(Involves a Pokemon turning into clothing for another Pokemon, SFW)



Fenniken ran through the forest, berry in mouth as a Tyranitar chased after her, her yellow fur streaked with dirt. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to steal from what was obviously a stash of food, but she was just so hungry.

She jumped over branches and trees with ease, but the large green Pokémon simply bulldozed its way through, quickly catching up to the small fox. The large footsteps shook the ground with each second, but she wasn’t scared. She’d faced similar challenges in the past; all she had to do was evade it.

A river rushed nearby. Perfect she thought as she made a beeline for it. If she could get to the other side, then she would be free to savor the stolen berry. At the water’s edge, she jumped, eager to finally eat something.

A dark aura surrounded her as she jumped. Dark, horrible thoughts flooded her head. Pain overtook her body as her jump was stopped. Her small body started to fall into the water, but she couldn’t move. The secondary effect of the attack Tyranitar used, Dark Pulse, didn’t usually affect her, but this time, it caused her to flinch.

She hurtled down the fast moving currents, her paralyzed body unable to fight back against the crashing waves. At some point, she did regain control of her legs, but she still couldn’t swim to shore; she was just too small to push against this water.

“Help! Somebody help me!” she screamed out, hoping somebody would listen. She continued to scream as its tiny legs tried to save itself, but they simply couldn’t. For the first time, she actually felt scared, trapped in the rushing current.

“There!” she heard a Gardevoir say before a large splash. Warm inviting fingers wrapped around her frame, holding her close to a safe body.

“We gotta get to a Pokemon Center,” said a strange voice, the last thing she heard before her world turned black.

~

A hand touched her shoulder, breaking her out of her memory. Gardevoir (named Grace by her trainer) looked down at the short Braixen (named Blaze by their Trainer) with worried red eyes, her mouth hidden behind the green curve of her hair.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice gentle and calming.

Blaze’s dark orange eyes laid on the blue river lake, the stick in her tail threatening to fall out as it quivered with fear. The rest of their Trainer’s team, along with a few others, were down there, playing around with each other in the admittedly shallow water, the current slow and gentle. The two stood just beyond their line of sight, and unless they looked for the dark orange fur that spewed out of Blaze’s ears, or Grace’s green hair, they wouldn’t even know they were there.

Apprehension gripped Blaze’s tiny heart. “I-I don’t want to swim.” She looked down, her normally fighting spirit gone at the sight of water. “I-I’m scared.”

Grace’s green, sleeve-like arms pressed Blaze into her body, parting the white dress to slightly show her slender white legs. The red horn that was embedded into her chest laid right above Blaze, slightly tickling the yellow fur of her head. “I’ll be right here beside you, there’s nothing to be scared of.”

She knew Grace wasn’t lying. Even still, she stared at the river, apprehensive about feeling the water on her fur. She wanted to join her friends, but that fear was still in her heart. Her black paws clenched as the memory of that day played in her head. She didn’t want to feel that way again.

Then her eyes settled on her Trainer. She was wearing a suit she had seen a few times before, glistening under the clear sky. She jumped around and splashed water at a few other trainers, not even worried about the river she was in. Why wasn’t she scared of the water? Wasn’t it her who saved her so long ago? What made her so confident about going in there?

Grace felt the emotions shift inside Blaze, the future suddenly clear in her head. She blushed at what she knew must happen, though she still waited for the moment as Blaze made connections in her head. As she did so, she too stared at her Trainer. The two were inseparable, knowing each other since they were little. When her Trainer became old enough to travel into the world, she asked her if she wanted to come along. Of course she said yes, wanting to stay with her, and after being put into that red and white Poké Ball, the two started on their journey together. The two have fought and grown alongside each other for a long time now, with their bond growing deeper as Grace became more powerful, evolving into what she is today.

Surely the Trainer wouldn’t worry about missing her for a few hours. She had been known to disappear for long stretches of time, enjoying the physical view of any new place she was rather than viewing it through her power. Her Trainer should be fine, right?

“Can you turn into that?” Blaze said, pointing her stick at their Trainer. “That suit she’s wearing? Can you be that?” Grace had to admit it was somewhat cute that Blaze wanted to mimic their Trainer, down to believing that the suit was the only thing that made her confident inside the water. Couldn’t really blame her, Blaze was still young.

“I can’t do it myself.”

Blaze broke out of Grace’s grip, jumping excitedly. “I can do it! I’ve been practicing!”

