Pokémon - Histories Way - TG/Twinning Short Story (Patreon)

Before you read —

I sorta ended up making that video game story more of a normal story. Though eh, I had fun writing it at least. I hope others may enjoy it as well. This will go up on DA at the end of the month.

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The world of Pokémon is a scary place. Death is around every corner if one is not careful. A rouge beam of energy, a lightning bolt from the blue, torrential water suddenly blasting someone into a rock. The world of Pokémon is scary, though some can overcome it. People working together. People working together with Pokémon. Even when the world is dangerous and harsh, there are ways to overcome it. What though happens to those that are not part of the world?

Some deity, something, really does exist. That was what I learned that day when jolted from an odd dream I woke on the sands of a beach with Pokémon checking to see if I was still alive. My names is Lucas, and I figured I was just a normal guy before all of this happened. Now I’ve been in this small village for a few months. Jubilife Village is a nice enough place. People try their best to live with Pokémon, but many of them stick to the tamer Pokémon. On a nice day, nothing bad happens. I help with research for completing the Pokédex, just like the weird voice in my head and deity phone said. I have a good amount of partner Pokémon to select from too. I was not sure why so many people thought it so hard at first. I came to realize only much later why people feared Pokémon.

To me, Pokémon is a game, but this world I am in is real. One day during an outbreak of Shinx, I thought it a good chance to catch more. They are rather tame and friendly when you get to know them. They’re animals, when it comes down to it, they’re animals. Just like how if you let a pig run free it becomes a feral boar. Pokémon are unpredictable unless they're inherently not hostile. All of them can have different natures though, they can make little packs, the psychic ones can make tribes. What I saw during that outbreak day was horror. For the Pokémon world I know, sure they mentioned some interesting things at times. The games never showed it though. The guards at the base camp in the fields were mangled. Their bodies were covered in blood, the smell of burnt hair from electric attacks permeated the air. It was revolting, I vomited right away. Though the Professor, Akari just shrugged it off. They patted me on the shoulder and said it was just the risk they signed up for. The worse part was one of the guards did have a Pokémon, in general, they all have spears. Part of me for some reason thought… they would never be used. Dead Shinx with a spear impaling it, a Bidoof that looked like it was eaten by a large pack. How many times would I have to see such a scene?

Presently, I get all sorts of comments. People stare at me still calling me an outsider. Or they just hate my “godly luck”. Like I am some sort of chosen one just because I can throw a ball at Pokémon. Yet as I fought against the so-called Nobles to make them peaceful again. No one helped me. The burns on my skin from Arcanine still are healing. If not for my Pokémon it would have been worse. I have scars along my arm just from Kleavor grazing me when I dodged wrong. I thought Avalugg would just crush me, but somehow, I made it out alive. The others could have helped me throw balms, though this is all a thankless task. Only Akari and a few of the clan members seem to really care about if I live or die. The potato mochi guy in town looks at me like he wants to kill me even after months. Honestly, I have been tempted, to just run away with Volo to search for ruins when he asks me. Maybe this damn phone is what keeps me going.

I think the funniest part of this all, is these people didn’t change. A lot of them put up faces, but I’ve done it. I closed the space-time rift and brushed aside their false deities. Are they gods if they obey my commands? Then again, maybe it’s what this real god wants? This phone, the dreams, something doesn’t let me run away or turn from it. Even through everything I been through. The people I watched die, the Pokémon I had to put down with my own hands. Was I brought to suffer? Was I brought to be given the power that could control the world, and made to suffer to see if I’d use it?

“Screw you Arecus.” I slide against my front door and sulk into my knees. Crying, again, I was getting pretty good at it. I knew I probably wouldn’t be allowed to return home.

Knock, knock, knock

A soft almost tender knock to my door. “Excuse me. But, might you have said, Arceus?”

I try not to smirk, though even with tears in my eyes I can feel my lip’s part up a bit. Taking a slow shaky breath, I lift my head and speak against the door. “Yeah Volo. Have nothing better to do than stalk my door?”

A bit of a long pause occurs, Volo always seemed to need time to process talking to people or something. “May I come in, or you come out?”

I sigh, stretch my arms, and open the door to the overly tall smiling blonde in front of me. “Yeah, hello. Outside it is, cause I’m guessing you’re going to bring me somewhere.”

Smirking at me widely he does his usual and lifts his index finger and starts wagging it at me as he speaks. “Yes! Leave it to you hero of the region. You mentioned Arecus. So, I had a question if we may both go out and find him together. It sounds like a good idea, no?”

