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PokeMorphs- a Pokemon-Animorph Crossover

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I didn't care about the time limit. I didn't care, period. I was in a trance, staring at Taylor. No, not at Taylor, but the shiny thing in her pocket. I felt the zigzagoon mind freak, and dashed forward, running in complicated zig-zags. There was another zigzagoon in that spot, guarding my shiny. I tackled it and quickly stuck my head into Taylor's pocket. <SHINY!!!!!> I grabbed it in my mouth and pulled it out, shaking Taylor's clothes around. I didn't care, I had my Shiny...thingy. I ran, and hid in my tent. I dug up a portion of fabric, and covered my shiny. It was not until my small happy snout poked out of the tent that I realized what I had done. In plain sight, I had stolen something from Taylor, AKA Taylorsaurus-Rex. I ran out the tent screaming. <AAAAAAAAH!>
 
"What the...?" I said when I saw what was going on. I had apparently fallen asleep in front of the fire and when I woke up it was nuts! A whole bunch of Zigzagoon were running around acting crazy. <Guys, snap out of it! The Zigzagoon's brain is taking control of us! That alien did not give us the morphing power to have fun, He gave it to us to save the planet! The clock is ticking, Don't forget about the two hour time limit!> a voice cried out in my head.

"Must be the others..." I muttered. I grabbed a passing Zigzagoon and cried, "Morph out! Its controlling you!" What I got insted of a reaction I got this weird feeling, similer to when I recieved the morphing power. The Pokemon went limp, as if in a trance. After a few seconds it jumped out of my hands, and headed for the hills. I thought about the Zigzagoon running amok and I felt my hands itch. I looked down and nearly screamed. My hands were turning brown! They kept going and I felt my self shrink while my hands turned into paws. A giant hairless tail sprouted out of my back side but quickly turned into a bushy brown and black tail. It was all over in about a few minutes.

Just as I was thinking this isn't so bad, BAM! The instincts hit me like a brick wall. A felt like the entire world was my plaything, and I was so, freakin, HAPPY! Suddenly I saw a Zigzagoon grab a shiny thing out of a girls pocket. It ran into one of our tents. <MY SHINY THING!> I yelled out in though-speak. However the Zigzagoon ran out of the tent not seconds later screaming in thought speak. At that moment I didn't care. I ran into the tent and found the shiny thing. I couldn't tell what it was but I didn't care. I ran out of the tent and proceded to bury it in the ground, by a tree. I whirled around at the others and yelled <This is MY shiny. No one comes near it...>
 
<Guys, snap out of it! The Zigzagoon's brain is taking control of us! That alien did not give us the morphing power to have fun, He gave it to us to save the planet! The clock is ticking, Don't forget about the two hour time limit!>

The kid's over-reacting, I thought, licking my fur somewhat clean. Then I saw what was going on. The entire campsite was a mess...and anytime now, somebody might come to check on us.

That would be bad.

I have to demorph...demorph right now! I thought, panicking. The Zigzagoon was starting to get scared, too- it dashed here, there, inside a bundle of clothing I recognized as my own. My nose twitched, inhaling familiar yet strange human scents. I was reminded of who I really was, my image coming to mind...

And I began to change again. The fur receded, and my skin to changed by back to a pale, peachy hue. I was completely bald as I began to grow- I was glad there was no mirror in front of me, because I knew I must have looked like something from It Came From the Swamp without the muck all over me...

My face flattened, lips melting into a more human shape, and my arms lengthened. Claws softened into dexterous fingers, and hair sprouted from my head. The demorph was complete.

And I was also stark naked. Well, not entirely- I had morphed inside my clothes, so I had my pants in some kind of messed up straight jacket around my arms, with my head sticking awkwardly out of one of the leg holes. Thankfully, my shirt covered up my genitals, but now I found myself in a rather awkward position.

Worming my way back into my tent, I managed to get my clothing on straight in privacy before going back out to survey the damage.

This...is Earth's last hope? I thought despondently. "We have time..." I muttered, more to myself than anyone else. "You guys have time to enjoy yourselves...but that was crass and undignified. I am never doing that again."

I ended with a sour note, turning my back on the others and plopping my butt on the floor. Scar's voice, from The Lion King, echoed in my head.

I'm surrounded by idiots.
 

I really wanted it, that hairy thing. It always seemed to escape when I tried to catch it. It was really irritating. After a while, I got it, I started playing with it, and bit it. Strangely, it hurt to bite it. I played with it while rolling around, finally entering the group of other Zigzagoons. I kicked it, and pulled the strange thing. It was really, REALLY fun. I finally rolled into a pile of clothes, and hurt my back. I snapped out of it, and found that what I was playing with was actually my tail. A let go, and checked where I hurt my back. A familiar pair of glasses, entwined in my underwear.

