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Seeds of the Fairies

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By: D. R. Nyan-chan


A bright light.  A long shaft.  An unknown exchange.  Very little could be comprehended and the bandaged Gardevoir that witnessed the phenomenon could only stare in awe at the strange pillar of luminescence from safety of her hiding place.  As the light faded, strange text appeared, “RetroGamer sent over Aakashi and Wraith.  Take good care of Aakashi and Wraith!”

Among the residual glitters stood two perplexed individuals.  The first was a woman with long, red, somewhat curly hair down the length of her back and pale blue eyes alongside a pair of round-framed glasses.  She wore black slacks and a black, sleeveless blouse that featured a green design of a metroid with a heart in an accompanying speech balloon.  A pair of independent sleeves with alternating bands of black and green draped her forearms while matching socks and black sneakers completed her outfit.

The second individual was an averagely built man with flowing brown hair a bit longer than the woman’s and dark blue eyes.  He wore blue jeans, white socks, dark gray sneakers and a white turtleneck sweatshirt with a purple collar and sleeves.

“You know,” Wraith mused as he looked around, “one of these days I’m going to learn to run away the second something starts glowing when it’s not supposed to.”

“We wouldn’t get any more commissions if you started doing that,” Aakashi chuckled.

“I hope no one else at that garage sale went through what we did.  Still, that link cable did take me back,” Wraith reminisced.  “I remember when you had to use one to trade Pokémon.”

“Uh, Wraith?” Aakashi inquired with a tap on his shoulder, “Speaking of Pokémon, you might want to direct you eyes towards those crates over there.”

“No way!” Wraith exclaimed.  “A Gardevoir?”

“Garde?” the Pokémon gasped before running away as fast as she could.

“Are those Pokémon, too?” Aakashi wondered as she noticed large groups of Trubbishes and Durants wandering around.

“It’s been a few generations, since I last played, apparently,” Wraith pointed out.  “Still, this place, something’s wrong.  Where are we, anyway?”

“Maybe France?” Aakashi suggested as she pointed to the tall, rusted over, graffiti-caked tower in the distance.

“Or a Pokémon region based on France,” Wraith shrugged.  “Still, this place is a literal dump.”  Aakashi couldn’t help but agree.  Aside from the garbage bag-shaped Pokémon and metallic ants wandering the streets, everything seemed to be in an extreme state of disrepair and filth.

Hoping for a miracle, Aakashi turned on and checked her CCC Marble tablet.  “It’s a good thing I just charged this up,” she remarked.  “Well, there’s definitely no Wi-Fi.”

“There might not be any outlets, either,” Wraith pointed out, “not unless there’s a Pikachu nearby.”

“Let’s get out of here,” Aakashi suggested as she put her tablet away and held her nose.

“If we get lost, we started in…Ble Paz,” Wraith nodded in agreement as he pointed to a heavily faded sign next to a pile of bluish rubble before joining her in wandering the decrepit streets.  Along the way, they saw several people wrapped in old blankets who avoided making direct eye contact with them, though the couple could feel multiple icy stares from behind.  After a while of walking, Aakashi and Wraith came across a run-down shop stall.  Next to the desperate-looking shopkeeper and her gruff-looking husband was a cardboard sign that read, “Freshly* baked Lumiose Galettes.”  The times when fresh galettes would be available had been crossed out and more text was added below that said, “For as long as our oven holds out, enjoy a wonderful memory from Lumiose City’s prosperous times.  Sales stop once we’re all sold out.”

“Excuse me,” Aakashi greeted once they reached the poorly maintained stand.  “We’re kind of lost.  Perhaps you could help us-“

“Welcome!” the shopkeeper interrupted with an obvious tone of instability and a twitchy left eye.  “The famous flavor of Kalos is still alive and well!  Lucky for you, we just happen to have some vintage Lumiose Galettes left.  They’re a steal at only 1,000 each.”

Before Aakashi could reply, the woman pushed three galettes onto her that were petrified beyond belief; one even looked a little green.  “Uh, I’ll pass,” Aakashi politely declined.  “Could you tell me-?”

“That’ll be 3,000,” the woman interrupted once again, while her husband angrily cracked his knuckles in a display of intimidation.

“We’re really not that hungry,” Wraith interjected, causing the wife’s and husband’s eyes to widen as their faces went sheet-white, “perhaps you could direct-“

“Freak!” the twitchy woman angrily screamed as she beaned Wraith with an expired galette.  “Your kind’s not welcome here.  Be gone!  BE GONE!”  An angry crowd soon started to form that wasted no time in pelting the two newcomers with rocks and rock-hard bread.  “Those are 10,000 each!  You all had better pay up!” the shopkeeper angrily shouted at the crowd.

Before they were completely closed in, Wraith and Aakashi quickly sprinted into the next street, ducked into a small alley on their left, and kept running straight, ending up inside another building.  Fortunately, the mob had ceased their pursuit and the two heaved a sigh of relief.  Aakashi then wondered, “What was that about?”

“I don’t know,” Wraith said as he rubbed his head.  “I’m just glad that bread didn’t give me a concussion.  It was harder than those rocks.”

“Welcome, welcome, step right in,” a man in a badly roughed up karate gi greeted.  “We may not be known as Sushi High Roller anymore, but we can still really move you.”

“Um, you’re not going to throw bad cucumber rolls at us, are you?” Aakashi wondered as they looked around.  The architecture was certainly reminiscent of your average Japanese style restaurant, but the place had obviously seen better days, especially considering there was the occasional hole in the walls and ceiling.  Only a couple of staff dressed in rags were waiting tables and there weren’t even any human customers.  Instead, several Stunkies were prowling the floor, two Bronzongs hovered by the kitchen area, and over half of the tables were occupied by Swalot that were happily wolfing down…something.