Some part of me felt like I should go give Arecus a piece of my mind. To my knowledge, I filled the Pokédex fully, but nothing even happened. Unless the jerk meant I had to leave to another region. “Ya know what Volo, sure. You got any ideas on how to find the jerk?”

Volo looked at me differently when I said those words. Though it was weird, I couldn’t tell if he wanted to frown or smile. “How about we walk and talk for the moment. I don’t mean to act strangely in front of the rest of the village.” I nod my head and start walking with him. We leave the village gate and start making our way to Mt. Coronet. “Now apparently there are eighteen plates in total. Part of the great Arecus, or some way connected to it. Bringing them together is said to let one bring forth the so-called, God, deity, Pokémon. You already have seventeen plates too, don’t you?”

I fiddle with my belt loop of Pokéballs listening carefully as we walk. Something was strange about Volo today like he was anxious in some way. “Yeah. You helped me find a lot of them, and I guess over the last few months I stumbled into the others one way or another. I have seventeen, and I guess if I remember right. The eighteenth is the Spooky plate. A little silly to be named that but whatcha gonna do.”

He chuckles under his breath and checks his Pokéballs as well before adjusting his cap. “Correct. It figures someone like you would even have the name for it. Your world from what you cared to share always did sound interesting. I suppose you know how to get the plate as well too?”

Frowning a little I brush my hand against my face trying to not sigh. “Well… there is another god-like Pokémon I guess I never recorded. If Arceus is the god of all things, this other one would be like the god of nothingness. Or Distortion is a better way to say it. A Pokémon called Giratina, I guess even with the knowledge I have I don’t know a lot about it. Just it lives in its own space outside of time and space. An entity not directly controllable by Arceus. Though I think it’s weaker than Arecus. Hah… probably stronger than the Pokémon that can travel between dimensions though.”

A silence falls for a while, both of us shift to survival mode. We reached Mt. Coronet and now needed to hike up the mountain. Sadly, real life was not like a video game. Even with the Noble Pokémon’s help to carry me along, it took a bit of time to reach the next camp on the mountain. “Lucas.” Volo sat down on a chair by the campfire. We were nearing the peak, guards set up the camp but did not often make the climb. It was just us keeping warm by the snowy peak. “I… well I have a pendant.” Volo reaches into his shirt and lifts out a necklace. The pendant on it was rather large I thought almost fist-sized. It seemed silvery but a darker color like it was faded or grayed out. “It’s been handed down through my bloodline forever. The males wear it as a necklace while the females usually clip it to their clothes like a brooch I suppose. I never understood why for a long time. What does this Pendant mean, that we would all pass it down for so long? If it had a meaning, would it be lost?” He pauses again for a long time just watching the fire as it crackles before us. “Have you ever asked yourself? What if your world was the fake one, and ours the real one? You could be in the past or future in our world. Never knowing the present. Your world could have been some cage and you were allowed to come here. Or… this world could be the cage, and you were simply sent to prison for some unknown reason.” Volo was being a bit more serious than I liked. He would talk about ruins and junk for hours usually with a smile. Though talking, meta-knowledge was odd. I never told the people here I knew them from video games. It felt so odd to hear their thoughts on such a concept.

“What if? So what? Is that what I should say?” Volo chuckles to my response, his fingers brushing over the side of the pendant. “I get the chance to live… though this isn’t exactly ideal if some god is deciding everything I do. Hah… I can cry, and feel bad. But I don’t know. Life’s here for us to enjoy it. Suffering and all, if Arecus is stronger than all these other Pokémon, he could just stop the problem children. He doesn’t. He lets it play out, even as we go around trying to beat him up or capture him or whatever. If he doesn’t care what we do, that either means he doesn’t think we can do anything or if we captured him, it would change nothing. Right?”

Standing up Volo takes the necklace off and holds it toward me. “This necklace isn’t mine. It’s a double. A double that shouldn’t exist. It’s supposed to be one of a kind, passed only through my family. But I have mine, the original, or copy, right in my pocket.” He sets the necklace down into my palm. “I got that from Mistress Cognita. She apparently came from the rift as well. Years before that… conductor he called himself. Years before I was even alive. She is part of my family line. But comes from a different time, universe, world. Who knows? It only made me wonder more, what is this pendant for that it let it travel through time? Your clothing did, but nothing else you had on you, correct?”