<Dang, I have to morph back!> I said in thought speak, unknowingly. I tried to get my boxer-shorts on, and they were too big, of course. Still, they were moderately correct on. I walked into my T-shirt. Right... time to morph. I tried cramping muscles again, and all that. Of course, it didn't work. I tried to block my new brain, and remember how I morphed in the first place. I... that's right, I imagined a Zigzagoon. So I imagined myself... And Voila!
I started growing, and my internal body changed. Again, uncomfortable. The two lower parts of the leg became one, and the hair seemed to grow back into the skin. All except on the head, where it turned darker and softer, to a degree. my snout flattened out, becoming a human mouth and nose. It was done. I had my underwear on correctly, but my t-shirt was on higher than expected.

I easily got into my T-shirt, before, rapidly getting on the glasses, and grabbing my clothes before running inside my tent. I started dressing again.
<I'll never use that morph EVER again> I said while putting on my socks...
 
It was utter chaos. People- er- now Zigzagoon were running aimlessly around. Some growling in a pile of clothes, others fighting over some shiny thing. Completely stupid. I, on the other hand, was completely content chewing on the chip bag. A two hour deadline though? Seems kind of short. Not even enough time to take a nap.

It was kind of strange when that Ivan kid and- Peter, I think (I don't know, the kid said to call him "Puzzle), morphed back. Thank god I diverted my eyes in time. But, it reminded me that I would have to do it too, even if being a Zigzagoon was absolutely incredible. Still, I don't want to be stuck as one. Bottom of the food chain doesn't sound all that good anyways. Being chowed on by a Seviper is not on my "Top Ten ways to Die" List... not that I'd ever had a list like that.

Back to morphing though. I didn't even have a clue how I would go about it. Last time, that damn Zigzagoon bit me, so, judging by that flawed logic, I would have to bite myself as a human to become human again. I sighed at the stupidity of the idea, blaming the simple thinking of a Zigzagoon. Luckily, the more human side of me began to think, and I was able to figure it out rather quickly. Hopefully, if I thought of myself as a human, I would transform back. Before I attempted to, however, I made the executive decision to drag my pants and boxers into the woods out of view. If I changed back, I didn't want to do it right in front of everyone else. It would be kinda awkward. *cough* Ivan and Peter *cough* So, I did (don't worry, I put the half chewed Chip Bag in my "Redskin's" jacket pocket).

In the woods and finally out of site (even though it took me a good 2-3 minutes), I put my theory to work. The Zigzagoon in me wanted to flee away from the potential danger, going back to where the others were. However, with that thinking, I would never get back to being human, so, with a little more effort then I thought I would have to use, I managed to stay. Not wanting to loose the moment, I closed my eyes quickly begining to think of every detail of my old self. The familiar but strange feeling of morphing returned. It was like transforming into a Zigzagoon... only backwards. Probably the weirdest feeling was tied between all the hair disappearing, and my tail retracting. Not only that, but having the headband around my neck during the morph was... odd. Strange, because it didn't bother me turning into a Zigzagoon...

It seemed to be over rather quickly, maybe because it wasn't as exciting as morphing into a Pokemon, or maybe because the Zigzagoon-happy-drug wore off. In any case, out of sight, I quickly put on my boxers jeans before nonchalantly walking out of the woods, grabbing my Redskins sweatshirt and shirt and putting those on as well.

"Ah... Artic Aipom." I sighed and sat down on a bench, placing the earphone in my ear and watching the others run around. Heh. Now I could take mental notes on what they are doing... and maybe use it later.
 
"Two hour time limit?" I thought to myself as I quickly stopped snacking on the granola bar. As some of the kids started changing back into human, I looked at my clothes, and then at my furry paws. It was time to stop playing around. I quietly grabbed my underwear and jeans and took them back to my tent. I sat in there for at least ten minutes looking at my clothing and remembering my human self. Remembering what it was like to be human. It was then I felt my muscles and bones starting to expand. I then closed my eyes as I felt my fur retract back into my body. It didn't take long before my tail retracted back either. Within several moments, I was human again.

I slid on my underwear and jeans rather quickly. I then stepped outside to retreive the rest of my clothing. I threw on the shirt and stared at all of the other Zigzagoon, aiming to scare them back into human form. I wasn't sure if it was working, but I believed I got the point across when I stepped back into my tent. I then packed all of my things, as it was the last day of camp. I put my shoes on, along with my trench coat. I then spotted my good ol' aviators. I went outside of my tent and put them on quietly. You the way I'm talking about. The way all of the bad guys put their sunglasses on in the movies. I then put my tent down and stuffed it in my bag.