This’ll move people, all right,” Wraith thought to himself.  “Move people away, that is.”

“So, would you two lovely ladies care to dine here?” the man inquired as the large cleaver in his hand came into view.

“Uh, we really don’t-“ Aakashi started, but just before the man was about to cut her with a crazed look in his eye, Wraith pulled out a small, golden pebble and asked, “Will this cover us both?  By the way, I’m a guy.  I just happen to like wearing my hair long.”

“Well, tickle me pi-…purple!” the ragged maître d chuckled as he put his knife away.  “So what wouldja like?  We have Iron Soup and Toxic Stew.  Both come with a tall glass of cool, refreshing Roseli Berry Juice.

“Iron Soup,” Aakashi quickly answered, picking the apparent lesser of two evils.

“Make that two,” Wraith added.

“Not a bad choice.  Not a bad one at all.  Table for two!  Let’s roll!”

When they were settled in and sure that no Stunky would spray them, Aakashi wondered, “Where did you get that nugget?”

"Someone in that mob wasn’t paying close enough attention to what he or she was throwing at us,” Wraith smiled.

“Well, we’re probably going to need some spending money to survive around here,” Aakashi pointed out.  “I could probably do a few sketches, but I’m not too sure what to charge in the local currency.”

“Pokémon world currency is based on Japanese yen, so I’d say just start with multiplying our current prices by 100?” Wraith suggested.

THONK!
THONK!

Two dishes covered by rusted cloches had just been unceremoniously plopped onto the table by an elder man with frazzled white hair and glasses with cracked lenses.  He wore a shredded, burgundy-colored business suit and the type of smile one tends to associate with those who have a few screws loose.  “W-welcome, friends!” he stuttered.  “I’m basically the b-boss around here.  Th-this Iron Soup originated from carefully extracted tooth f-fillings of wild Steelix th-that only dine on golden r-r-rocks.  From there, w-we mix in some d-d-dental paste and boil over Darumaka droppings for three hours.  Y-your juice was carefully ch-chosen from the groves of Roseli Berries that protect us all and foot-stomped b-by yours truly.”  Obviously unaware about how offput his newest customers were, the owner continued, “It will take about seven turns for everything to soften up enough to n-not break your teeth.  So, let’s battle!”

“Battle?  W-wait!” Wraith quickly objected.  “We don’t have any Pokémon!”

“Yeah, right,” the owner cackled as he unleashed his Bronzong, Slowking, and Cofagrigus.  “There’s Pokémon all around you.  It’s not like you d-distracted the guy up front w-with a gold nugget or something.”

“Er, about that…bye!” Wraith said as he grabbed Aakashi and dashed towards the door just in time to avoid Slowking’s Scald.  Space then began to distort thanks to Bronzong’s Trick Room and the pair suddenly found themselves sprinting at a snail’s pace.

“Bring out your Pokémon!” the owner demanded while a Scald, Shadow Ball, and Flash Cannon barely missed their targets.

“I don’t want to fight you,” Wraith declared as he grabbed one of the large decorative swords situated near the door, “but if you won’t listen-“

“Don’t be a thief!” the owner interrupted.  “Leave my bouncers alone and use your own Pokémon.”  At that moment, the Aegislash that Wraith had mistakenly grabbed flung both him and Aakashi out the door with a sudden burst of Hidden Power.  The two wasted no time in running as fast as they could past a crumbling monument in the middle of “Roe Paza” and towards the rusted tower at the center of the city.  Fortunately, no one was pursuing them.

“That was too close,” Aakashi sighed.

“I know,” Wraith agreed.  “What kind of restaurant challenges you to a battle just to eat?”

“Did you want Steelix fillings and toe jam juice?” Aakashi inquired.  The disgust on Wraith’s face was more than suitable for an answer.

As they wondered what to do next, a loud wail echoed in the area, “LOPUNNNYYYY!  Lopunny!  Lopunny!”

“Kill it!  Kill it!”

A Lopunny with pink fluff was frantically running towards the direction of Aakashi and Wraith as it was chased by quite the hateful-looking mob.  One of the many stones and projectiles flung at it eventually landed upside the Pokémon’s head, knocking it off balance.

“Hey!” Wraith cried out as he impulsively stepped in between the Lopunny and the mob, almost getting a concussion in the process.  “What’s your problem?  What did that Lopunny ever do to you?”

“Are you okay?” Aakashi asked as she helped the injured Lopunny up.  The Pokémon looked like it was in quite a bit of pain and had fear in its eyes.  As it promptly used Bounce to fly away, Aakashi thought that she saw a pink bow with white edges around its neck.

“What were you thinking?” one of the mobsters angrily shouted at Wraith.  “You let that Infected get away!  Are you in cahoots?”

Aakashi quickly replied, “We only just got here.”

“Besides,” Wraith added, “Pokérus is harmless to humans and is actually beneficial for Pokémon.”

“Pokérus?” a particularly cranky woman wearing a tattered Pokémon Center’s nurse uniform exclaimed; her veins looked like they’d burst from her forehead at any second.  “This isn’t a simple matter of Pokérus!  That Pokémon had the Infection.  Didn’t you see how pink it was?”

“What about it?” Wraith countered.  “Haven’t you ever seen a shiny Lopunny, before?  They’re pink just like some Gyrados are red.  It’s a rare occurrence, but it’s certainly not a sickness.”

“Did you lose all sense once your hair grew out?” a man called out while the rest of the mob vocalized their agreement.

“Again with the hair?” Wraith grumbled.  “I just happen to like the style.”

