A Pokemon Problem
(2) - Lifting Weights
I woke up completely alert. It was one of weirdest sensations that I've ever felt: one moment, I was drifting in a sea of endless black, and the next, I was wide awake and ready for whatever the world threw at me.
I knew exactly where I was --a small cottage within a forest, located in the previously-fictional world of ponies.
I remembered the previous night --two nights ago rather, if my internal clock wasn't in need of a tune-up.
And last but not least, I understood what had happened, at least to some extent...
I was, for whatever reason, one of the many creatures that were colloquially dubbed 'Pokemon'.
For some reason, the knowledge that I was in one of the many creatures that had shaped my childhood didn't give me joy, nor did it make me angry. It simply was.
That train of thought make me somewhat nervous, of all things. I wasn't used to feeling so... detached from something as important as having my body broken and melded into another form, turning into a goddamn Pokemon!
Oh. That explains it: I'm in shock.
...
Perfect.
Okay, calm down; everything will sort itself out eventually. I just need to relax, take a chill-pill, and think about this.
But--!
Think!
I decided to take my own advice and just lay quietly while thinking.
Okay, I thought. Since I'm here in Equestria --if this is Equestria-- and I'm now a Pokemon --if I'm actually a Pokemon; I haven't checked yet-- then that means Cindy, Miranda, Ryder, Seth, and Caleb were here too --if they were even transported to Equestria; I don't know if they went to another fandom world-- and that means that the sooner I find everybody, the faster we can all figure out a way out of this mess.
After re-thinking and mulling over what I just thought, I came to the conclusion that I must still be in shock, at least mildly, to even consider any of that without thinking about how I got here in the first place.
Discord was the first thing that came to mind. I dismissed that with being too easy and convenient. Blame the god of chaos, he'd probably say. He certainly has nothing better to do than mess with a bunch of humans.
Plus, he had been 'converted' (I use the term loosely; he's the god of chaos for a reason, y'know) in a fairly recent episode. While I wasn't anywhere near certain that this was a current, up-to-date version of the ponyverse, I had to give the benefit of the doubt.
Trollestia came next, and let me tell you, the idea that she was behind this scared me a hell of a lot more than Discord. I didn't even like her when she came up in stories: I figured it would be absolutely terrifying to even meet her in person. Err, pony. Meet her in pony.
With two of the usual suspects down, I was forced to consider the third option: the Universe itself did this.
Now, when I say Universe, I mean the entire fabric of space, time, reality, and Pinkie Pie. It was plausible, if somewhat confusing, that the Universe wanted to have a little fun with us by dumping our sorry asses in Equestria masquerading as Pokemon.
Eh. I've read stranger things happen. Maybe we're just pieces in a board game. Checkers Game of the Gods, and whatnot.
With my... our patron(s) possibly figured out, I decided to indulge in a little bit of curiosity.
Which Pokemon did I get turned in to?
The question was easier asked than answered. My perspective was much smaller than usual, and I was obviously small enough for a pony to consider me a non-threat. The revelation saddened me a little bit: I was hoping to be something massive, something strong, something that nobody and nopony would want to fuck with.
I viciously looked around. I'm not sure how you viciously look around, but I did.
I stretched and strained, but I couldn't see a single inch of my new body. Agitated, I tried to flex another muscle, like I had with my neck, but to no avail. I still felt completely numb from the neck down, and flexing and wiggling my phantom limbs didn't do anything productive.
It felt kind of funny, though. Kind of like having your arm or leg replaced with a wet noodle.
Disturbing mental image aside, I couldn't see what I was, so I had to solve my conundrum via the process of elimination.
Sight? Check. Possibly singular eye, although there may be more that I'm unable to currently see out of.
Hearing? Double check. Amplified to work at a much higher level than normal.
Taste? Nope. Can't taste anything, can't feel my teeth. Do I even have a mouth? Hopefully: I like eating.
Smell? Negative. Haven't smelt a thing since opening that last can of Pringles.
Touch? Somewhat. While it's not really touch per se, I can feel the textures of things that my body seems to be in contact with, albeit weakly.
So what the hell am I, then? I'm pretty sure I don't need to breathe to continue on living anymore, which must make me some sort of... rock-type perhaps? Do rock-types breathe?