Volo made some good points, go figure talking about existential dread could be a rather calming peaceful time. “I wonder if Cognita is really a girl named Cynthia…” Volo cocks an eyebrow at me but gives me some sort of little knowing smile. “She has… knowledge I don’t think anyone of this time should have. And no way to really explain, the pendant paints her as one of your own. And you share some features… Though what’s that matter anyway? Regardless everything keeps leading us to Arecus.”

Fidgeting in place Volo lifts a purple plate from out of his bag. “This is the Spooky plate we were speaking about. Giratina itself gave it to me. To fight Arecus. Haha, can you believe such a thing? Part of me, wanted to take the plates from you. I was the one who stirred the time rift with the help of Giratina. But maybe Arecus planned it as a way to make you show up.” I flinch in my spot, did Volo want to betray me? Though it sounded like his feelings weren’t the same now. “Some dark eldritch creature asks for help and it’s hard to not accept. My people worship Arecus. But what has he done? Not shown himself for lifetimes, not helped with a crisis. Just let us live. I’ve wanted to know so long why… I’ve wanted to fight him. I’ve wanted to take his power as my own to just end this universe and create a new peaceful one. But… would any of that even be possible?”

The words Volo spoke sounded a bit like the Team Galaxy I knew about from the games. Though his other words, motivations were a bit different. “Hah… Volo, if it is some god of all creation. I always wondered; did it lose steam? Does it want to be caught and used so someone else can try out the god thing? I really don’t understand myself… if I was back home, I’d be worrying about… nothing like this. But here I am, because some voice in my head told me to go throw balls at animals with supernatural abilities.”

Laying the plate before me he gets out his pendant, the apparent original one. “We should fight this god then. I’ll show Giratina to you, and Arecus will come to your call. I don’t think. I don’t think my family is normal. These Pendants. I think stand against Arecus’s will, maybe it is why my people cared for the thing. I think we are the people born to stand against Arecus. So, why not see what we can discover?”

Maybe the logic was there in some way. Giving Arecus a piece of my mind was fine with me at least. In video games you could capture him, tame him. He, it, whatever gender or lack of it the thing has. It never seemed all-powerful as your partner. Only when doing special events. Then again if you were all-powerful and lived forever, putting up with a trainer in a video game for a few weeks is nothing. What’s even a human’s lifespan to that of a god? Just a blink of an eye? “Fine. Let’s climb the mountain and do whatever we gotta do Volo.” I pull the necklace around my neck and gently tap my fingers against the Pendant. “Gifted by Arecus, or gifted by something else to face him…”

Volo smirks at me and shakes his finger just like usual. “It’ll be interesting to find out which won’t it?”

Climbing the rest of the mountain did not take long. We were close enough to the peak. Just passing through the tunnels and we were at the main shrine atop the mountain. It was a bit destroyed now due to dealing with other so-called legends. Walking the steps with Volo I could feel the plates in my bag vibrate, hum. Something was going on having them all together.

POP

The celestial flute shoots from my side and pops. Instantly the flute changes before my eyes. It was a bit spikier I would say. From Volo’s eyes though I could tell he had some idea of what now drops into my hands. “Volo? You know what this is?”

“The Azure Flute.” Volo takes a long breath even biting his lip for a few moments. “Well I figured it would go to you regardless… I’m glad I changed my plan. I’ll call Giratina, then, when you see it appear, play the flute. Arecus should then come. “

Volo closes his eyes for a moment and I watch a dark aura surround him. It was like a shadow, so much that the shadow Volo casts begins to extend across the ruins. Seeing it, in reality, is much different than just a game.

THUD

The creature’s feet smash against the ground. Shadowy wings, a grayish body, the yellowish gold material that surrounded its head and neck. When I thought of it, in its legless form or the one with legs before me. Giratina had features like Arecus, much more than Dialga or Palkia. Maybe it was not wrong to assume the Pokémon had some estranged relationship to the god after all. My body feels nervous at the sight but I push the flute to my lips as I see Giratina’s dark red eyes stare at me.

Whistle

The flute whistles out, and I feel the plates suddenly shoot up from my bag into the sky. Turning around quickly Volo and I both watch crystal stairs form before us heading up into the sky. A large shining platform even forms seemingly made out of pure energy. The plates float and spin a bright yellow light starting to form in their center.

