“Aww, man. It is way too bright!" Morgan let out a heavy sigh and used both hands as a visor as he looked towards the cloudless sky. “I wish things were a bit more gloomy."

Morgan was far away from his hometown of Lavender Town. There the gloomy atmosphere fit the attitude of the early-twenties trainer who had set out on his Pokémon journey just a few months ago.

He was tall and skinny. Slightly underweight for a young man of his height and age, he made up for his slight build by wearing an oversized purple hoodie that reached almost to his knees. The hood would hide his hair, which was of a similar tone. His eyes had bags under them from lack of sleep, which was the case with most ghost-type trainers. For Morgan, his sleep deprivation was more severe than most, due to the nature of his Pokémon. While most ghost Pokémon were mischievous by nature, his collection of Gastly, Haunters and Gengar were a particularly rambunctious bunch.

“Hey!" 

Morgan was snapped out of his reverie. 

“Huh…?" He looked from the sky to the scene in front of him. A large Machamp stood only a few feet away. While Morgan, being particularly tall, wasn't as intimidated by the Pokémon's height, he did find the manner in which it menacingly flexed its four grotesquely muscular arms. 

“What?!" Machamp's trainer exclaimed. “We're in the middle of a battle here! Don't go staring into the sky when Machamp and I have already accepted your challenge!"

The trainer continued to berate Morgan, even as his expression slowly grew more and more disinterested. Eventually, the stream of derision spewing from the muscle-bound idiot's mouth turned into an almost indecipherable buttering. 

“Well, he certainly is spirited. Isn't he?"

At first it appeared as though Morgan had merely thought out loud to himself but, as soon as the words had left his lips, a pair of floating eyes appeared above his left shoulder. They were large and triangle-shaped, with white sclera and small black dots for pupils settled near the bottom to give them a menacing look. Just below them, a large mouth manifested and broke into a laugh, revealing a jagged line that mimicked a set of sharp teeth.

Like most trainers these days, Morgan kept one of a few Pokémon free instead of keeping them on his waist. In fact, he had never actually “caught" any of his starting Pokémon. The ghost-types that followed him were all his friends, having bonded with them due to his morbid fascination with Lavender Town's ghost tower. Their sense of humor meshed quite well with the young trainer, and he found directing their mischief to be both enjoyable and pragmatic when it came to his goal of capturing most of Kanto's highest evolutionary forms. 

They were currently on Route 19, where Morgan had encountered a Machamp. He was about to capture the Pokémon when its trainer arrived. Naturally, most of the fully-evolved Pokémon had trainers but Morgan was deterred by this fact. He had ways around that particular inconvenience. The inconvenience of Machamp's owner mistaking Morgan's intentions as him wanting a Pokémon battle, however, was much more of a nuisance.

“I know you came down here to challenge me," he started again.

Morgan raised a hand with one finger extended upwards and tried to speak up over the words of Machamp's trainer. He was pretty much what anyone would expect from the owner of a fighting-type: tall, tan and, like his Pokémon, covered in muscles. “Excuse me," he said, “I'm not really looking to…"

Machamp's trainer cut him off. “I've been here all day on Route 19. Here," he gestured behind him to where many crushed boulders littered the ground. “We've been training. We've been waiting…"

Morgan sighed. “Haunter," he said, “let's get this over with."

The Cheshire grin floating above Morgan's shoulder grew bolder. Slowly, a pair of purple claws manifested and, as though leaning forward through a veil of invisibility, a Haunter manifested itself. 

Morgan's Haunter was indistinguishable from almost any other. In fact, it wasn't his own Haunter. Like the previous and following evolutionary forms - Gastly and Gengar - Morgan simultaneously trained several of them, a small number of which followed the trainer at any given time. 

Summoning Haunter seemed to be the first of Morgan's actions that Machamp's trainer paid attention to. He released a loud yell, goading his Pokémon to attack and Morgan directed Haunter with a simple gesture of his long finger.