Grace put a her hand on her chin, faking a deep thought. “Hmm, I don’t know…” she said with closed eyes, though one was slightly open, focused on the suddenly energetic Blaze.

“I-I want to do it! I-I want to keep you close, so you can keep me safe! I-“ she stopped, glancing back at their Trainer. “I just want to feel safe,” her voice a little quieter.

Grace knew nothing would turn away Blaze from this option. So she simply said “Okay, okay. I will be your suit.”

Blaze turned around in shock, then happiness, hugging Grace. “Thank you!”

Grace hugged back, knowing it would be the last one for the next few hours. “I promise I’ll keep you safe,” she whispered before she stepped away, waiting for Blaze’s spell. “I’m ready.”

Blaze nodded, putting the stick back inside her tail with her paw still wrapped around it. Her eyes closed in concentration, picturing the kind of swimsuit she wanted. With no prior knowledge of wearing one, she based it on the ones she’d seen in stores she visited with their Trainer. As the image became clearer in her mind, light purple energy started building around her stick as she started to settle on the final look.

She opened her eyes and quickly pulled the stick out, the friction from the tail’s fur setting it on fire. The purple energy centered on the flames, making it a dazzling mix of red and purple. She threw the flame at Grace, praying that she got the spell right.

When the flames hit Grace, a tingle spread throughout her body, an unnatural warmth in her being. It felt strange as the changes started to affect her body, but she did not let that be known to Blaze; she didn’t want to worry her.

Her fingers merged with one another, making it seem like she had never had fingers at all. As she looked it over, she saw that her arms started to flatten, the edges closing in on each other. At the same time, she felt her dress splitting in the back, splitting the dress in half. Each edge of the formally elegant skirt joined around her legs, hiding them from sight. That was probably a good thing however as her slim legs started to expand, the muscles and bones flattening themselves along the sides of her increasingly cold skin. They only stopped when they reached the edges of her skirt, filling each half perfectly.

The same thing happened with the rest of her body admittedly. Bones, organs, anything that she needed to live simply pressed themselves against her thin body, expanding it further than she found normal. Yet, even with her legs and body growing bigger, she did not feel herself getting bigger; in fact, her form was getting smaller, no doubt to fit the smaller form of Blaze. It was certainly strange to be both bigger yet smaller, of her entire body hollowing out with no trace of anything living ever being there; she would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy the feeling.

Her eyes did open wide in shock as she realized she could not breathe. Her body, on instinct, tried reaching for her chest but they simply limped at her side, no more than green sleeves to be worn. She saw Blaze start towards her, but all it took was a small smile to tell her that she was okay; with how her body was changing, she no longer needed to breathe. It didn’t really hurt after all; the heat from Blaze’s fire helped to dull the sensations.

The smile soon disappeared as her hair grew fast, covering her white face in green, closing her eyes and mouth. In the darkness, she felt her head turn cold, just like the rest of her body, her mind increasingly scattered as every inch of her being turned into woven cloth. Even here, she could still feel her body changing, such as the horns on her chest splitting in half, not with a sharp crack, but with the sound of tearing fabric. Each half of each horn spread across her back and front, covering them in red color.

But it did not stay red for long as the colors of her being started to change. Her formerly green arms started to turn white like her dress. The color from that was also quickly changing, becoming black and yellow, the former color seeping in from the edge until it stopped near her flared waist, the yellow replacing every bit white. The red that covered her shoulders became a bright orange, matching the fur that sprouted from Blaze’s ears. All of this, Grace could not see but merely feel, her premonition telling her of the suit she was to become. With each colors change, it felt like someone dipping each part into a vat of color, wet colors seeping into the threads that kept her together.

That enjoyment started to disappear however as it was starting to get hard to focus, her mind disappearing within the fabric. However, her senses were still there, telling her of her waist flaring out, her former legs and arms shrinking, of her head starting to open up at the top, the empty void soon opening up to her already hollow body. Even then, her senses also started to waver, with no real skin or brain to even process it; her mind was escaping her, her last connection to anything that was living.

But, Grace was content. Her premonition had told her such a thing, so she was prepared. Even as her being ebbed away into nothingness, she felt happy knowing that Blaze will be happy, wearing her on that small body of her’s. As all sensations left her body, she decided to just treat it like sleeping, a temporary break from the living. With that, she let go of everything, only feeling herself crumple on the ground as the fire that held her up disappeared.