“Raaawr”

Giratina wastes no time. Its body trails with shadowy energy, the legs it had vanishing as it flies up into the air toward the platform. It switched forms right away, the wings it had now becoming tendrils. It was more like a serpent now, some shadowy dragon serpent at least. “Volo! I’m guessing we should follow, come on!” Not wanting to get far behind I grab hold of Volo’s hand and race up the crystal steps with him in toe. At first, he seems a little confused, or maybe just processing his goal was in sight. Each step we climb we watch the mountain shrink from our view. We were going higher up; it was starting to get cold honestly. Though I did not want to believe we were exiting the stratosphere.  “Come on, it coulda flew us up there!” Each step I take was starting to make me sweat, Volo was clenching my hand now. As no real surprise, as our sweat starts to freeze, it suddenly drips to the crystal floor. It was getting warmer as we grew near the platform. Then, we were finally there.

“Father…”

Giratina’s voice could be heard within our heads. It was looking at the bobbing mass of light with the plates shifting around it.

CLACK

Then a leg steps out. The horse-like body I had seen from the games. It was regal, another pair of red eyes staring between the three of us there. As it stares the plates then connect to into it, the golden half halo surrounding its body connects fully around it, a rainbow of colors displaying to us from the gaps. By all means, I could say it was not as large as I expected it to be. Arecus standing before me, filled with the powers of the plates, which were just apparently pieces of itself. As it stared at us I thought we would do more, but not even Giratina dared to move, like doing so would be its end.

“Child. You’ve done as I’ve asked.”

As Arecus speaks, he does not speak to a mind, just aloud. Without even a visible mouth it speaks. It was like a mix of a few voices together, but I could understand it. Arecus does not even look at Volo or Giratina.

“What do you wish? To return to your own world?”

Suddenly I could hear all around me the sound of a clock, ticking and tocking. Looking under myself the platform had two hands doing just that. Was it trying to pressure me? I had no idea what to say.

“A fight is what you came here for. Yet you all hesitate. How will you subjugate my power standing idle?”

Volo’s fist tightens and he waves his arm to his side his eyes both showing for once. They looked fierce, but also sad. “Y—you!? You’re just going to say that! You already knew why we came up here but you’re asking them of all people if they want to do something else now?!” Dragging his hand across his face Volo toss his hat off. “My people have worshipped you for years. Was it just some joke so we never questioned you?! Do you rule all of these god Pokémon? Are you a true creator or are there others like you? You have so much to answer for yet, you ask something as simple as giving out a return trip back home?! I’ve been spending my whole life trying to contact you, the people of my bloodline too, past or future generations I’m sure too. You already know that too though, don’t you?! This small moment right now is just a game for you, isn’t it? Well, if we’re both players what does that make you? The game master?!” Breathing heavily Volo wipes some sweat from his brow dropping his backpack to the ground. “Even if we tried to make a new universe with your power, you’d rule over that as well, right? Anything we do now would be pointless in the end. Unless you die.”

Swallowing back spit I tighten my fists. “We’re here because we have no need for gods!”

“Then. Judgment it is.”

Giratina cries out suddenly, it jolts forward trying to brandish ghostly shadowy might against Arecus. Arecus however lifts his head slowly up almost paying the attack no mind. The ring around his body instead reacts, shooting from it several shadow balls into Giratina till it crashes to the ground. The clock ticking noise then stops. I go to grab a Pokéball but find, I cannot move. I and Volo both were stiff, then the air around us feels thicker, the color even turns black and white. Colorless all around us beside the space around Arecus.

“Giratina is but a shadow created on accident by my doubts. Though he holds power, what’s a shadow to the light needed to cast it? You may both rest now, your attempts to fight me, never even began.”

A ball of light shoots up into the air from Arecus’s head and splinters out into a spiderweb of energy coming down toward me and Volo. It looked like a blast that could wipe out a population if desired. But now all of it was centered on us. Frozen in time and space, waiting to simply be wiped out by Arecus. Kind enough to let our eyes witness and process the information.

Then. Nothing.

The light fades, I and Volo both can move again. Arecus lay collapsed before us, and Giratina is nowhere to be seen. “What-What?” My voice stampers out as I pat my body and blink. “Did I die and get reborn into the same spot? Is this fake? What just happened?!”

Volo shakily grabs at the Pendent on his chest and looks at the dark color it now showed. “I think… the pendant did something… m-maybe these were part of Arecus too at one point?”

Grabbing the pendant at my chest I notice it has a lighter hue to it, even is warm to the touch. “What do we do now exa—”

“Fine.”

Arecus sighs slowly on the ground, the plates all dropping down before us.

“Even I did not expect such an outcome… then. You two can share the burden. For the next world. You will be the new gods given. I’ll even give you, my power. Though I won’t let you turn back… not till someone comes for you.”