“Then you should know that the Pink Ones are a plague!” another woman called out.  “Which god do you believe in, anyway?”

Noticing that most of the other mobsters were now brandishing Poké Balls, Wraith quickly stammered, “A-Arceus?”

“HEATHENS!” most of the mob immediately cried out.

“Yveltal is the one, true Savior!”

“His Oblivion Wing shall smite the Infection and save all believers.”

“YVELTAL IS A FALSE GOD!” another individual called out from a second mob that had quietly formed behind the first.  “Yveltal is a demon who only steals life away.  Repent, sinners!  Accept the Great Xerneas’s judgement!  Only through our penance to Him will we earn forgiveness for our wrongdoings and be delivered from the blight of the Infection.”

Tensions were coming to a boil so fast, that the Yveltal worshippers had immediately diverted their attention away from Wraith and Aakashi and towards the followers of Xerneas.  The whole area seemed like a tinderbox ready to blow and as the couple searched for a way out, Wraith spotted the bandaged Gardevoir from before signaling for them to quickly and quietly come over.  Wasting no time, the two tiptoed away and behind the decrepit boxes.  Once they were safely out of sight, Gardevoir used her psychic powers to toss a stone at the mobs, prompting both sides to viciously fight each other in a fit of fury.  The roughed-up Pokémon then quietly led the duo past the faded “Jane Aza” monument, into the opposite street, and left into the alleys.

“Thanks,” Aakashi sighed with relief.  “That was way too close.”

“Voir,” Gardevoir nodded in reply.  As they navigated the narrow paths, Wraith couldn’t help but be concerned.  With all those dirty, makeshift bandages around her arms, forehead, and leg, Gardevoir was far from being in top condition.  In addition, her movements were wobbly and unstable at times as if she was struggling to stay upright.

The path had a few twists and turns, but no forks.  Still, the Gardevoir cautiously peered around every corner before signaling to Wraith and Aakashi that the coast was clear.  Eventually, the path started to curve.  Gardevoir extended an arm to warn the accompanying couple to stop before backing off from the alley’s exit.  The sounds and smells of a herd of skittering Trubbish could be perceived along with a bellowing Garbador.  Wraith also caught sight of the Pokémon crossing the way, along with Gardevoir’s obvious apprehension.  Still, it’s not like he could blame her.  Gardevoir was obviously in poor shape and even though the other Pokémon seemed to be Poison types, something that Psychic types like Gardevoir usually had an advantage over, there were still a lot of them.  Eventually, the group passed and Gardevoir led the pair into the street and to the right.  An additional right turn later, a cringing Metal Sound reverberated.

“More swords?” Wraith sighed as the Doublade glared menacingly at the three.

“Gardevoir!” Gardevoir said as she stepped in front of and shielded the ones she was escorting.  However, Doublade wasn’t intimidated in the least and edged closer to Gardevoir, who retaliated with a Shadow Ball as she shouted, “GAAARDEVOOIR!”

The Shadow Ball seemed lacking, even anemic, but it was sufficent for scaring the Doublade away.  Unfortunately, it was also enough to cause Gardevoir to collapse.  “Whoa, there!” Wraith called out as he caught her and draped her arm around him for support.

“Gardevoir, is there a Pokémon Center nearby?” Aakashi asked as she shouldered Gardevoir’s other arm.  However, the wiped out Pokémon shook her head in reply and weakly pointed to the upcoming road on the left.  A large arch then beckoned the hobbling trio into what appeared to be a gate checkpoint for one of the outlying routes, Route 16, in this case.  The two cleared off some dust and debris from the old bench and sat their escort down.  Gardevoir merely looked at them and weakly smiled.

“Is your trainer nearby?” Aakashi asked.  “We could find him or her for you.”

“Gardevoir,” the Pokémon replied as she sadly looked down.  She pulled out a pair of heavily tarnished gold necklaces while tears streamed down her face.  One was a pendant crafted in the shape of a blinding sun with a blue, marble-like jewel in the center.  The other charm appeared to be stained with old blood and somewhat resembled a note with three extra protrusions from the round portion; it also had a smaller jewel similar to the other pendant, but the internal design seemed less like a marble and more like a black DNA model.  From the way Gardevoir held and caressed the two accessories, it was obvious to Wraith and Aakashi that they were very important to her.

“Would you like to come with us?” Wraith offered.  Gardevoir solemnly shook her head.  “Well, thanks for your help,” he said as he and Aakashi hugged the depressed Pokémon.  A smile appeared on Gardevoir’s face and she pointed to the boarded up exit and weakly whispered, “Gardevoir.”

Wraith grabbed a nearby pipe and pried the planks loose, allowing sunlight into the building once more.  After saying their farewells to Gardevoir, Wraith and Aakashi trudged onward.  Unlike the city, Route 16 looked clean, pristine, and untouched, save for the nearby abandoned fishing shack.  The landscape looked golden and had a strong autumn feel, though the couple of travelers knew better than to traverse the tall fields of yellow flowers where wild Pokémon might appear.

After crossing a couple staircases, the landscape changed and the bare ground was covered in dead leaves alongside several large piles of the same.  Aside from the rustling of the wind, everything seemed quiet and still, or at least it was until-

FWOOOSH!

“That’s right, folks,” the crimson-clad man declared as he jumped out of the leaf pile.  “I’m the Red (not Pink) Pokémon Ranger.  Did I mention that I’m not pink?”

“A-actually,” Wraith tried to intervene, “We’re not here for a fight.  We don’t even have any-“

“A double battle, eh?” the red ranger chuckled.  “Well, I’m game.”

“W-wait!” Wraith objected.  “We don’t-“

“Exeggutor!  Trevenant!  Show them what you’ve got!”

