The door creaks like cricket chirps. It’s sound blends in with the bug life beyond the garage walls. Warm light bathes the tiny, curious paws of a Flygon as it enters the makeshift workshop. Tiny footsteps blend with the tweaks and clicks of a wrench and screwdriver hard at work. He looks skyward to his enormous trainer; a blueberry-colored dragon whose short, black hair and dark purple horns gleam in the workshop lights. Towering over ten feet tall, he twitches arm and shoulder muscles that could beat a reuniclus at shattering boulders. The stool he sits on taps the concrete floor as he adjusts himself. A large purple paw works a screwdriver far too small for the dragon as his deep voice carries through the room.

“Hey Flygon.” He says. “You have the best timing, little guy. Trainer Hydra here has something special for you.”

Hydra twists to face Flygon. A big red ball gleams in gaps of his fingers. He opens his hand to Flygon, revealing a custom made apricorn pokeball. It’s large enough to be a basketball to smaller trainers, where the wooden bottom half shimmers with a bright green color like Flygon’s body. It fits snug in Hydra’s paw as he grins. The sparkle in Flygon’s face matches his growing, beaming smile, first to the pokeball and then up to his trainer. 

“You’ve been one of the best pokemon I’ve ever had.” Hydra says. “So I wanted to, you know, celebrate it a little. Not you got yourself a custom pokeball home. You wanna test it out?”

Flygon shakes its head like he’s hit turbulence in a flight. Hydra bellows a chuckle in reply.

“Ok, ok. Hold still. I’ll use it on you.”

Hydra presses the pokeball’s center button. A bright red laser zaps out from the pokeball. It envelops Flygon, who turns into a brighter red silhouette of light. It then races back into the pokeball, where it rocks in Hydra’s hand a few times before a gentle “click” rings through the workshop.

“Awesome.” Hydra says, giving a gentle toss of the pokeball in his paw. “Let’s test the other half of this.”

“I CHOOSE YOU, FLYGON!”

Hydra chucks the pokeball towards the center of the workshop. The pokeball whams into the far wall of the shop. Small sparks shake loose from it as it plops onto the floor. It shakes and rattles in its spot. The sparks grow in numbers. A green laser light glows from its center, brighter and faster. The green lights blanket the shop as Hydra backs up towards his seat.

“That can’t be good.”

The pokeball fires a green laser beam at Hydra. It bounces off his chest and reflects to the middle of the workshop, while its radiance envelops Hydra’s body. The Flygon pops out of the pokeball’s laser light in the middle of the workshop with a smile more brief than fall leaves. He looks at his trainer and drops his jaw. Hydra is just a bright white silhouette enveloped by a lime green laser show.

The workshop shivers like it’s caught in a storm. Tools shake along the walls as Flygon watches the white silhouette of his trainer transform. He makes out Hydra’s pair of horns elongate, reaching for the ceiling like a huge post-workout stretch. His tail loses its black fluffy trail from its base to the tip. At the tail tip, three rhombuses sprout like leafs from a plant outwards.

The light intensifies. Flygon squints against the blinding light to make out the shape of his trainer changing even more. A pair of rhombuses swell from Hydra’s back. From tiny leaflets in size they swell to newspaper size, then blanket size, then larger still. A circular ball of glowing laser swells along Hydra’s face, then another grows right beside it.

The brightness swells, but now from more and more light piling into the room instead of just intensity. Hydra’s form swells beyond its starting ten foot size. The arms look fuller with more muscle mass. The chest heaves further. Legs widen as his paws look eager to conquer as much concrete floor as they can. From a widening set of shoulders to a tail thickening in the white silhouette, Flygon watches with ever wider eyes at his trainer’s transformation.

With a gentle whoosh, the laser show ends. The pokeball sits defeated on the floor. Sparks still rupture from its seal as it twitches like it’s caught a pokemon. The tools stop shivering. The world is in total silence, save for the growing gasp of the Flygon having to look a lot higher to see his trainer.

Hydra feels his new, expansive horns scrape against the ceiling. A dusty mirror at the far end of the workshop shows him what Flygon gets to see up close; A Hydra-Flygon hybrid of incredible strength and a vibrant pallet of colors just like his Flygon. Even with how large the old mirror is, Hydra can only see halfway down from his eyes. They’re now covered by a pair of red orbs like Flygon’s eyes are. His new rhombus wings flap fast enough to make a blur for a second. His bright flygon pallet soaks in warm light from his workshop, as his size forms shadows and shade from his super-sized bulk. 

He tests his arm. Biceps, triceps, and a forearm that could support a highway bridge flexes at his command. It all feels squishy to the new hybrid dragon, as the biceps explode in size without a single vein. It instead snugs around the forearm like an oversized water balloon pressed against it.

“I guess,” Hydra says, pausing for a second to take in his much deeper voice. “The pokeball needs work.”

He feels something shove against his fuller chest. Hydra looks to his Flygon, trying to hug as much of his pecs as the small pokemon can reach. Arms spill with pecs overflowing them as Flygon’s wings work overtime to keep him aloft. He buries his face in Hydra’s chest, hugging so hard there’s a visible squish to Hydra’s whole upper body from the loving hug.

“Aww Flygon.”

Hydra beams down to Flygon. Two lime green mountains for arms almost close around the Flygon when a familiar door creek like cricket chirps sounds out. The duo gaze to the workshop door. The rest of Hydra’s pokemon team mush into the doorframe, all to gaze at their new hybrid trainer with the purest joy. Reuniclus, Salazzle, Scrafty, Incineroar, and Rotom each cry out their pokemon calls as they flood through the door. 

A rumble of loving pokemon sounds ensue as they pile around the towering trainer. Incinceroar and Salazzle each embrace a side of Hydra. Each one hugs as hard as they can, with one arm covering over Flygon. They squish even harder into Hydra for the strongest group hug. Rotom beams a smile as it orbits Hydra’s head. A soft plop sound completes the pile up as Reuniclus spreads out on Hydra’s head like a gelatin beanie hat, hugging his trainer’s head with the biggest smile.

“Guys, haha guys!” Hydra says, as his gaze darts to get the best view of each pokemon. “I love you all too.”