Search results

“Wait, we’re, um, killing kids now?” Cuicatl wasn’t sure how she thought about her own gods asking for this. A mortal stranger, even a draconic one? No way was she doing it.

Hmm. How did the telepathic voices get into her deino head? Neither Cuicatl nor her mother had ever had any luck speaking with Alice telepathically. Cuicatl had to learn Alice’s own language for that and her mother had sort of just figured out what the hydreigon wanted. Dragons are many things...

Everyone had dissipated. Almost everyone, anyway. Cuicatl could vaguely recall a bird and a small dragon talking to each other. And a lot of Pokémon talking over each other. It was a little hard to pay attention and bathe in the majesty of being a motherfucking dragon. What finally roused her...

“That’s one way to talk about Pixie. She’s not here now, which sucks. But I think I heard another vulpix? Not here yet. But that’s fun! She can screm at the magikarp. Vulpix are very good at screms.”

She turned towards the new voice. It was almost familiar. But where—a flood of memories hit her all at once. “Hi! Are you the lucario I had babysit Pixie a while back! And I’m a dragon now! That’s much better than being human!”

Her allies were throwing other allies at The Voice now? And The Voice seemed more annoyed than anything. Strange. Wait? Acting like a dog? It changes instincts? Not only did she have the body of a dragon, but the mind of one too. “OH HELL YES!”

“I’m Cuicatl! A deino!” She said the latter with waaaaaaaay too much excitement, but didn’t care at all.

“I know what deino are.” She was... a deino? ... This was perfect. She was a deino! A dragon! A real little sister to Alice! After everything that has happened in the last year... well, no, still not worth it. But she felt happier now than she’d ever remembered. Deino...

“I have the same problem. Similar problem. I do not know what species I am. You sound mechanical? Like a steel type? And you smell like death.” She thought that was death. For some reason. Something in her new instincts was sure it was. Although that was an insult. Like Zane. “I’m sorry. I...

“KWEE-COT-ULLLLLLL.” She sighed. It was a strange sound coming from her new mouth and throat. “But Kiwi is fine, if you must.”

What. Kekoa didn’t follow her here, right? “Cuicatl Ichtaca,” she corrected. “And did we know each other before, Zane?”

“Smoke breath?” That wasn’t right. Her soul shaper was a water goddess, not a fire one. Was he referring to the dragon who made this body? “Oh, I was blind before. The, um, ‘fat dragon wannabe’ didn’t do that.”

Oh. It made her very relieved, not being fat this time. Although not knowing what sort of reptile she had become was annoying. “Thank you. I’m Cuicatl, by the way. I was the human with green hair before.”

“First... lots of things. Can you see? Do you know what type of Pokémon I am?”

“Happy with yourself, you fat dragon wannabe?” Cuicatl blinked. Fat? An entirely new body and it was still... “That’s not very nice,” she growled.

Cuicatl woke up sprawled on the ground. That wasn’t particularly unusual. What was unusual is that her body outright refused to stand on her hind legs. Trying left her sprawled in the ground again, dirt coating her scales for her trouble. ...scales. “What am I?” No sooner had she spoke than she...