Y'see, these are the kind of questions I wished they answered on the show.
Before I could wonder any more regarding the status of myself, I heard the door open with a resounding creak, followed by a few hoofsteps, then an even louder squeak as the door was closed behind the pony.
I tried to look, but my vision was firmly locked to the headboard of the bed and the dark wood behind it that made up the cabin wall. It was starting to get really annoying, not being able to look where I wanted. I briefly thought that this was how a Metapod must feel, the poor green cocoon.
Oh god, I'M not one of those, am I?!
Frantically, I used every last vestige of strength at my disposal to try only one thing. Something so simple, yet it had been out of my reach since waking up here.
Move.
A small part of me that was still concentrating on the outside world noticed the smiling face of my rescuer enter my line of vision.
Move.
She began speaking. "I see you're up already, little guy. I couldn't find anything anywhere about what you were, so I had to visit a good friend of mine."
Ignore her for now, I told myself. Move.
"He wasn't able to come, but I'm pretty sure that I know how we can get you feeling better now."
MOVE.
I felt something give away. Something that I'd been holding onto ever since waking up in this world, numb and alone.
A memory; anamnesis of my old life, old habits, old functions. But I wasn't myself anymore. I was something else.
With an epiphany coursing through my mind, I learned how to move again. It wasn't a physical movement, nor entirely mental. I simply had to concentrate, to use my willpower to make myself move.
Slowly, I began to rise. The headboard slowly disappeared from my vision to be replaced entirely by the small, interlocking, dark-brown logs that had been used to create the cottage. Next, I made myself turn as ponderously as I could, not wanting to make a mistake. Crashing and burning at this stage would be a real kick in the...
Uh...
Damnit.
Anyway, I drifted lazily around until I was nearly eye-to-muzzle with the pony. She didn't look like she had moved during my entire movement process, and her eyes were wide with wonder and amazement.
"I... I didn't know that you could fly, little guy," she said, laughing nervously. "I wish I had known that earlier. You aren't the lightest... creature that I've had to carry."
Fly? I'm flying?!
The next thing I did was absolutely, completely, and utterly stupid.
I looked down in amazement. Bad idea.
I fell, quickly and straight down into the wooden floor. I must've drifted away from the bed and over the floor. I didn't feel anything from the impact, but I'm pretty sure I made quite the indent. It took me a few seconds to force myself to rise again. It took even more effort the second time, which was obviously going to be problematic if I was going to be getting around in an effective matter.
"Are... are you okay?" asked the pony. I briefly pondered if the pony had told me her name, and it came to me in a flash.
Morning Dew. That was her name.
Wobbling unsteadily a few feet in the air, I found Morning Dew's face and moved my neck up and down in an approximation of a nod. Not entirely true, but I'd rather not have her worrying about me if I can help it.
"You can understand me, little guy?" the unicorn asked, as a flash of confusion scrolled across her face, making her already wide cobalt-coloured eyes even wider.
I nodded again. It felt really strange, having my entire line-of-sight rock back and forth from a simple nod. Was my entire head made up of only one eye? What Pokemon has that feature?!
"Can... can you speak? Talk?"
I hadn't actually considered that. I'm pretty sure that I don't have a mouth, but what's the harm in trying, right?
Almost without thinking about it, I started to give off a strange hum, not dissimilar to an old, dying computer's last splutters before it bit the dust. The sound didn't seem to come from anywhere in particular; it seemed to come from everywhere around me at once.
When all was said and done, I shook my head.
"That's... strange," Morning Dew finally managed to say after a lengthy silence. "I guess that means that you don't need my help, do you? You seem to be all up and running now.
"The only question that's left is...
"What are you?"
I went over every important detail that I could think of in my head. I don't breathe, I have no limbs and one eye, improved hearing, I can fly --or at least, hover-- and I can take a serious beating.
...
Holy shit, I think I'm a Beldum.
That was... much better than I expected. I also approve of your choice of Pokemon (I'm not going to spoil it). I think that ______ are absolutely adorable!
I like it
why is there so much hate for POKE-PONY crosses?
2086547
because most people don't have childhoods
I'm willing to give this a shot. This can't be any worse than other pokemon fanfics I've read...