"Time to go," I said as I walked to a nearby bench. Sitting on the bench was one of my group members. I believe his name was Soul, or something like that.

"Yo," I quietly said as I quickly saw he was jamming to music. I then sat down by him and leaned my head back. It was soon time to go, and everyone else was packing up their stuff.

"What a trip."
 
I then realized that it was time to demorph. I dragged my clothes back to my tent (It was actually very difficult for a Zigzagoon, but I somehow managed it). After I made it in, I put them in a neat little pile and tried to figure out how I managed to get into this morph and, suddenly, I remembered that last time, the morphing process was triggered when I concentrated very hard on becoming the Zigzagoon. I tried the same thing, except this time, I thought about becoming a human again and already, I could feel myself growing larger and my fur starting to disappear. The tail was the next thing to go and after that, my limbs returned to normal. The human feature that returned last was my face. I then put my clothes back on when the morph was complete, very grateful that I was in my tent. Next time I morph into a Pokemon, It's gonna be somewhere safe where no one can see me like this. I tried sending a thoughtspeak message, to see if it was possible to do in human form. No luck, it appears that we can only do that while morphed. I then got out of my tent to see how the others were doing.
 
Shrugging my shoulders, I went back into my tent, somewhat self-satisfied with the resemblance of order. I picked up my scattered personal belongings, stuffing them into my bag, and hefted it over my shoulder before realizing something.

I was really hungry. Digging in my bag, I found a second granola bar, stripped of the wrapper, and bit into it. Then I realized something else.

The cut across the lip the Zigzagoon had given me was gone. Not even a scratch. Completely healed. And more than that! The bruises and the other cuts from my various falls and...overall clumsiness were gone too. I was better than just refreshed- I was completely healed! With total euphoria in my heels as I imagined the medical patents I could get from this, I skipped out the tent- and immediately fell onto my face into the gravel.

So much for completely healed.

Now with a bad temper, I leered at the Zigzagoons for a moment, before treading carefully to the direction of the buses. Perhaps its better if I don't market this wonderful thing, I thought, feeling the cube in my pocket. After all, then these...Controllers, were they called? They'll take it from me. Best to get rid of them first. Clear the market. Yeah.

So with a shut mouth, I threw my bag into the bus's grimy underbelly and climbed aboard the shuttle back home.
 
"Yo," Some kid said, sitting down next to me. Most people probably couldn't have heard him over the music, but I could. A good talent to have when you want to eavesdrop or converse. I think he wanted us to call him "Game On" Or "Over" or something. I really didn't know. I did happen to remember his real name though, William. I passed him in lunch a few times. As the song changed, I briefly wondered if it would tick him off if I called him by his first name...

"What a trip." William continued, tilting his head back. Man, he looked like he could stay there forever.

"I guess." I shrugged, adjusting my earphones. I, on the other hand, could not wait to get home. It wasn't that I hated nature (far from it, actually. Especially with my Zigzagoon experience) I just wanted some electricity! (Not to mention my MP3 player only had about 10% left) However, one thing that kind of unnerved me was the transforming thing. How the hell did it work in the first place? And then there was the alien. I shook off the thought, turning up the music instead. I have a long ride home, I'll think of it then.

Instead I rose, giving Will a friendly nod before heading into my tent. Luckily, I wouldn't have to take it down, that was the last thing I wanted to do at the moment. Haphazardly cramming all of my stuff into my duffel bag, I left the campsite without another word. After throwing my stuff into the bottom of the bus (which I think was somehow more grimy than my clothes), I got on and sprawled out on a seat, laying on the first cushioned surface for the pass three days. Ha. I dare someone to tell me to move.

(OOC: Craptastic quick Post |3)
 
I looked upon the bus and sorta smiled. "Onwards to home," I thought to myself as I stood up. I then looked around and smiled for what seemed like the first time in a long time. I needed to get home to finish my... things. Yeah, I'll go with that. Things...

Things would definately start getting more and more hectic within the next few days. I had decided by about this time that I would need to experiment with my new... abilities. I needed to see if I could transform into any Pokemon I wanted. That way, I could transform into something that those aliens wouldn't be able to stop. "But what to transform into..." I remember thinking as I saw some Skarmory fly above me. They obviously didn't have a place to go to quickly, as if they were, I wouldn't be able to see them.

It was around this time I saw something gray move in the woods. I couldn't tell up close, but I could have sworn I saw a sword-like horn. Unfortunately for me, whatever it was had run off.