I look at the fallen god before us wide-eyed. I try and run to it, but it vanishes away. The reality around us starting to crack. The sky was falling but time was collapsing as well. “Volo what the heck is going on now?! It—is the world just being destroyed!?”

Volo runs up to me and pushes into my side grabbing my hand, his other on his pendent. “I don’t know… it sounds like. That new world is being made. Like it or not.”

Then. Nothing. Yeah, again.

When I and Volo woke up, we were back at the shrine laying on the ground. The shrine however was in perfect condition. No part of it was destroyed. Though something was off for sure. I and Volo were hand and hand still, but we both had no clothes on. All of our gear was gone. The only thing with us, was the pendants. Even the plates were gone. But looking at the pendant closer, each of them had small jewels now with every Pokétype color. “Ah… what does this even mean… I’m alive but… V-Volo wake up.”

Sitting himself up he groans softly, his cheeks a little red as he looks over my naked body. “We’re in a different time? A new world? The pendants changed… what do—” Letting go of my hand he rolls to his side groaning and holding his chest. “A-argh!”

It seemed painful, I wasn’t sure if he was hurt so I reach my hand at him, but then I feel what was equivalent to a hit to the groin. “GAH!” We were both in pain withering on the ground. The pendants around our necks then snap from the necklace and I watch Volo’s sink into his skin as he turns over. The one on me goes into my chest as well. Surprisingly though the pain to my crotch was worse than the object entering my chest.  “Wh-what is all of this?!” Between my legs, under the only Pokéballs I had left, I feel a pair of lips form. “H-huh?! Th-this can’t be real.”

Even in my panicked state, I wasn’t dumb. A vagina grew between my legs, I could feel the folds just brushing my fingers across. Though my other member was still there. On the other hand, as Volo turns over, I see a pair of rather supple breasts sway. Our bodies were changing, though I couldn’t say gender if my penis was still there. As those parts grow on us though, our pain sways and we hold what the other held before. “N-not this too!” Volo cries out in a more feminine voice now. From my grunts, I could tell mine was too. It did not take long for us to match body types. Breasts, a penis and vagina both, balls still showing. Were we supposed to be some mixed-gender? “Ah… is that the last of it?”

Volo sits up sighing slowly, but as he does, I watch his hair fall to the ground and spread out around him. It was much longer than before, but still that bright blonde. “Um… it seems like it’s making us both… ah my voice. We’re both more or less women now. E-even.” Grabbing my hair I see it too is a blonde color now, it touches against my butt as I sit on the ground acting like a bad pair of clothes.

“Your eyes…” Volo stares at me, but comments on my eyes of all things. His eyes looked the same to me though. “I… they’re like mine now. Gray. Our… is my bloodline part of Arecus?”

Blinking a few times, I rub my eyes and manage to stand myself up placing a hand on my hip. I seemed a little bit taller, my hips a bit wider, my skin was smoother. “I… I can’t possibly. No way… Arecus he didn’t.”

Standing up with me Volo examines his own body more closely his hand dragging along his arms. “No hair, slimmer build, yet maybe even a bit taller than I was before. The chest is… well rather normal all things considered.” I thought it was too big, but watching his hands squish against them given our heights maybe it was smaller than I realized. Not like I had ever been a girl before so of course any chest is too big if it was always flat in the first place. “Did Arecus make us these… feminine forms as some punishment? I suppose if we were made gods having both sexes doesn’t seem strange but all of this…” Volo stops talking and looks up at me with a curious look. “Actually, what is it? You sound like you have some idea of what happened.”

Sighing slowly, I brush my hand through my now long silky blond hair. It felt nice and clean despite just being on some ruins floor. “Well… haha. We seem to both now look like that woman I mentioned before. Cynthia, we’re naked mind you but for the art— I mean, we look so close… the hair, body type, the tall height. I don’t know if we are her exactly given between our legs. But… our faces, and body type sure do.”

Volo’s eyes shift to looking over the horizon. “A few places, already look different. This isn’t the same as before. The same mountain. Everything else could be changed. I wonder if Cognita was another Cynthia then… would there be three of us now? Tsk, my bloodline carried some of Arecus’s power somehow? And this Cynthia girl Arecus decided was the ideal human form? Is that it?”

Breathing nice and slow I take in the air around me. It was weird. Part of me felt like I no longer needed to breathe. My body was warm, but I could see the snow-covered mountain were still around me. “This Shrine has Pokémon. So we’re in a world that still has Pokémon.” Volo nods toward me. “I guess that means we have to figure out what these godly powers of ours even are… and maybe get some clothes.”