(That was because they often involved brutal rape, that in most cases ended in death or severe mutilation...)
I wasn't particularly looking for them, one was a commentary, and the other one was something Chuckward was looking for, which tempted me to find it...
HOLY SHIT I KNEW IT!!! This is soooo coool
i was thinking roggenrola until you got to flying...
Transmorgified?improper way to say it.
Transmutated.
Beldum.
Bel um is second favorite,ghastly is my favorite.
you brilliant, brilliant bastard. talking about one of my favorite universes.
Huh. I thought he was a Duskull. Gotta admit, the descriptions were the same.
One eye- check
phantom limbs- check (to an extent)
no mouth- check (none that I've seen)
can fly- it floats but check
can take a beating- guess if he was duskull he might have fallen through the floor, but japanese anime/manga/game logic doesn't exactly work that way.
no voice-almost all pokemon are unable to form proper words.
Still, Beldum is an awesome pokemon. When he evolves he becomes a badass mother fucking tank.
beldum.
fuck yeah.
MAN i hope this story will have " bitch i have a metagross " MEME
I thought he was Ghastly...
... and it's weight about 100 killo...
Worst part of being a Beldum? World's shallowest movepool.
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not at all dumbass.
Mother. Fucking. Metagross.
That's the only end result I'm seeing here. Main character's gonna be a Psychic/Steel beast that is only weak to intense flame and motherfucking earthquakes. A tank that can fucking hover and destroy shit with its brain.
I like the direction this story's gonna go in, if main character manages to evolve both times.
I think he's going to have a FUUUN time being a Metang. Those things are legit!
5 bucks says Cindy is turned into a Ralts. Or a Buneary. Heh heh heh...
Seems awesome, might read.
dtlux1
I better be in this somewhere.
2088544 Bronzong: WHY IS IT ALWAYS METAGROSS?
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I was thinking magnemite
Oh, oh, OH! I am liking this!
I do wonder how everything will turn out, seriously, I want to know the others
2086574 No, because most are obviously written by people who never took a literary composition class of any kind.
This one at least has given the human characters an introductory chapter before randomly tossing them into Equestria, and it's certainly above average in terms of technical aspects of writing.
However, it still begs the question of why the 'gods' or whatever chose them and decided to turn them into Pokemon specifically. Why not pick humans from the Pokemon world? Why not throw in some humans from our world AND Pokemon from the Pokemon world?
The reason 'WHY' for this set-up is a VERY big question and requires a very good answer, otherwise the entire premise falls to pieces.
As yet, there is not enough to go on.
Another Pokemon story huh? Pokemon, the series that refuses to keel over and die.
And, why interjected into the MLP universe? If they were humans from the Pokemon world, okay, I could maybe see that. But, taking a group of humans, dumping them into one 'fictional' universe as characters from another, just sounds like a premise for a shitty story. From what I've read here so far, nothing stands out, just bland writing on a very overused concept.
Plus, saw this same thing what, three days ago? With that story... *roots around the site* Burning Souls. "Hey gais, I'm a pokemon, but not in a pokemon world! Oh boy!". Just, no thanks.
From what I've seen, not gonna be revisiting this. Writing itself is solid, but the subject matter, especially now, just seems like a rehash of an age old concept that I'd thought basically dead already.
2088612 I knew I had heard it before.
Beldum does sorta have one limb lol. It's got a head attached to an arm. He's got claws.
Also, are you going off of the assumption that the metagross line are like computers?(thus the hum?)
Cause that would be awesome! Now I don't particularly like the word B**** but I couldn't find this awesome metagross pic anywhere else.
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Sorry for the language...
A beldum, eh? Interesting.
It's like you took that one guy's crappy Pokéquestria story and made it witty and believable.
+1
2090045 Sir, I did, in fact, mention the neck. It's just that Metapod is the only cocoon I can think of that fits. Kakuna has a neck, but both its eyes face forward so there wouldn't be any reason for him to think he only has one.
2089600
I must know where you got that image because its too awesome for this webpage.
Pokemon thought 1- Arcanine. (See Burning Souls. )
Second though- Pikachu. Cause it's small.
Third- Pigeotto. Strange right?
Then came the Beldum.