Grace was no more, leaving only a simple swimsuit to take her place.

Blaze slipped the stick back into her tail and approached the piece of clothing, picking it up. “Are you there? Hello?” she started to panic, not able to feel Grace’s presence anymore. Had she done something wrong? Did the spell not work? Before darker questions could arise, her mind caught an echo of Grace’s last thoughts, calming her down. She just had to think of it like sleeping; Grace is still here, she would be back in due time.

For now, the swimsuit looked pretty. From the chest down, the yellow blended perfectly into the black, mimicking her own fur. The waist flared out a lot as she figured it wouldn’t do good to have her fur pressed against her body while she moved. The arms were white with a tinge of black at the edges, so if she wore it, it would give the impression that the suit was still part of her body. This complimented the bright orange that surrounded the shoulders. Blaze felt pride rising in her chest, pleased at herself with how good a job she did.

She slipped the swimsuit on just like she saw their Trainer do so. It fit well enough, though maybe a bit more snug than she anticipated. The only trouble was trying to put her tail through the hole in the back, but a quick removal of the stick solved that quickly. Having the fabric stick closely to her skin, it was certainly a different experience, but good all the same. She had no idea how she looked, but it felt pretty good. Taking a few cautionary steps, it did feel weird having her fur pressed against her body, despite the room she gave so it wouldn’t do that, especially around her shoulders. Still, she could move pretty well, so she easily ignored it.

She spent a bit of time getting used to the movements, stretching her limbs out, making sure she could still reach for her stick. Satisfied, she walked down to the water, confidence brimming with each step. As she got closer, the memory of that day played over and over, and she slowed down, stopping at the very edge of the river.

Her heart started to race, but when she put her paw to her chest, she felt the cool touch of fabric. She’s still here, she thought, looking up back at the water, and at the Pokémon and humans. They are right here.

Swallowing her breath, she walked into the water, the taps on the ground silenced, replaced by splashes. She kept walking until she felt the water reach the top of her legs.

It was pretty. The clear water gave way to the rocks below, shimmering in the sun. The occasional plant drifted past her black feet in the slow current; unless she really messed up, there was no way she could be drifting away. Granted, where she stood wasn’t particularly deep, but even if she did go deeper, she wouldn’t be struggling for air. The fear was still there, mind, but as she stood there with her friends just a few feet away, Grace wrapped around her body, and her Trainer standing just in front of her, she felt that fear slowly ebbing away.

“Blaze!” yelled her Trainer, causing her to look up at the warm, blue eyes she had grown to love. “I can’t believe it, you’re in the water!” The Trainer kneeled down to be eye level a smile plastered on her face. “I’m really glad to see you here.” A questioning look on her face led her to ask “Where’d this suit come from? Did you steal it?” she asked, a little mockingly.

“No, I made it!” Blaze said as she pouted, though the Trainer only heard “Braix!”

“I’ll take that as a no.” She stood back up and patted Blaze’s head, which she leaned into. “Well, wherever it came from it looks cute on you.”

“Thank you!”

The Trainer stopped patting her head as she looked around. “Have you seen Grace at all? I sent her to check up on you.” When she heard silence, she looked down to find Blaze not there. Before she could call her name, she was notified of a large cry of Pokémon. Turning her head, she saw Blaze standing there to the admiration of her fellow Pokémon, showing off her suit, having fun as she did so.

I’m sure she’s fine, she can handle herself, she thought to herself as she walked back over to the group. As she did so, she snuck up behind Blaze, splashing a lot of water onto her.

“Hey!” Blaze yelled angrily, taking her stick. Remembering the water she was in, she took the stick out, fire on its tip before splashing the water back at her Trainer with it, steam coming off from it.

“Ahh! That’s hot!” The Trainer, along with a few of her Pokémon, started splashing water back at Blaze, who narrowly dodged each splash, making her own splash in return, a smile on her face.

Until the evening the entire group played and relaxed around the river. Blaze was the most energetic amongst them all, reveling in the cool water hitting at her still exposed fur, rejoicing in the calm waters. At some point, she completely forgot about the clothing she wore, feeling almost natural by the time the sun set beyond the trees.

Once evening came around, humans and Pokémon alike decided to stop for the day and have dinner under the stars, pooling their resources together to have every eat something.

The Trainer however couldn’t focus. She kept looking in the direction of the Pokémon Center as she tossed around her food. Eventually she stopped, saying loudly, “I’m going to look for Grace,” stepping off to look for her friend.

