Having A Gas at the End of the World! (TFTG Mini)

Having A Gas at the End of the World!

A TFTG mini fic written for art drawn by All Bad Badgers

UNEDITED

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes - Apocolipse - Non Anthro Pokemon

Link to the original art

 

Marcus, Philip and Randy had assumed the rumors of an untouched vault full of pre apocalyptic lab equipment and meds was too good to be true, but despite a long and difficult day spent cutting their way through the old metal doors, their hard work was rewarded with a truly legendary stash! It was beyond the trio's wildest dreams, a treasure trove of such size and magnitude that the trio would surely be set for life!

As the trio spread out, Randy made his way to a set of metal stairs leading up to a floor area. This appeared to be storage for a collection of chemicals and fuel tanks for the various machines the scientists would have continued to operate, had they actually made it back here before The Gas got to them. Walking along the rows of near identical vats, Randy read aloud the names, "Sodium hydroxide... Acetone... Hydrofluoric acid..." His eyes suddenly went wide as he came to the last tank in the row and spun to shout down to his friends, "GUYS! Guys you won't believe this! They have THE GAS!"

"What!?" Philip shouted as Marcus scrambled to grab a gas mask from his pack. "What do you mean they 'have' The Gas!?"

"I mean they have The Gas dude!" Randy shouted back as he turned to marvel at the huge, orange tank. "I know this game and it's DEFINITELY what people used to call this shit before the end!"

"Well then get away from it!" Philip yelled as he took a spear gas mask from Marcus and fitted it over his own face and then marched off towards the staircase. "Stupid asshole is going to get us all infected... Marcus, keep looking around, I'm going to get this stupid tank business sorted."

"You're worrying over nothing!" Randy called as he heard Philip’s heavy boots beginning to climb the stairs. "These government tanks are safe as houses, see?" He punctuated his boast with a kick to the side of the orange tank which instantly began to let loose an ominous hiss. "Oh... Never mind..."

"RUN YOU IDIOT!" Philip bellowed, voice muffled by the gas mask, but it was already too late, the tank had gone from hissing out a pressurized stream of pale yellow smoke to ripping open and nearly instantly filled the lab with a thick, nearly impenetrable cloud! Philip turned as the wall of chemical smoke overcame him, but heard in the distance the increasingly high pitched coughing of Randy. He knew it was likely already too late, but unwilling to abandon his friend without knowing the truth, he staggered forward, waving aside the sweet smelling fog till to his horror he found Randy, body already thinner and rapidly being covered by a layer of white and pink fur. The man's face turned to look up at his old friend, but the bright blue eyes showed only lust as she began to rub her chest and giggle.

"FUCK!" Philip cursed and turned from the sight. "Damn it all, MARCUS! I'm coming for you! We need to get the hell out of here now!"

As he began to run, he did notice the way his chest had begun to tingle, nor the way that his mask slowly pushed upwards as his face pushed out into a muzzle. Though then again, he hadn't noticed the crack in the gas masks eye left eye either...

Marcus felt his heart rate skyrocketed as he stumbled through the lab, utterly blinded by the curling gas cloud. He had been caught up in fog like this before, the periodic Gas Storms having been a nearly daily occurrence when it had all started, but never before had he been stuck in a place as cramped and unfamiliar as this while so disadvantaged. Even his careful preparations, his layers of protection and detailed maps would only be so helpful if he could not find his way back to the surface before long. If nothing else, other scavengers would soon be descending on this place like locusts and before long the remaining population of the city would be swarming around the lab, picking it clean of anything even remotely worth salvaging. So much for their ticket to easy lives then...

Just then a shape moved in the cloudy darkness and Marcus turned, straining to see through the cloud. "Randy? Randy is that you?" He waves and the figure waved back, then jumped and began to skip towards him, causing Marcus's heart to skip a beat. "Randy what the hell has gotten into you!?"

From out of the cloud a naked Sylveon suddenly emerged, her lively ribbons reaching out to grab tightly onto Marcus's legs, holding him in place as she bounced her way towards him with pure lust in her eyes. "HEY MARCUS!"

"Oh my god no!" Marcus screamed and tried to run, but found he could not move an inch as Randy the Sylveon tightened her grip. "You have to fight this man!"

"Why would I do that?" Randy asked as she reached out and grabbed hold of the front of her friend's mask. "When you can just join me?"

"Philip, help me!" Marcus managed to get out before his mask was ripped away and he had only a second to suck in as much clean air as he could. It was not much, he would only have a minute or so at most, but maybe, if Philip could get to him in time...

Something blue moved into Marcus' field of view and before he could react, the Glaceon face of Philip loomed into view. Marcus's eyes went wild, but before he could do or say anything Philip the Glaceon pressed her lips to his and in a long, sensual kiss breathed a lung full of The Gas directly down his throat.

The changes came quickly, black fur spreading rapidly across Marcus's body as his manly frame slimmed down and took on a set of broad, feminine curves. From his back a tail pushed aside his pants, forever shedding him of the vestments of his old male life as on his chest, a large pair of breasts did the same for his flimsy shirt. His mind proved no more resilient as his brain began to first fog, then melt into the fog, till nothing, but a panting, lusting pokegirl remained.

The trio's hopes for an easy life had been dashed... But with the denizens of the city swarming in on their location, they would not have to wait long to find a new, far more pleasurable purpose in life...

The final assimilation of the human race!

The End