pokemorphs

 Many moons ago, there was a collective of spiritual trainers in tune with pokemon. They shared gifts with other pokemon, granting telekinetic and pyrokinetic abilities. Using their powers to sway pokemon, they moved to bind rulers of older times to do their bidding. Many were killed, some needlessly, to be scapegoats as were those accused as witches. Modern times leave these once great people to go into solitude, or to sacrifice their heritage for a simple normal life. Today, however, will reveal what was a myth in the past to be truth in the present. A fortune teller will discover her roots and regain her birthright, as an Invoker. A post

     An opportunity presents itself to have a sleepover with a unique geeky gal. Now, she's a particularly interesting person whom has a unique ability- she can change herself to a PoKeHybrid. No, that's not what makes her so unique. She's something of an early bird as well as a night owl in one package. How? it starts as you two sleep comfortably together. Nothing delirious, mind you. She's in her bed while you're on a sleeping bag at carpetted floor. As she wakes up, you hear a soft moan as the Sun reaches her window.      She pulls away at her sheets. You avert your gaze out of respect, bu

     Two people sit at a camp site, away from the public eye. A cloudy sky hangs overhead. One of these two, a guy in black clothes, speaks calmly, concerned for the one who summoned him. The other, tugging long black bangs of hair, listens. "Alright, so you are sure about this miss..." A timid voice speaks, tugging onto a frilly right sleeve. "Jung... Eun Jung." "Alrighty then, Eun."     He observes the maiden, sitting on the tree stump a yard away. Straight long black hair runs down to her rear. A pair of bangs hands to the inner corner of her eyes, running down to her knees. Purple cotton covers her chest, while long strands of purpl

 The night is cold, especially for those whom have no heating in their home. With Fran, not paying for heat is a calculated risk. With money being tight, having a supernatural gift works plenty for the bills. At bedtime, the gift has its ideal reward. Under the covers, she looks herself over. A pink top covers her torso in fabric, with a string of fabric around her arms where her sleeves should be. Down below, pink shorts go as far as before her knees. Goosebumps start to form on her bare skin, but she isn't concerned. Closing her eyes to focus, she thinks about what she would like to be. Once opening them, she smiles as the bumps recede in

 Living in a farm can be a drag. Just ask Bessie- a farmer's daughter. She always protests having to work the land that keeps a roof over her head. Despite her upbringing, she is a normal girl whom enjoys being with her friends. On this day, however, no one can blame her for wanting to be normal. Before she could run off and hang out with her friends, Bessie needs to take care of the weeds growing by the apple trees. She detests the boring work, but her dad is within earshot of the trees- only 100 feet away. Despite the chore, she is already dressed for venturing out on the town. Blonde hair flows from her head, curling in the autumn wind

 Away from the world, I stay hidden behind boulders at a little alcove in a cavern. The setting is an underground private beach with fish pokemon swimming without a care in the world. Myself? I'm waiting for some gent whom wants a simpler life. What a request- a more animalistic hybrid transformation. The Ditto within certainly doesn't mind the prospect. A black shirt covers my chest. Black shorts hang underneath my waist. Sneakers cover my feet with ankle socks. Not fond of sand. I'm the PoKeHybrid Trainer, Jim, bored out of my skull. After what feels like forever and a day, the person wanting me to change their life walks at the edge of the

 The pokemon world has been a safer place for the most part. Where I live, Kanto, is safe for humans and PoKeHybrids co-existing. But in some locations, like Sinnoh, it was as bad as Kanto was 13 years ago. Mounting progress is slow when it comes to brute force against ruthless opposition. House calls, however? They have proven to be rewarding to help hybrids to feel better with themselves. I could remember one of them like it is just happening… Things are interesting while I wait in front of a house sitting at the front steps. A particular shifter, "cursed" to be a purely cosmetic hybrid, exists without the ability to use any supernat

 The advent of the college semester leaves little to be desired for the masses of a particular dormitory. However, this day will be transcribed to memory- not only for the liberation of parents. Today, moving in would be eventful for a perky gal. Sandy isn't a female that desires to be with the in-crowd. Her dorm room reflects this. While anime posters hang up to her dorm room walls, a collection of manga and novels are crammed in a bookshelf as tall as she is. Plush dolls occupy empty spaces on a computer desk. As for herself, she enjoys being comfortable in her new home. Brown eyes peer at the room entirely furnished. They're behind a p

          Inside the hallowed halls of a college library, a lone girl keeps her head close to a book. Close by, cans of soda and iced coffee are around many sheets of paper and books. Outside, frat boys and rowdy girls frolic around the campus. Even in the twilight hours, Valerie keeps up her studies to be confident of maintaining her perfect 4.0 GPA. A sigh escapes her lips as she's the only one inside of the library. Not even a librarian or security guard is around to keep her company outside of the books all around her. Her brown eyes scan all over herself. Despite studying diligently for many hours, she looks very presentable should someo

     The sky is grey with dust and debris blocking the sun’s rays from shining on the Earth. Many people struggle to survive in this post-apocalyptic world they live in. On this day, a band of soldiers relax on the chance that they do not have to fight to survive. A small camp is their outpost to live out the rest of their days. However, this day will be just as traumatic like every day to fight within a Fog of War. Operation 1: Pennies From Heaven     One of the few makeshift points of luxury in this day and age, a conventional bathroom is well covered by several sheets of metal awning. It’s made well before the meteor strike pl