At that, Blaze stopped eating her delicious food, remembering about her suit. She too excused herself and headed back to where she cast the spell. A quick strip and one purple fire later, the swimsuit turned back into Grace was back, albeit slightly wobbly.

Blaze went over to support her, asking “Are you okay?”

Grace waved her hand but didn’t refuse the help. “I’m f-fine. Just, strange having legs again.” Blaze helped Grace sit down so she could catch her breath. Before Blaze could ask a question, Grace asked her own. “Did you have fun?”

Blaze nodded, stumbling over her own words as she recounted the day’s events. Gardevoir said nothing with a small smile from behind her hair, with each event feeling like a far-off dream to her.

Blaze was recounting another event when the Trainer’s voice echoed in their ears. “Has anybody seen Grace? I can’t find her.” She sounded worried, almost scared. "She-she's disappeared before, but she usually comes back after a while. The Center hasn't seen her, I can't find her in the woods and..." The Trainer continued speaking, the pit in her stomach growing as she feared the worst about her companion.

Grace got back on her feet, though she stumbled a bit. Blaze supported her, and the two walked back to the dinner where the Trainer was looking even more worried, with the others offering to put together a search party. As soon as she laid eyes on Grace, she ran over quickly, hugging the Gardevoir tightly. When she let go, she noticed that Grace was unsteady on her feet, and patted around her person for a Full Restore. She was about to run back to her bag for it when Grace placed a hand on her shoulder, reassuring her that she was fine. A loud growl from her stomach also told the Trainer that all she needed was some food.

Sometime later, the entire group moved over to the nearby Pokémon Center to sleep, and with some resistance from her Pokémon, the Trainer let her Pokémon sleep outside their Poké Balls for the night, though she made it very clear that no-one was to leave the room without telling her.

Before the two went to sleep, Blaze said to Grace, “Thanks for everything today.”

“What was it like, being worn?”

“Just like sleeping. It was all in a dream, of being wet, holding your body together.” She paused, choosing her words carefully. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there like you expected me too.”

Blaze shook her head. “It always felt like you were there, the way you held onto me like that. Like instead of holding my hand, you were holding my entire body. At least, that’s how I feel about it.”

Grace smiled at that, patting Blaze’s head. “I’m glad you think of it like that. It was certainly interesting for me.” Blaze opened her mouth to say something, but she was unsure how to say it. Grace meanwhile picked up on what she was trying to ask and said, “If you need me to be your clothes again, I won’t object. Now, go to sleep little one.”

Blaze smiled, giving Grace one last hug before she went to a nearby wall. She leaned against it, her arms crossed in her lap as her legs were pulled towards her. A light snore was heard from her a few moments later, ending her day.

Grace meanwhile simply stared at the sleeping form, content with the image before her. It reminded her of seeing the little Fenniken, lying on one of the beds in a Pokémon Center somewhere, her Trainer sleeping next to her. So small, yet she’d seen so many things. She never wanted to see her cry or be worried again.

She pulled her skirt apart, not at all shocked to see patches of yellow and black fabric intertwined with her own skin. With all the excitement and busy work over the past few hours, nobody had noticed such a thing, though admittedly, it was hard to notice, being only a few small patches here and there. She tried to focus her energy on those points, but all she could do was hide them in an illusion. Her vision into the future was also hampered, no doubt due to her body still being partly inanimate; she couldn’t see if this was eventually fixed, or if she would soon be just a piece of fabric to be worn. There was no need to alert anyone, especially Blaze; if she was to be her suit forever sometime in the future, then so be it. At least Blaze would be happy.

Then she looked over at her Trainer, sleeping comfortably with the bed already messed up. How would she react to it? She cared for her too, and truthfully, hearing her panic earlier was heartbreaking. She had underestimated how much she cared for her, and it caused her hurt. She always wanted to protect, could she really protect everyone if she was just a piece of cloth?

There was also the issue of her future seeing powers. It wasn’t always right, but it helped her to protect everybody thus far. Without it, how can she do such a thing? Its been a part of her so long that the more she thought about her power missing because of the threads that still covered her body, she more her stomach hurt at the thought of seeing anybody hurt under her watch.

Grace slept that night, resolving to seek help in the morning with the other Psychic Pokémon about her condition. Without Blaze finding out of course.

As the Trainer slept, she opted to take Grace for a check-up, still worried about her overall health. If there was something wrong, they would all face it head on, together.