Two flashes of light later, a pair of intimidating Grass types burst forth and glared at the frustrated couple.

“But we don’t want to battle,” Aakashi tried to explain.

“It’s no use,” Wraith sighed as he put a hand on her shoulder.  “Other trainers were always like this.”

“Pumpkaboo-“ *klonk*

“That’s a new one,” Wraith observed as a pink Pumpkaboo backed away from its recent crash into Trevenant’s branches.  The Pokémon ranger’s eyes widened in fear as he took a step back.

“A shiny?” Wraith wondered as he observed the trainer’s reaction.  Meanwhile, Pumpkaboo flopped around and fell to the ground, obviously in pain.  At the same time, Trevenant buckled over in agony as its leaves turned a shade of pink.

“I-it’s one of them!” the ranger squeaked as he recalled Exeggutor and ran way while screaming, “They’re here!  Everybody run!”

“Hey!” Wraith called out.  “What about your other Pokémon?”

“Wraith, are these really shinies?” Aakashi wondered.

At that instant, Trevenant vanished while Pumpkaboo howled out and plowed into Aakashi.  “Pumpka Pumpka!” it cried out in its attempt to bite her.  As Aakashi held the wild Pokémon back, Wraith tried to knock it away, only to be sent flying into his girlfriend by Trevenant’s Phantom Force.

“Ow…what hit me?” Wraith moaned as he looked at the pair of Ghost types.  For some reason, they seemed to be struggling against something and howling incessantly.  The couple could now plainly see the white ribbons wrapped around each of them.  In fact, the thin strips almost seemed to be restraining the two Pokémon.

“Sylveon!  Multiple Shadow Balls!”

“SYYYLVEOON!”

Both Pokémon were immediately knocked away and retreated while a little girl with blonde hair wearing a pink dress, a white apron, and lots of pink ribbons skipped over and giggled, “That was close.  Are you two ladies all right?”

“Only half right,” Wraith frustratingly grumbled as she helped him up.  “I’m just a guy who wears his hair long.  Is that really such a rarity, here?”

“Yep,” the girl gleefully smiled as she offered a hand to Aakashi.

“Thanks,” Aakashi replied with obvious relief.  “I’m Aakashi and this is my boyfriend, Wraith.”

“Boyfriend?” the little girl exclaimed as her eyes widened in excitement.  “So does that mean you two kiss and go all lovey-dovey?”

“Um,” Wraith stammered, “That’s a secret, Miss-“

“Oh, I’m Cassie,” their rescuer said with a curtsey, “and this is my best friend, Sylveon.”

“Sylveon,” the pink Eeveelution said with a bow as its ribbons waved in the air.

Before the couple could say anything further, Cassie promptly embraced Wraith and giggled, “You two look pretty beat up.  How about coming to my Super Secret Base for dress-ups and tea parties?”

“Um,” Wraith stammered, “you did hear me say that I’m a guy, right?”

“Sylveon,” Cassie’s companion chuckled with a smile as Cassie promptly ran up to Aakashi and eagerly asked, “Wow, what kind of Pokémon is that?  I’ve never seen that one, before.”

“You mean on my shirt?” Aakashi wondered.  “That’s not a Pokémon, it’s a metroid, a very happy metroid.”

“What type is it?” Cassie eagerly asked as if she had just eaten a little too much candy.

“W-well, it’s not a Pokémon, but it’s weak against ice,” Aakashi tried to explain.

“Wow!” Cassie replied with wide eyes.  “So is it a Ground type?  A Flying type?”

“Err, yes, I’ll go with that,” Aakashi sighed after deciding to just go with the flow.

“Come on,” Cassie impulsively squeaked as she grabbed both Aakashi and Wraith by the hand.  “My base isn’t far from here and no one from town will bother us.”

Suddenly remembering their previous need to avoid multiple mobs, the couple willingly followed as Cassie happily skipped along.  As they traversed the leaf-laden path, Sylveon maintained a watch around them to check for wild Pokémon and trainers; fortunately, none appeared, but Wraith had the distinct impression that they were being watched.  The group followed the winding path of leaves as it weaved around the tall grass until Cassie and Sylveon stopped just short of where the bed of crunchy plant parts gave way to solid ground.

“We’re here,” Cassie happily announced.  Aakashi and Wraith skeptically gazed at the pile of leaves that Cassie pointed to, but then Sylveon shot some strange energy at the pile, causing an entrance to appear.

“Oh!  Secret Power!” Wraith chuckled.  “It’s been a while.”

“Super Secret Bases may have started in Hoenn, but they’ve recently begun to catch on around here, as well,” Cassie explained.  “Come on in!  We’ll be safe inside.”

Aakashi happily entered without hesitation, but Wraith stopped and looked around.  Someone was definitely watching them, but he couldn’t tell whom.  “Slyve?” Sylveon inquired as it wrapped a ribbon around Wraith’s wrist and gently tugged him inside.

“Wraith, you’ve got to try these berries. They’re unbelievable,” Aakashi said as she happily offered her boyfriend a bowl filled with the tiny, pink, spherical fruits.

“Sylveon gathers those for me, daily,” Cassie explained.  “Have as many as you want.  There’s plenty to go around.”

“Hmm, not bad,” Wraith admitted after sampling a couple and sitting down on the leaf sofa with his girlfriend.  “Cassie,” he explained, “this may be hard to believe, but we have absolutely no idea what’s going on here.  We landed in that decrepit city, were almost fed fillings and dental paste boiled over poop, and got dangerously close to being lynched on sight by multiple mobs.  Would you be able to tell us where we are and what happened here?”

