Incinermyn
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Pyra's Plushies
Author's notes: The following story is a spinoff of my Pokémon fanfiction The Crusade of Dark Nostalgia: Biohazard. It involves two of the main characters Pyra (a Vulpix with an acute affinity for magic and divination) and Chip (a Fakemon called Weasinge who has similar powers derived from a different source). Originally, I was going to post this as one long short story, but I've decided to break it up into a few different passages. The full story is very near completion, but I'm still handwriting the final passages so as to not get sidetracked by stray thoughts (which, for me, happens a lot when I type things up right when I think of them).
Part One
"Very interesting..." spoke a young vixen as she pawed through an ancient tome set on the table before her.
In the muted candlelight, the fox's visage gave off a russet glow from her reddish fur. From under her soft pink cowl, her eyes glistened with a beautiful burgundy hue as their white irises honed in on the pages of endless text. She snickered, showing the fangs in her slight maw, as she noticed passages of particular interest to her.
"Oh! There you are, Pyra!" the voice of a young man called from a short distance away.
The Vulpix lifted her brow to see the silhouette of a weasel Pokémon approaching her. As he came into better view, she saw the familiar creature was about her height, save for the fact that he had a slender body that made him sit taller than her across the table. In the revealing light, she saw that the ermine had dark red fur around his face that slowly changed to pink near his belly and white by his thighs. He had a ruby embedded in his forehead above his own burgundy eyes with silvery-white irises. She looked listly at him as he folded his ears back and tilted his head inquisitively.
"Oh, hi, Chip!" she said, grinning before turning back to her book. Unperturbed by he friends presence, the Vulpix continued reading the tome intently.
"What are you doing here alone in your tent?" the Weasinge asked, a little perplexed.
"Just reading a tome my father gave me when I was younger," Pyra responded happily.
"Reading, eh?" Chip replied, surprised to hear the term since he knew most Pokémon were illiterate. Peeking over the table, he gawked in horror as he saw the book was filled with arcane symboles and crossing characters he'd never seen before.
"What sort of writing is that?" he exclaimed, "It looks like a Torchic got ink on its claws and walked all over the pages of this book!"
The Vulpix laughed and stated, "Nonsense! It's just written in an ancient human language."
"Humans?" he asked, grinning awkwardly, "But they're extinct. How could you know their language?"
Pyra giggled a moment and replied, "Oh, my father taught me ancient languages when I was younger. Most of them were pretty easy once I learned the basic grammar rules. This one was somewhat difficult, though."
"Huh?" Chip gawked while tilting his head again. He knew that her father, a Ninetales named Osiris, was widely respected as a sage and oracle; however, he found it extremely unlikely that the man could decripher what seemingly amounted to literal chicken-scratch.
Looking down at the text again, Chip sighed and inquired, "Do you even know what language it is? They had hundreds of them!"
"Japanese!" she chirped, wagging all six of her tails under her cloak.
"You...can be unnaturally happy, you know that?" he said with grimace, "It scares me sometimes." He'd only known Pyra for a few weeks, and she always seemed to go from absurdly shy to terrifyingly cheerful in no time at all.
"Oh? But I have a reason for it this time."
"And that is...what?"
"This book is full of transformation spells!" she laughed.
"Transformation spells?" the ermine sighed, "What do you mean by 'transformations?'"
"Oh, nothing danagerous," the vixen said with a cackle before pointing her paw at a column of symbols centered on a page.
Chip glanced down at it as she explained, "This list here contains a spell set that would let the caster turn a human into any naturally-born Pokémon they want."
"Yeah, okay..." Chip replied, rolling his eyes, "That's basically worthless."
"It wasn't when it was written."
Pyra's eyes darted between the two pages she had open, trying to locate another spell. Once she found the one she wanted, the fox put her paw on it and giggled. Chip glanced down at it curiously.
"I like this one. It allows the caster to turn one Pokémon into another one, again so long as it's a naturally-born creature."
"That's a joke, right?"
"Nope!" Pyra giggled, "Want to try it out and see?"
"No!" Chip retorted, "I like being a Weasinge!"
"Okay... I'm just kidding, anyways."
"Didn't sound like it."
Pyra stopped laughing and returned her gaze to the book. Shae against glanced over the current pages until she found another spell that intrigued her. Placing her paw on it excitedly, she drew Chip's attention to a rather lengthy column of symbols.
"Now this spell is rather peculiar... It talks about these items human children used to have called 'stuffed toys,' thought I believe a more accurate translation is either 'stuffed doll' or 'plush toy.'"
"Um, okay..." Chip replied, "What exactly are they?"