The two Pokémon rapidly closed the distance between themselves, Machamp's heavy feet plodding one-after-the-other against the sunbaked ground. Haunter simply glided with ever-increasing speed until it seemed inevitable that the two would clash. However, as anyone would expect, Machamp's arms simply phased through Haunter's body as it tried to pull the floating spectre into a grapple hold.

With a loud thud, the Machamp crashed to the ground after overextending itself and tripping over its own feet. The sheer weight of its muscles and the power it possessed caused the ground to tremble a slight bit as the Pokémon rolled three times and finally managed to bring itself to its feet.

“That's embarrassing," Morgan said, cringing at the situation. Across from where he stood, Machamp's owner yelled.

“What are you doing?!" The fighting-type trainer howled at the top of his lungs. 

The two Pokémon had effectively swapped places and Morgan could see the bemused look on Haunter's face. Well, more so than when he was up to his usual mischief. 

“Some people don't pay attention to the matchup at all," Morgan muttered. 

The Machamp's trainer yelled several instructions and attacks in rapid succession, spurring his Pokémon to attack again and again. Several beads of sweat formed on Machamp's body as his arms blurred and the Pokémon pushed his muscles to the limit to keep up with its owner's rapid–fire commands. However, Haunter was able to effortlessly evade most of Machamp's attacks. Even when the ghost's agility wasn't able to keep up, the few attacks that Machamp did manage to score on target would fall victim to Haunter's intangibility. 

“Haunter, that's enough!" Morgan said sternly, “Time to get this over with!"

Haunter sighed but then made a sound indicating that it understood Morgan's commands. It enjoyed playing with other Pokémon, especially Pokémon that were outside of its own species. This Machamp, despite being visibly frustrated with Haunter's antics, seemed like it had boundless energy and would be able to play for hours.

However, Morgan's commands meant that Haunter had to do what it was trained to. 

“Get in there, Machamp!" Its trainer yelled.

Machamp bellowed and lunged forward just as Haunter did the same. Machamp, for all its best efforts, did not know how it was expected to overcome this challenge. Lifting weights was a simple enough task. Crushing stones or pushing boulders were straightforward instructions that it could carry out without much, or any considerable, effort. As it made one last futile attempt to grab Haunter's body, Machamp couldn't help but feel like the task it had been assigned to was not in any way reasonable.

As Machamp's four powerful arms clasped over the space where Haunter had just been, it suddenly stopped in its tracks. It seemed for just a moment that it had finally caught the ghost-type against its chest, yet Haunter was nowhere to be seen.

“What the…?"

Machamp's trainer made a sound somewhere between confusion and frustration as he looked for where Haunter might have gone but opposite from where he stood, Morgan smirked and let out a smug chuckle.

“That's it," he said, “let's tick 'capture a Machamp' off our list of goals."

“H-hey," Machamp's trainer said, “what's going on here?"

He looked at his Machamp, which had slowly begun to return its arms to their resting position. As Machamp looked up, he could see that its facial expression had now become warped and disfigured. Actually, no, Machamp's facial features had been wiped away and had been replaced by Haunter's cocky grin.

“What are you doing, kid?! This isn't how you battle."

“I told you," Morgan said one more time, “I'm not here to battle you!" He turned his attention to the now solitary Pokémon which stood between himself and Machamp's trainer. “Hey, Machamp…"

The grey-skinned Pokémon cocked its head to the side as Morgan spoke. It seemed for a moment as though it was confused but then its head slowly turned, not stopping at the shoulder, until it had rotated 180 degrees so that it could face Morgan. 

“Let's get out of here," Morgan said. 

“W-wait, kid!" Machamp's owner yelled. Now his hands were full of Pokéballs that he intended to unleash all at once. “Give me back my Machamp!"

Morgan recoiled and then yelled to his new Machamp. “Let's get out of here, quick!"

Machamp's rubbery neck twisted forwards once more and the Haunter-like expression quickly swapped to one of panic as it saw five Pokéballs soaring through the air towards it. 