“Oh, that was probably Lumiose City,” Cassie explained.  “It used to be the prettiest place in Kalos, but then the Infection appeared and everything became dirty and stinky, even more so than the other cities.”

“Infection?” Aakashi wondered as she wolfed down a few more berries.  “As in Pokérus?”

“No, this was different,” Cassie sadly explained.  “You remember that Pumpkaboo and Trevenant we scared off?  They were Infected.  In fact, most wild Pokémon are, nowadays.”

“You mean turning pink with ribbons?” Wraith wondered as he glanced at Sylveon.

“NO!” Cassie pouted as she quickly embraced her Pokémon.  “Sylveon’s innocent!  I don’t care what anybody says!  Just because the Infected take on traits similar to hers isn’t her fault.”

Sylveon patted Cassie reassuringly with her ribbons and cooed, “Sylveon, Sylveon.”

“Thanks, Sylveon,” Cassie sadly sighed.  “Don’t worry, no one is going to take you away.”

“That’s right, Sylveon,” Aakashi confirmed while stroking the pink Pokémon around her ears.  “You did save us, after all.”  She then wondered, “Do the Infected have any other symptoms?”

“W-well,” Cassie sniffled, “they’ll disobey their trainers, even ones with the best of bonds, and start attacking both people and uninfected Pokémon.  Sylveon’s saved me from the local Infected countless times and has never once tried to hurt me.”

“We believe you, but how did the city get so filthy?” Wraith wondered.

“Hatred against the Infected expanded to hatred against all Fairy types and they’re weak to Poison and Steel types.”

“That can’t be healthy, though,” Aakashi pointed out.

“It’s also really icky,” Cassie nodded.  “Even Pokémon that were merely pink were singled out to be killed.  There were trainers who objected, though.  I heard that Diantha, a former Champion, lost her life when she wouldn’t relinquish her Gardevoir.”

“Why go after a Gardevoir?” Wraith wondered, having not played the Pokémon series since Gen 4.  “They’re Psychic types and definitely not pink.”

“Actually Gardevoir’s a Psychic/Fairy type,” Cassie replied.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, Wraith?” Aakashi asked as she grabbed another handful of berries.

Wraith nodded and inquired, “Cassie, do you know of any working Pokémon Centers nearby?  There was a Gardevoir who helped us escape from Lumiose City despite having serious injuries and we’d like to return the favor.”

“Pokémon Centers have been all gone for a while, now,” Cassie replied.  “However, Professor Sycamore has set up camp deep in the Lost Hotel, which isn’t too far from here.  Perhaps he could help?”

“Which way?” Wraith immediately asked.

“Wait!” Cassie exclaimed and she hugged him.  “The Lost Hotel is dangerous.  A lot of bad people gather there.”

“Do you have a way to get past them?” Wraith asked as he grabbed another berry.

After thinking for a bit, Cassie suggested, “That black panel thingy your girlfriend has.  If you let me borrow it, I’ll loan you Florges in return.  She’s really tough, she can endure some powerful hits, and most trainers just run away when they see her coming since she’s a Fairy type.”

“You mean my tablet?  I don’t know,” Aakashi hesitantly answered.  “I have a lot of commitments to others stored inside it that I’d rather not lose.  Do you even know how it works?”

“Then could you stay and show me what it does while your boyfriend talks to the professor?”

Aakashi munched on some more berries and thought for a second, but it was obvious that she and Wraith were still unsure about the deal.

“Please?” Cassie begged as she gave Aakashi a hug.  “I’ve been dying to have another person to talk to.  Everyone hates and avoids me because I won’t abandon my Pokémon.

A tear streamed down Aakashi’s cheek and she eagerly hugged Cassie back.  “You poor thing,” she softly cooed before looking up at Wraith as if to assure him that she would be okay.

“If Kashi’s fine with it, then I’ll go along as well,” Wraith sighed after eating another berry.

“YAY!” Cassie cheered as she handed Wraith a Luxury Ball.  “She’ll know what to do, so don’t worry about that.”

After packing up a few more berries in a small bag, Wraith said his goodbyes and dashed out.  According to Cassie, there was an entrance to the Lost Hotel in a ruined building nearby.  Sure enough, he could see the remains of some walls a short distance away from the first left.  Happy that there wasn’t a soul in sight, Wraith dashed for the decrepit building only to be pelted by stones from a nearby ridge.

“Get out of here, you freak!” a young boy cried out as he tossed some more stones.  “You’re becoming just like she is, aren’t you?  You’re not even wearing comfy shorts!”

“Why does everybody here keep calling me a freak?” Wraith shouted back while protecting his face with his arms.  “Do you have something against guys liking long-haired styles?”

“That’s something only girls do, Dummy!” another youngster shouted out before tossing a mud ball at Wraith.

“Well I’m a guy and I just happen to like my hair that way,” Wraith called out.  “Besides, why should you even care?”

“What’s going on over there?” an older, male voice asked.

“I’m looking for Professor Sycamore,” Wraith replied.  “There’s a Gardevoir who helped us out that needs medical attention.”

A man with dark, curly hair, noticeable stubble, and a tattered lab coat came into view.  “Those clothes, you’re not from around here, are you?  Where are you from?” he curiously wondered.

“Would you believe my girlfriend and I arrived here via an old game link cable?”

“Link Cable?” the man exclaimed before musing, “I had heard that they were developing the technology for that in Hoenn to deal with that meteor, but the project was scrapped.  Did someone…?”  A smile then crossed his face and he said, “It seems we’re well met.  I’m Professor Sycamore.  However, this isn’t a good place to talk.  Let’s head back to my base.  It seems we have much to discuss.”

