Standalone version of the Minccino TF story with a doc, enjoy!

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You were exploring the old watermill when you suddenly hear heavy steps coming your way. You need to hide!

You notice a chute that leads to the lower floor.

You don’t have the time to think, you throw yourself inside.

You slide down the chute of and land in a basket full of dirty clothes.

The landing is soft, but a massive cloud of dust rises from the impact.

The grim tickles your nose. You try to hold it back but begin to sneeze uncontrollably.

You tentatively lift your head out of the basket, but you realize a dozen pair of eyes is staring at you.

Their little bodies are covered by a voluminous coat of chinchilla-like grey fur, each with a pair of massive ears and a fluffy tail that resemble a duster. All the noise you made has caught the attention of every Minccino in the room.

You scan your surroundings. This place seems to be an old-timey laundry.

You don’t notice any electronics. You only see tubs filled with waters and clotheslines around the room. Despite the clear lack of electricity involved, they seem to be moving automatically.

There's a massive pole in the center of room that spins slowly and consistently. You notice all the mechanisms are all activated by straps connected to this central pole.

The watermill must be powering the whole laundry, and the Minccinos must be working here.

And you have interrupted their job.

You sneeze again.

The Minccinos gaze at you nervously, some whisper among themselves.

You hear talk like “A human...?” - “What are they doing here?” - “They’ve definitely made and entrance...”

You need to get out of here.

You climb out of the basket, excusing yourself. “I’ll... uhm... be-”. You sneeze again.

A paw grabs you by the leg. You look down and see the adorable gaze of one of the Minccinos, it seems to have gotten a hold of you.

“No way! Look at yourself! You look filthy!” The other Minccinos exchange gazes, they seem to get its point.

“That can’t do.” It flashes the most lovable smile. “It’s time for a bath!”

You try to excuse yourself again. “No really, I should be going...”.

The other Minccinos cheer at the suggestion. “Yes, let’s get everything ready!” - “Yay! Cleaning time!”

Before you can escape, they group of fuzzy Pokemon surround you and get a hold of you.

No matter how much you struggle to free yourself, you can’t escape the hold of their mittens.

They drag you to the biggest tub they have and effortlessly toss you inside. The splash sends water all over the floor.

Any excuse you try to make is in vain, fuzzy paws scrub you with soap from head to toe.

And this whole time the sneezing hasn’t stopped to boot.

The overwhelming situation is starting to make you feel fuzzy, you feel sick somehow... but it’s not a bad feeling?

You sneeze.

Suddenly, one of the Minccinos lets out a loud gasp and jumps back.

The others stop to look at it. “Is something wrong?” - “Are you ok?”

It looks at you with a shocked expression. "The human... the human is...”. It walks closer to you.

It raises your arm, showing something to the other Minccinos. They all collectively gasp.

They whisper amongst themselves. “This can’t be...” - “Is this real?” - “It’s spreading...”

“What?” You ask, nervously. “What’s wrong?”

They look at each other, asking silently who should be the one to tell you.

One of them finally speaks up. “Well, uhm... I don’t know how to say this... You’re...”

“You’re growing fur.”

You stare at the Minccino like it spoke Martian. You’re now very afraid to look at your body.

You slowly lower your head.

And you see grey, fuzzy fur covering your chest, and it’s spreading everywhere fast.

You scream and fall back into the tub.

The Minccinos come to help you. Some try to lift you out of the water, some look from the side, terrified. Some look away.

You watch as your body changes in quick, devastating instants.

Your limbs start to shorten drastically. You are getting much shorter.

You feel your face start to develop a muzzle.

You deel your ears grow out and go to the top of your head.

There’s a pressure on your backbone, and a fluffy tail grows out of your back.

The fur now covers you quickly from head to toe.

And then everything stops.

You stare at the crowd of Minccinos. And they stare back.

They don’t speak. They don’t know what to say.

You realize you must be the same height now.

You look at your body and see voluminous coat of chinchilla-like grey fur, a pair of massive ears and a fluffy tail that resemble a duster.

You’ve transformed into a Minccino. You’ve become one of them.

The sneezing has stopped.





It’s been a few weeks since your transformation.

Unsure what to do with yourself now that you’re a Minccino. The others have convinced you to join their job at the laundry.

You wash the clothes with the machines powered by the watermill, and you dust the floor with your tail. It’s hard, manual labor, but it’s been growing on you more and more.

You’ve realized that since becoming a Minccino you’ve become a bit of a cleaning freak, but it turns out it’s something you share with all the others, so you don’t give it much thought.

During the evening you get to the ground floor to have dinner with the others and the owner.

She’s a Kangaskhan, and she manages reception and delivery at the front desk.

She didn’t ask too many questions about you. She saw you were a Minccino and didn’t hesitate to hire you.

The work hours are harsh and the pay is miserable. You can barely afford to take care of yourself. But where else would you go now that you’re a Minccino?

At least you get Sundays off. You usually go into town with the other Minccinos and get a juice at the tavern.

At night, you all sleep in a massive bed with a dozen – now thirteen – pillows.

You all huddle together, cuddling in each other’s fur.

You sigh sleepily as you shift closer to one of your fellows.

In a few hours it’ll be dawn again and you’ll be working again. But for now you enjoy the feeling of warmth and comfort.

It’s a hard yet simple life. And you will cherish your comradery with the other Minccinos for as long as you can.

It’s all you have now, after all.