This New World Feels More Like Home

A gentle breeze. The feeling of grass beneath his body. The small filters of sunlight passing through the leaves of the trees. This was a perfect morning for Fletcher, one that he always loved.

Almost.

One thing was missing. One blue-and-peach-furred thing.

Fletcher's eyes flew open and his body sprung into a sitting position. Looking left and right, he noticed that he was indeed in a forest, though it wasn't one that he recognised.

The trees were dark and most looked dead. A deep, grey mist obscured vision after a short distance, but not enough to hide the large, sorrowful-looking bog towards what felt like the West and the edge of a field of small blue flowers in the opposite direction. A sign stood at the edge of the flower field, reading "Beware the petals of blue, foolish folk. Or suffer the afflictions of the Poison Joke!"

Fletcher stood, noticing that the trees seemed a little taller here than in other places, and decided to head in any direction that wouldn't take him to those two places. They felt... wrong, somehow. So he headed North, or what he though was North, hoping to find some kind of trail that would lead him out of this place.

"I sure hope Cynder's okay." he said to no one in particular, staring skywards. He saw what seemed to be a winged Ponyta flying up above, though it seemed to be a little more... grey... and had blonde hair for a mane instead of fire. "Oh, duh! I can get Anders to look for me!"

But as Fletcher looked down and reached for the pokeballs on his belt, he froze. Half in confusion, half in fear.

In the spot where there would normally be a simple black belt with six pokeballs hooked and hanging, there was no clothing at all. Just purple fur. And the hand that had reached for the pokeballs was now much stubbier, to the point where he seemed to have no fingers, but he could still feel himself wriggling them and seeing the same purple fur shift slightly.

Looking down at himself, Fletcher noticed that he had a pale yellow patch of fur where his gut was situated, surrounded by more of the purple coloured variant. His legs were now considerably shorter and ended in large, squashed-oval feet with two toes. To the left and right of his lower body were small tufts of the fur, and behind them were the beginnings of two long, thin tails, both ending in identically large, bulbous, three-fingered hands.

Now, the common thing for somebody to do when the found out they were now in the body of a Pokemon would be to scream, panic, pass out, wake up and repeat an unknown amount of times. Fletcher, on the other hand, shrugged and kept walking.

"Always thought I'd be a fighting or electric type, personally." was his only comment on the matter as he walked up to one of the dead looking trees. It seemed to snarl at him, trying to scare him away, but he just chuckled and started climbing. The tree's 'face' when his body had passed seemed confused.

Using the stubby arms to climb proved to be far too difficult, so Fletcher focused on bringing the large tail-hands up over his head and grabbing two sturdy-looking branches near the top of the tree, then heaved himself up the rest of the way.

"Note to self;" he said, looking around. "Ambipom tails are incredibly long and powerful."

Fletcher smirked. Travelling was going to be VERY fun now.