"Well, according to my father, 'plush toys' or 'plushies' were toys made up for human children. They normally got either manufactured or made by hand, and consisted of fabric and stuffing. He also said they often had caricatures of miscellaneous Pokémon."
"And...I do not understand what you said at all..." Chip said confusedly.
"Neither do I really... But you have to consider this: my father is over eight hundred years old, so he grew up during the Age of Man. I assume these are things he saw firsthand. It's pretty difficult to describe things that haven't existed for five hundred years, at the least. I would imagine that, as toys, they were objects to be played with. But that's all..."
"Well, I used to have a ball made from tanned leather, if that's any reference."
Pyra shook her head. A lot of Pokémon had balls or rudamentary toys they played with when they were younger. However, they likely didn't compare to what humans formerly had, even remotely.
"Historians agree that humans had an extremely advanced species. However, anything we have pales in comparison to whatever they did."
Chip nodded his head in agreement. As the son of one such scholar, Apollo Erminfyr, he knew many of the legends about human civilization, both good and bad. For all their advancements in science, they possessed both the power of creation and that of destruction, which evoked the wrath of an ancient deity and led to their ultimate extinction.
Returning their attention to the tome, Pyra explained, "This spell goes on to describe how it can be used to turn humans or Pokémon into plush toys. The effects on humans were different than those on Pokémon. Pokémon just turn into plushy versions of themselves, while humans required a defined transformations caused by an extended part of the spell on the next page."
"Okay, I think I understand that much. But, one thing I don't understand is why anybody would want to make spells that change things like that? Aren't there better uses for magic and psychic powers?" Chip pointed out.
"Yes, there are. I only use my hexing abilities in self-defense and my mystic skills when I need to."
The weasel nodded in agreement again. Pyra had an affinity for the mystic arts, even amongst Vulpix. Likewise Chip's kind were attuned to psychic powers, specifically pyrokinesis. In his case, though, he had yet to master any skills beyond shooting fireballs and sparking wildfires in anger.
"That's what I mean," Chip said.
"I know. However, at the time this was written, the authors were experimenting with new magic. The knowledge has actually been kept hidden for a while now," Pyra explained.
"Was there a reason for that?"
"Most likely because it's too tempting to use these spells to cause mischief. The spells in this book are all temporary. As safeguards, the victims return to their original forms after ten hours and an extra enchantment is always in place that protects them from any harm."
"Oh, then that prevents anything bad from happening to them when they're transformed?"
"Exactly! I wouldn't be reading up on these if they weren't safe. There are ways to make the changes permanent, but only if the one being transformed agrees to it."
"That's a relief then. The way you were going on about them, I thought you were going to say there's no way to change back once the spell is cast," Chip said gleefully.
"Well, there are reversions spells too, but they're difficult to cast properly. So, it's probably best to wait for spells to wear off, anyways."
Chip nodded happily and smiled. Pyra grinned in unison before returning to the book again.
"The 'plushy' spell picqued my interest becaue it's a little more complex than the rest of the spells in the tome. I would really like to try it out if you're willing. I promise that I won't mess it up or let you get hurt."
"Hey, now! I just told you 'no' to the other spell. That goes for this one too!" Chip barked.
Pyra's mouth hung open a moment until she said, "I thought I just assured you that there were all kinds of safeguards. There's no way anything can go wrong, and I have twenty-five years of spell-casting experience! I've been learning this type of stuff since I was a kit."
Chip looked at her angrily, with Pyra returning his glare. After a few moments, his eyes widened as he suddenly recalled that Pyra was really thirty-seven years old and not twelve like everyone else assumed. It could be easy to forget that sometimes, given her appearance and demeanor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Pyra. You look younger than you really are."
"That's something I'm proud of, too," she snickered, "So how about it?"
"My answer is still 'no!'" Chip retorted.
"Fine, then... But, if I can find some other volunteers, then will you reconsider trying it?" she begged, putting her forepaws on the desk in a pleading fashion.
"You...can't take 'no' for an answer, can you?" he sighed. She nodded.
"Let me know if you find five Pokémon who can agree to this, and they have to be ones we do NOT know personally. You need to explain the experiment to them and assure them they won't be hurt. Then maybe, and I stress 'maybe,' I will let you try it on me," the ermine explained, "Don't get your hopes up, though!" Afterwards, the Weasinge took his leave.
Pyra closed her eyes slowly and started to sob. She was accustom to that type of scrutiny from her father, but never her friends. Closing the spellbook, she took care to make a slight fold atop the current page as to bookmark it. Next the Vulpix grabbed a small strip attached to the book's binding with her maw and then carried it with her out of the tent as she left.
<End Part One>
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