Beldum. Hmm. I kept thinking it was one of the cocoon Pokémon because he'd been recognized as an animal. When he started flying I figured he was either a Pupitar or a Forretress. I'm still disappointed he;s not Metapod, though; Butterfree are awesome, and also fit better in Equestria. Ah well. Following!
Also:
2089020 Because you're a frikkin' bell, Bronzong. Metagross is bigger, scarier, and smarter. Oh, and it also has limbs.
I hate all pokemon that are not gen 1. I am disapoint.
2090376 But Bronzong can fly/be half immune to fire. Oh well, Metagross is cooler even though Bronzong is the ideal counter for Metagross I guess.
Misdrevious and Galvantula 4 life!
But seriously, it's nice to see a Pokemon story get the kind of treatment it deserves for once.
You misspelled "breathe" at the end there.
Keep up the good work!
2090239 No offense.... But burning souls is literary junk. the only reason it's so popular is because of the huge lack of pokemon crossovers.
(I still can't believe there isn't a keldeo fic....)
2090192 I googled a bit. I wish I knew the original source though.(not the memefication of it)
I'd like to compliment the artist.
2090376 I agree. the pony should have been wondering how the hunk of living metal was even alive. but hey, ponies. Innocent and clueless to the end. gotta love 'em.
Keep up the good work Solecism!
This. Is. Brilliant. much better than Flaming Spirits or whatever. Also, kudos for a pokemon choice that is actually interesting, rather than another furry fire type. I hope that the other transformations are to be as good! (Crossing fingers for a Ghastly, or ghost type at the very least.) Liked, favourited, keep up the good work!
at what rate does it take you to write a chapter
here is what I am forseeing
the main character has nerves of STEEL and can concentrat when talking to girls I.E. STEEL PSY
the girl with the strong hug and is the main character's ex it going to be a Fighting type of some sort
the room mate maybe a BUG type hence he is bugging the main character
the girl who the main character has a crush on maybe GRASS (only because of Erica) or psy (because of the stareotipical gardvor)
the guy who looks like AVGN maybe a ELECTR and/or DARK because of you portrayed him IE "why not 'test it' before selling it?"
am I right on any accounts?
Well i was thinnking about starting my own pokefic inspired by Burning Souls but from what i see the market got saturated.
Besides my idea of a story about a constantly unlucky depressive ninetales in the world of ponies seems kinda bland now that i think about it.
Oh well another story to watch.
I did not expect that. Not often that you see one of the "questionably alive" pokemon in such a situation. Bravo for shattering norms!
I officially love this story.
I caught fewer errors on this chapter, possibly because I was immersed in the story:
Just one question. Why does he make the connection that he's a pokemon so fast? After finding myself in Equestria, I would sooner assume I was a pony or other creature native to that world. Ignore this if it will be answered when more of that night is described.
2088372 *Cough*Unown *Cough*
Or he could be a magnemite
I like this
2090878 At least Unown doesn't hurt itself when it attacks.
2090878
Thank you for all the kind words and pointing out some of the most glaringly obvious errors ever. Of all time. They're probably left over from when I changed the story to present tense from past tense, then back again (present tense is really awkward, at least for me).
2087129
That was an intentional reference to Calvin and Hobbes.
2089020
Maybe...
2089433
Everyone is entitled to their own opinion regarding a certain series. I chose to write this to show that a crossover like this can be done correctly.
2089975
That was the intention, yes.
2091037 You're welcome. But they weren't glaringly obvious. I just have a habit of running a fine-toothed comb through any story I read.
2090958 True. On an almost related note, I'm waiting for there to be a legendary that you summon by gathering all 28 unown. Oh, and while I fantasize, I also want the last ten Eeveelutions. I don't care that it's ridiculous, it must be done!!
I was so sure he was a magnemite
2086547
Probably because the average quality of Poképony fics is sub-zero.
In all seriousness though, this one doesn't seem half-bad. Interesting pokemon choice, to say the least. I was waiting for the all-too-predictable 'badass' choices like Arcanine. Pleasantly surprised, I would say.
Holy shit, I think I'm a Beldum.
Lucky bastard. If he evolves into metang and then metagross, he'll get all the bitches.
2089600
Me and you were thinking the exact thing thing.
2091449 What thing thing were we thinking exactly the same?