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Meanwhile, back at Cassie’s Super Secret Base:

“WOW!  This is so cool!” Cassie exclaimed.  “So you really just touch this and it creates pretty pictures?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Aakashi explained.  “However, this is where much of the magic happens, so to speak.  Would you like to see one I’m currently working on?”

“Would I?” Cassie eagerly gasped alongside several nods.  Both Sylveon and Aakashi chuckled in reply before the artist ate a couple more berries and pulled up a comic page that was part of a commission she was planning to color.

“EEE!” Cassie excitedly squealed.  “It’s a Goomy!”

“You mean the small blob?” Aakashi wondered.  “No, that’s not a Goomy.  In fact, it’s not even a Pokémon.  It’s a Legion Seed.”

“Legion Seed?”

“Sylveon?”

“It’s part of a fictional race my boyfriend came up with,” Aakashi explained as she swallowed a few more berries; for some reason, she just couldn’t get enough of the tiny, pink fruits.  After scrolling through and picking out some of the tamer and more kid-friendly pictures alongside other info she had on Legion and their place in the Mahou Galaxy, Aakashi started explaining everything she could to a very interested Cassie and Sylveon.

“Legion sounds really, really cool,” Cassie giggled while Sylveon nodded.  “It’s too bad that wasn’t a Goomy, though.  I haven’t seen any since that last one popped.”

“Popped?” Aakashi asked as she ate a couple more berries.

“It was back when Sylveon was still an Eevee,” Cassie narrated.  “We came across this really tiny gray Goomy in the bushes.  It didn’t seem to notice us, so I thought I had the upper hand.  However, when I had Eevee Tackle it, it just went ‘POP!’  Even though she was covered in icky goo, Eevee still evolved right then and there.”

“Hmmm, could it be…?” Aakashi mused as she looked at Sylveon, who offered her more berries.  She happily ate them without hesitation.

===========================

In the interior of the Lost Hotel, wild Pokémon were numerous, but at the same time, none of them were pink.  In fact, the majority appeared to be Steel types and seemed used to sharing the place with humans.  Eventually, Wraith was led to another Super Secret Base in the deepest part of the hotel.  Once inside, the professor directed him to a nearby tent.

“You’ve arrived in what is likely and ironically the darkest era in Kalos’s history,” Professor Sycamore solemnly explained to Wraith.  “Several months back, a plague appeared.  Pokémon that were affected gained characteristics similar to a Sylveon’s and became openly hostile towards both humans and unaffected Pokémon regardless of any previous bonds.  As a result, our society’s dependence on coexisting with Pokémon became our downfall.”

“Then why was Lumiose City so full of wild Pokémon?” Wraith wondered.

“That was the result of one of our leaders’ mistakes,” Professor Sycamore sadly replied.  “Both Poison and Steel types are strong against Fairy types and such Pokémon seem to have a natural resistance to the Infection.  They relocated several such wild Pokémon within every city to create safe havens, but with all the resulting toxins and such, quality of life has taken a nosedive.  Everyone’s dirty, sanity is at a premium, everything’s decaying at an accelerated rate, and that’s not the worst of it.”

“Would that be the radical cults worshipping Pokémon with powers over life and death?” Wraith guessed.

“They’re pretty bad.” the professor admitted, “The presence of those two factions will likely cause damage for generations to come, but I’ve recently discovered something far worse than the followers of Xerneas and Yveltal.  All that has been done to curb the plague, it’s going to be for naught.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’ll be easier to show you than to tell you,” Professor Sycamore sighed before removing a curtain from a nearby confinement chamber.

“Sylveezing!  Slyveezing.”  Floating inside the strange, makeshift cell was a pink Weezing with a heart insignia where its usual skull and crossbones-like marking would be.  A serene smile spread across both of its faces while the white ribbons rooted in some of its protrusions flittered about in the air.

“That’s…kind of disturbing,” Wraith hesitantly stated.

“In more ways than one,” Professor Sycamore nodded.  “While the progression of the plague is slowed in Steel and Poison types, especially if there’s a large concentration of them in a given space, they’re not immune.  Given time, the Infection will pierce through every corner of society.”

“It affects people, too,” one of the youngsters intervened.  “That freak should’ve gotten rid of that Sylveon when she had the chance.”

“You mean Cassie?” Wraith asked, “She’s a little hyper, but she’s a nice girl.  Her Sylveon is well-behaved, too.”

“She’s a freak!” the boy shouted.  “She’ll doom us all and you look like you’re becoming a freak just like her!  You’ll probably be inviting us over for tea parties within a day or two.”

“You’ll have to excuse him,” the professor sighed.  “It may seem cruel, but he has his reasons.  The Infection started shortly after your friend’s Eevee evolved.  Aside from rumors, I lost contact with Cassie shortly after he was exiled with his Sylveon.”

“His?” Wraith wondered with a genuinely perplexed look.

“I’ve had to observe from a distance because of all the Infected Pokémon that bore an unusual attraction to Cassie, but even I can’t help but see a reason to be suspicious,” Professor Sycamore explained as he grabbed a stray Pokédex.  “This is what he originally looked like.”

Wraith’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped upon seeing that Cassie was once a young boy named Chris.  “Wait,” he fearfully mused, “if Cassie really is involved with the Infected, then… Oh no!  Kashi!”  Wasting no time, Wraith sprinted out of the tent as fast as he could, but he didn’t get very far before-

“VOIR!” Gardevoir gasped as Wraith slammed into her.

“Oh!  Sorry about that,” Wraith said as he helped the Gardevoir up.  He recognized the Pokémon’s bandages immediately and added, “I’m glad to see you’re all right.  I was hoping to get some help for you.”