Almost immediately, Machamp's body contorted as it leaned backwards. Each of its four arms planted its fingers onto the ground as it twisted its own body upside down. Slightly confused at the world's now-inverted orientation, Machamp simply twisted its neck once more so that its head and its perspective flipped to match.

Several rapid and heavy thuds followed as its four lightning-fast arms moved towards Morgan. Matchamp's legs scooped the trainer up, careful not to hurt him, and Morgan sat against the Pokémon's muscular backside as he rode away to safety.

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“Alright!" Morgan exclaimed. “I got a Machamp! That's another down."

It was later in the day and Morgan was now several miles from Route 19. Machamp had carried its trainer far away from where it had been captured and was now rolling playfully on the grass while Morgan attempted to set up camp. 

“Hey, Machamp," Morgan called out. “Come give me a hand over here!"

Machamp stopped what it was doing and drew its legs under itself. They bent at the knee and Machamp's waist rose through the air until its body formed a pyramid shape. Arms, back and shoulders still dragging across the ground, the Pokémon walked over to where Morgan stood trying to fix the structure of his tent.

“Give me a hand," Morgan said, turning to Machamp. “I said a HAND, damn it!"

Machamp laughed loudly, finally raising its upper body into its proper orientation. “Come on," Morgan said, with a hint of frustration. “I'll let you play after we set up camp for tonight. After!"

Machamp groaned and used all four hands to help Morgan drive spikes into the ground in order to lash the tent against the wind. Instead of simply driving them down with its great strength, Machamp held the head of each spike and twisted downwards, wringing its own wrist rapidly several thousand degrees worth of rotation until the spiked were buried deep in the firm earth.

“You're going to have to pull those out, you know," Morgan muttered.

Machamp paid little mind, though. It was too busy laughing at the manner in which it's large hands rapidly untwisted themselves as the rubbery bones refused to break.

“You like that, huh?" Morgan asked.

Machamp nodded.

“I thought you'd appreciate the fighting type physique." Morgan reached up and rubbed Machamp's head. “Here, I'll let out your friend. I guess you two have been missing each other a bit."

Morgan reached towards his belt and retrieved one of the few Pokéballs he kept on his person. He lazily let it open and the red burst of light collapsed to the ground before growing upwards. A pair of wings unfurled first, then a long tail and the elongated neck of a Charizard.

“There you go," Morgan said with a grin. “You two used to be close, right? Play with each other while I get dinner going."

While Morgan busied himself with setting up the travel kitchen, Charizard and Machamp stood with not much more than a few feet of space between the two.

At one point, Charizard had been one of Morgan's Gastly. In fact, it was Morgan's very first Ghastly - the Pokémon he initially befriended as a youth as he explored the Lavender Tower. It was the antics of this Ghastly in particular that had encouraged Morgan to embark on his quest to possess each of Kanto's most powerful Pokémon.

Gastly and Haunter, though now Charizard and Machamp, were close friends. As close as Pokémon could be, considering they had both been borne from the same cloud of poisonous gas many years ago.

Machamp was the one who communicated first, as Pokémon did. “Hey," it growled. “Hey, guess who?"

Charizard, as usual, was standoffish. It wasn't due to a dislike of Machamp, who he knew to be one of Morgan's newest possessions and an old friend, but mostly because of the fact that being cramped into a Pokéball was not a particularly pleasant experience for a free-spirited ghost-type. Even if it had been quite some time, Charizard could never get quite used to it.

“Hey," Machamp repeated. “Hey, guess who?"

“Quiet!" Charizard snarled. A tongue of flame escaped its maw, snout twisted into a Gastly's foolish grin. It made Charizard's grumpy expression seem very out of place, considering he seemed so jovial.

“Ah! Careful!" Machamp recoiled as the flame erupted towards its feet. A nearby patch of grass caught fire and it used its new set of large feet to stamp it out. “Aiii…that stings."

“Oh, stop your whining," Charizard growled. 

