weakness!
“Growlll...I...” Evan stopped. No, that wasn't right. He shouldn't talk like that. He shouldn't talk like a human! “Haxorus! Haxorus!” Yes! I want to be a dragon! I want to be a haxorus! I need to be a haxorus, forever! I need to act like one, growl like one, roar like one until I become one! Evan felt a smile grow—and not his human mouth, but the mouth of the suit—HIS MAW! Yes, his maw, everything felt stronger, better, he could feel his scales, his new eyes, smell new things! It was really happening! All he needed to do was act more like a dragon, more like a pokemon, growl and roar and stomp and gnash his teeth...
More! Embrace your new form! Powerful! Strong! Dragon! Pokemon! Haxorus!
“Haxorus! Hax! Haxo hax haxo haxorus!”
Evan felt the last vestiges of sensation from his human body fade; no longer did he feel puny, weak human limbs inside a suit, he WAS the suit! Its exterior was his scales, its eyes were his eyes, its claws were his claws! The knowledge filled him with utter elation, with pride beyond comprehension! He was pathetic before, but now he was strong, a pokemon, a dragon, a haxorus!
Satisfied, hydreigon ceased its hypnotic dance, and Evan happily stomped and roared in triumph at the casting-off of his weak human form!
I have freed you from your humanity, the hydreigon spoke; Are you ready to begin your new life?
Evan nodded back eagerly. “Haxo, hax! Haxorus hax, haxo haxorus hax haxo hax!” Yes, I'm ready! Tell me what to do, tell me how to be a dragon!
With a smile, the hydreigon turned its gaze to a far corner of the room, where many other plush dragon-type pokemon—all former humans, now improved—stood to greet their new brother. Come, we will ALL teach you... and once you learn, you will teach others!
Evan couldn't help but smile as his mind filled with images of weak humans, stuffed into powerful plush dragon forms—or tricked into them—and reshaped into something better, learning to love and embrace their newfound power as he had; with that, he stomped over to his new kin, eager to show them how much he loved being a dragon and not a weak human. He couldn't wait to spread this gift he had been given...
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