“Gardevoir…” the Pokémon nodded with a serene smile across her face.  Her movements seemed highly erratic, but then without warning, she grabbed the Luxury Ball Cassie had lent to Wraith.

“Wraith!” Professor Sycamore shouted while holding up a scanner.  “Get away!  She’s Infected!”

Wraith jumped back just in time to avoid getting snagged by Gardevoir’s bandages, which revealed themselves to actually be Sylveon ribbons.  “Gardevoir, Gardevoir,” the Pokémon sighed with a carefree tone before the green parts of her body turned pink and her eyes turned light blue.  “Sylvevoir.  Slyve-Sylvevoir,” Sylvevoir, giggled before tossing the Luxury Ball and releasing what was inside.

“Florgeseon,” the plant-like humanoid Pokémon called out.

“No, so she is involved,” Professor Sycamore gasped in horror.  Florgeseon waved at the professor and twirled around to show herself off.  The bouquet of pink flowers around her head almost seemed to sparkle along with her four Sylveon ribbons and her pastel blue lower body.

“Professor!” a local Skater called out as she crashed into Sylvevoir.  “Over half of the local Pokémon suddenly became Infected, even the Steel types!”

“This isn’t good,” Professor Sycamore grumbled.  “Wraith, get out of here!  Find your girlfriend!”

“Professor?” Wraith gasped.

“I don’t like our chances, but the Infected seem to function on a hive mind.  They’re definitely after us, but you may be able to sneak through.”

“But what about you?”

“I’ll do what I can,” the professor promised as he unleashed his Garchomp.  “Now go.  If I survive, I’ll find you…somehow.”

Wraith wanted to help, but he knew that he had no Pokémon to his name.  Besides, Aakashi was in danger.  Just as Professor Sycamore had predicted, most of the focus was on members of the professor’s group and away from him.  However, that didn’t prevent a pair of Infected Magneton from floating towards him as they uttered, “Sylveton.  Sylveton.”  When the Infecteds’ ribbons entwined around Wraith, he could almost hear something, many thoughts swimming together in perfect harmony that only wished to remind the world of its true beauty.  Catching himself just in time, Wraith grabbed a nearby Litwick and tried to set the ribbons aflame.

“Litwiiick!”

One Sylveton flinched and floated away while the other unleashed a Thunder Wave on the Litwick.  Just as Wraith used the Candle Pokémon to deter the second Electric/Steel/Fairy type, Litwick’s flame began to turn pink as it buckled over in pain and developed ribbons of its own.  The Infected Ghost type quickly used the last of its will to hit the other Sylveton with Confuse Ray, but then Litwickeon and Sylveton quickly cast aside their differences.  By then, Wraith had already escaped, though he did encounter a few Klefkeons, Trubbisheons, and even some Sylvetrodes that were eager to bowl him over with their spherical bodies as he searched for the exit.

Unfortunately, Wraith saw no reprieve in sight on the outside; a herd of Foonguseons littered the path as far as he could see.  Wraith held his breath just in time to avoid several Spore attacks and sprinted through as hard as he could.  Fortunately, after the first couple Spores, the Infected merely stood by and watched as he went past, which served to further unsettle Wraith.

Finally, Wraith reached Cassie’s base, but the entrance was wide open; he wasted no time in going inside and was relieved to find Aakashi sitting on a nearby couch and eating more berries.  Still in a bit of a panic, Wraith frantically shouted, “Kashi!  We need to get out of here!  It’s like a zombie apocalypse outside, only with pink and pretty ribbons and…” catching himself mid-muse, Wraith resumed, “Anyway, it’s the Pinkpocalypse!  Cassie’s the mastermind.  We need to go, NOW!”

One instant, Wraith was curiously looking and Aakashi and wondering why she seemed so calm and the next, he was flat on his back with Aakashi holding him down in a passionate and unbreakable lip-lock.  When she finally pulled back, Wraith noticed Aakashi’s eyes had turned pink and she had Sylveon ribbons in both her hair and around her neck, the ends of which were pinning his limbs down.

“K-Kashi?” Wraith gasped.  “Are you still in there?”

“Those berries were so wonderful,” Aakashi cooed as her hair turned pale blue and a pair of matching Sylveon-like ears sprouted from her head.  “Here, try some more for yourself.” After grabbing the nearby bowl, the transforming Aakashi’s blue Sylveon tail happily wagged back and forth as she force-fed Wraith a handful of the pink berries via her tongue.  For some reason, they tasted even better to Wraith than he remembered.  Aakashi then kissed the stunned Wraith once again while her face morphed into a Sylveon’s muzzle.

After the third kiss, Wraith started to feel intrusive thoughts entering his mind.  Aakashi’s ribbons had unraveled from him, but moving his body had oddly become quite the ordeal.  Suddenly noticing the lacy ribbons in his hair and around his neck, Wraith tried to scream for help, but then-

Shhh!  Everything’s okay,” Aakashi gently assured via telepathy.  “Your new feelers will guide your actions from now on and reveal the true beauty that this world could embody.”
 
By now, Aakashi had fully transformed into an anthropomorphic shiny Sylveon with an enhanced hourglass figure that dangerously stretched her clothes.  She tickled Wraith once again with her ribbon-like feelers before helping herself to another kiss.”

Wraith could see herself kissing Wraith.  Aakashi could see herself kissing Aakashi.  They could feel each other’s minds.  Never before had the couple been so close.  The overwhelming will of the ribbons was proving too strong for Wraith.  By the time he had his next moment of lucidity, she realized that she had been aggressively making out with her girlfriend, Sylvekashi, while she had undergone changes of her own.  Wraitheon had also become a busty female anthro Sylveon and could almost pass for Sylvekashi’s twin sister, though her pink hair, pastel blue eyes, and the fur around her paws and feet indicated that she wasn’t of the shiny variety.