“I'm now whining." Machamp moved towards Charizard. Using each of its four arms, it pulled on the corners of its own face until its skin had stretched to unrealistic proportions. “I'm just trying not to injure this body too much. Though it is fun to finally be able to bend."

As though demonstrating his point, Machamp once again leaned backwards until its head poked out from between its own muscular thighs. Its legs bent at the knee and Machamp rolled backwards into a ball before using its lower pair of arms as makeshift feet. 

“Look at me!" Machamp said as it plodded around, a hulking mass of flesh that would have disturbed anyone who had been unfortunate enough to walk past.

“Do you think I could pass as  Golem. That should save the master some time!"

“You're an idiot," Charizard snickered. 

“Yeah, but so are you."

Machamp once again rolled across the floor, unconcerned with the bruising of its own flesh as it all disappeared within seconds. It tumbled into Charizard's stomach and both Pokémon fell to the ground as they began wrestling.

Machamp was the stronger of the two but Charizard had more experience in its physical body so it was no surprise when Machamp was sent tumbling over Charizard's shoulder to crash into the ground.

“Hey!" Morgan yelled. The shaking earth had interrupted his cooking. 

Both Charizard and Machamp turned to their master and held foolish, yet equally devious expressions. If it was one thing the pair would enjoy more than tormenting each other, it would be tormenting Morgan, himself.

The two crawled across the ground. Machamp opted to crab walk to Morgan while Charizard lazily inserted its own tail into his mouth and allowed the flame-tipped appendage to slither down its own throat as it leaned forward into a serpentine wheel and rolled towards where Morgan stood.

“Come on, now!" Morgan protested as he spotted the pair creeping towards him. “Oh, no, no, no! Keep to yourselves. I'm hungry."

Both Machamp and Charizard stopped in their tracks and, as though dejected, the pair unfurled themselves. Their rejection lasted only a few moments before two of Machamp's arms shoved against Charizard's body and caused it to tumble to the ground.

Machamp pounced, causing Charizard to groan in discomfort as its wings were pinned. “Get off me!" 

“Why?" Machamp asked. “We should be having fun."

“You're heavy."

“Yeah?" Machamp drove its hips downward and grinded against Charizard's midsection. “Maybe you should push me off?"

“I can't!" Charizard bellowed, clenching a mouthful of flame.

“Or you don't want to," Machamp laughed. “Come on! Don't give up!"

Charizard growled and struggled against Machamp's overpowering and muscular arms. It managed to twist and contort its body, each of their limbs bending in impossible ways to maintain their positions, though eventually Charizard managed to rotate onto its stomach.

Machamp having Charizard's back wasn't necessarily a better position to be in, but it did elicit an atmosphere of friskiness between the two.

“Hey," Machamp said. Due to Charizard's exertions, it didn't respond directly. “Hey, I just realized something."

“Ugh," Charizard gave up, lashing its own tail impotently against the ground.

“We have bodies now."

“Well, I've had one for a long time," Charizard grumbled. “What's your point?"

“Maybe we can do the thing."

“The…thing?" Charizard seemed confused but that only lasted for as long as one of Machamp's arms to snake around its waist and find Charizard's crotch. “H-hey!"

It didn't seem like a Pokémon such as Charizard would feel shame or embarrassment but when Machamp massaged the slit which housed Charizard's phallus.

Charizard groaned as it grew erect and felt a similar stiffening as Machamp also grew aroused. 

“Come on," Machamp hissed. “Where are you going?"

“Getting away from you, pervert!"

Machamp laughed as Charizard grew stiff, despite its protests. While Machamp's penis was very human-like in that it comprised of a shaft and a pair of gonads, Charizard's was similar to a long tongue with a flattened base and flared tip. It was obvious that the two were never meant to go together but that mattered very little to the ghosts who controlled their bodies and movements.

“Where did you two disappear to?" Morgan wondered out loud. He turned, peeking at the pair who had descended into soft cooing, the type of sounds that were more typical of a set of old friends who had found themselves with a new, exciting way to enjoy themselves.