"Must have noticed me hearing it," I said as I threw my bag in the grimy undercarriage of the bus. I then leaned up against a tree and saw a small male Nidoran follow several female Nidoran into the woods. I simply laughed at this for a few seconds until I heard some students coming. One, in particular, heading towards me with a few of his possy following behind.

"Looky here boys," said the leader as he put his hand next on the tree I was on. I knew this kid and his crew of five. The leader's name was Jimmy Snider, a person who gets on my nerves. He always makes fun of me and crap, making me want to beat the crap out of him. I have ignored him for a long time, and, now that the teachers were not anywhere to see, I might have my opportunity today.

"So, Pansy, how you doing?" asked ol' Jim as his crew started popping thier knuckles. He had obviously gathered them around to try and fight me if I decided to hit him. They each looked to be around my age, but they were nowhere near as big or strong as me. Jim must have hoped numbers would let him win.

Boy, was he mistaken.

I quickly grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the tree. I then took off my aviators and slid them into my pocket. I then put on my 'warface'. This automatically started scaring him as one of his lackeys jumped unto my back, trying to get me in a rear-naked choke. I let go of Jim long enough to grab the kid by the hair and throw him over me into a nearby bush. The other four then grabbed my arms as Jim, who was no longer in shock, started boxing my stomach. Everytime he punched me, I started widening my smile more and more, until I started looking like a maniac. This was when I saw him become truly afraid, making him stop punching me. I then threw my right arm back, tossing the two kids into a tree as I turned to the guys who had a hold of my left arm. I saw the fear become apparent on their faces as they instantly ran away. Around this time, I heard several twigs crack. Jim was trying to escape...

"Come here little boy," I said as creepily as I could, trying to scare him. This caused him to freeze long enough for me to grab him by the throat again. I then picked him up with one arm and slammed him onto the ground.

I then got up as I put my aviators back on. Just as when they slid across my ears, I felt something hit my back. Jim had gotten back up and tried to punch me from behind. I then did a back roundhouse kick to the side of his head with my left foot, sending him back to the ground. I didn't hit him hard enough to knock him out, but hard enough for him to fall to the ground in pain.

I walked away from Jim and onto the bus, where I quickly grabbed a seat in the back. Some of the people on the bus had seen the fight by the looks of it as some of them stared at me. I ignored this and went into a quick snooze...
 
It was a shame that there was a 2 hour limit to this morphing thing: Terrance couldn't remember having so much fun! All the smells were sending him in and out of the bushes and the tents as he tried to find stuff. Anything interesting he found he grabbed, played with then hid it with other things. He even got a thrill from scaring some random Starly away into the skies. What was wierdest was that human Terrance had no idea what he was doing these things for - but that's what made it so fun!

Eventually, he was feeling tired and, well, a bit itchy to be honest. Gathering all of his tossed about clothes, he scurried into his own tent and sat down.

<Morph!> he said in thought.

...

<Activate. Human! Go!>

...

The small Zigzagoon was puzzled. He couldn't seem to change back. He brought one of his paws to his mouth and began to ponder, thinking about how to change back. It was then he imagined his human self, a clear image in his head. Ah, that was it! He could feel himself grow, much to his discomfort, but it wasn't as bad as earlier. Gradually, the hairs on his body retracted, so too did the claws, and his snout shrank back to a human face. When the process was complete, he sighed with relief - god that was so much fun!

It was also pretty chilly. Better get dressed.

All was in order, except his hat. If one of those little punks had chewed it to pieces then he was going to kick something. Fortunately, for them, Terrance found it in a bush not far from where he morphed. He plopped it onto his head, and turned around to see most of the campers putting their things away. It was time to go home - and that sucked. Terrance set about attacking his tent, folding it away and packing everything inside.

(OOC: Havn't posted in a while ^^' Just making up for lost time :P)
 
Hey, Windchaser, old buddy. Guess what. I'm PISSED. How DARE you? You... I am completely disgusted with you. Can you say "rip off artist?" You didn't even give me credit for this! You didn't even freaking ASK ME if you could use MY idea! This entire first post and concept copied from me, almost WORD FOR WORD. You only changed things that applied to my characters!

Yeah, I think mine was up first. A month before yours. More than that! I can't believe you. I thought you were a good person. I thought you were a friend. No, I guess not. You're just a damned thief.

I reported this entire thread, and I provided the link to my discussion thread, which was posted more than a month before yours. I want this shut down. You freaking plagiarized me... <_<

I'd post the link here for you ALL to see that your lovely GM is a thief, but I can't post links with less than fifteen freaking posts.
 
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Windchaser, do not take other people's work and claim it as your own.
I'm closing this thread now, but I'm going to leave the report open for Alter Ego to deal with, cause I'm not sure what sort of action to take.
 
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