“Oh my,” Cassie eagerly cooed both verbally and mentally as she entered the base with Sylveon and Sylvevoir, “my new friends are sooo cute!”  The couple quickly bowed before them, though Wraith was still showing signs of slight resistance.  However, a chin tickle from Cassie was enough to quash any further hesitation.

“M-my queen, what do you wish of us?” Wraitheon and Sylvekashi inquired as they knelt.

I am ready to serve you as well, Mother,” the changed couple heard Sylvevoir say in both their heads and her native Pokémon tongue.  “I agree to your terms and present you with my former mistress’s Key Stone along with my Mega Stone, both of which will allow you to realize our dreams.  She then adorned Cassie with the Key Stone, causing her to excitedly sprout a pair of pink Sylveon ears with a matching tail.

As the transformed trainer hugged Sylvevoir, she gleefully said, “Thankies!  Now we can all be friends forever.  Isn’t that right, Mother?”

Sylveon gave a slight nod as Sylvevoir fit the Mega Stone around her neck.  Casseon then focused on the pinkified Key Stone, which resonated with Sylveon’s altered Mega Stone.  The Pokémon was encased in an orb of light, which burst forth at the seams, revealing an anthropomorphic Sylveon wearing an elegant, tight dress composed of her myriads of new ribbon-like feelers.  Even with so many slender wrappings merely being used to cover her busty body and convey a powerful, royal presence, she still had many left over that she used to pet Casseon, Sylvevoir, Wraitheon, and Sylvekashi.  As a tiara materialized on her head, the Mega Sylveon whispered both vocally and telepathically in a gentle, but powerful voice, “You have all served me well.”

By now, even Wraitheon had been completely overwhelmed by the new hive mind and nuzzled both her new queen and Sylvekashi.  She could no longer tell which thoughts were hers, hers, or her mother’s but that no longer mattered.

Many revelations immediately came to light from the will of the ribbons, including one that the queen had wondered about for some time regarding the nanites that changed and sustained herself alongside all of her daughters.  The words, “BioGalactica Corp. Galactic Seed OS Version 0.74” finally made sense thanks to the two newest members of her family.  Though it was little more than a minor triviality, Queen Sylveon felt that Sylvekashi and Wraitheon deserved a reward and gained the right to be even closer to her.  Much of the queen’s knowledge flooded into the converted couple’s heads.  They saw how it was Eevee’s evolution combined with the energies from being returned to the Luxury Ball were what initially triggered the nanites after they had been rendered inert as part of a prototype failsafe.  They saw how their queen had provided the gift of becoming her daughters to Casseon and themselves via using her tiny teeth to inject nanites into the berries.  Finally, they saw through the eyes of Xerneas, now reborn as Sylveous.  The Life Pokémon would gladly share its gift with its new queen, as well as all of her daughters, starting with the revival of Sylvevoir’s trainer.

“Sit,” Queen Sylveon gently, but firmly commanded.  Wraitheon and Sylvekashi knelt before their queen without hesitation.  The commanding Pokémon then nodded to her trainer, who tossed a pair of Luxury balls at the converted couple.  After they were both captured, Queen Sylveon freed them from their spherical confines and assured them with a series of gentle strokes to their chins and ears, “Now you two are truly bonded to me.”

“We love you, Mother,” Wraitheon and Sylvekashi cooed as they embraced her.

“What affectionate subjects you are,” Queen Sylveon giggled as she tossed Luxury Balls at Casseon and Sylvevoir, retrieved them with her feelers, and caressed the spheres tightly against her person.  Taking another glance at Wraitheon and Sylvekashi, the queen mused, “Still, to have you two in such tattered rags simply won’t do.”  The couple looked down in shame, saddened that their new forms had reduced their clothes to shreds.

“No need to look so glum, my children” the queen gently said as she lifted their chins up.  New ribbons began to wrap around the loyal duo and when they receded, Wraitheon and Sylvekashi were wearing alluring Lopunny girl costumes complete with special ears that slipped over their own, cuff-like collars with extra bows, elbow-length gloves, fishnet stockings, high heels, and everything matched to the respective color schemes of each girl’s fur.

“You’re so generous, my queen,” Wraitheon swooned.

“What can we do in return for you?” Sylvekashi inquired.

Queen Sylveon embraced the both of them and smiled victoriously as Wraitheon and Sylvekashi passionately kissed each other.  “We must rid this world of all filth and replace it with the pristine beauty of the fairies,” she declared.  “While we do so, let’s learn what we can about this Link Cable and see if we can use it to purify other worlds.”
:iconsmile-luplz: There were multiple sources of inspiration for this story.  The first was a picture on DA of a Braxien with a sylveon motif, though I'm having trouble finding the originyal picture.  The second source was when I commented on one-nyof :iconakuoreo:'s pictures about how I was surprised that nyo one had commissioned her to to a Goodra slime TF.  She replied along the lines that Goodras weren't that interesting, which got me thinking about how a Legion Seed could look like a Goomy to the untrained eye. :giggle:

 :iconteeheeneplz:  As for whether or nyat this Galactic Seed prototype is canyan for the Mahou Galaxy, I'm leaving that up to :iconmsfhwraith:'s judgement.  If the prototypes were to encounter Legion, then they would autonyatically update to the current OS version, becoming Legion, themselves. :heart: :iconazu-nyanplz:



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Sedra-the-Lime's avatar

Bwah-!?


How come nobody told me about this sooner!?

Bizzaro-Legion Seeds are totally my thing!

Love it!