Myr groans softly, the Mew rolling onto his side before shakily picking himself up, his head was swimming. It quickly became apparent the Mew was somewhere he had never been before. Standing up the small pokemon dusts himself off while looking around the landing area. He didn’t quite understand where he was or how he really got there. It was hard to remember anything really. The last thing he could really recall was going out for a walk. He could remember that he wandered off the path and had found something, but everything after that and even some of the deeper specifics of those moments were left either completely enshrouded or as an eerie haze in the back of his head. As he finally manages to pick himself back up and collect himself at least slightly, Myr starts to take a good look around. Taking in the sights as he rubs slightly at the back of his head. Upon first glance it appeared he was just in the middle of the woods. In of itself it wasn’t too strange, there were woods around his home, but no there was something specific about this that caught him off guard. Looking around at the trees he could see they weren’t made of wood at all. In fact they almost appeared to be made out of metal.


“What in the?” Myr mummers quietly to himself, shakily going to stand up, dusting himself off as he starts to walk. Slowly wandering closer, and closer to the tree he reaches a paw out, resting it firmly on the tree and giving it a few small rubs. A frown flickering across his face, lightly rubbing down the side of it as he lets out a small hum of curiosity. Leaning his ear up against it Myr knocks firmly on the tree, a hollow, metallic thud echoes out from the inside of it. Taking a step back the Mew floats up, trying to get a look from the top, all of it despite being hollow seemed almost, naturally made. No seams in the trunk, the top as well being perfectly sealed and the strange leaves coming off of it seemed a good bit artificial at first too, being made from what looked like plastic. Yet still having the imperfect, natural feel to it. Landing back down on the ground, Myr takes a small look around his surroundings. He couldn’t really think of anywhere else to go so he just started to walk,wandering without much direction or thought of where he was going. 


After walking for who knows how long Myr slows his walk to a stop, tilting his head to the side. Hearing the sound of shouting coming from somewhere deeper in the woods, not sure what it was Myr things to avoid it all together, though after hearing the calls a few more times he can tell it appeared to be for help. Hurrying to follow the sound Myr rushes through the forest, following it to the source of the sound. However as he stumbles out into a small clearing Myr sees the source of the shouts, a small strange looking creature was standing cackling in the middle of the clearing. It appeared to be the one calling out and as its eyes land on Myr it smiles and hops forwards. “Ah there you are, I was worried we lost track of you!” He exclaims happily, seeming to calm down as he looks Myr up and over. “You aren’t hurt are you? You don’t seem to have sustained any injuries sir~” That caused Myr to perk up, tilting his head. 


“Sir?” He questions taking a look around to see if there were anyone else nearby, but seeing he was the only one there he looks back down towards the creature. Though the longer he stayed around the beast a strange smell began to sneak up into his snout. Turning his nose up Myr coughs slightly. It was about now that he noticed the shape of the creature. The blob-like being seemed to coil around itself, ending in a droopy tip; he could practically see the stench wafting off the creature’s form. Myr raises a paw to his snout, not only did the creature look the part, but he quite literally smelled like shit.


“W-what do you mean? Are you the one who brought me here?” Myr questions speaking quickly to cover his mouth once more, trying not to breathe in too much of the stink. “S-so what are you.. E-eugh, and where the hell am I?” He questions again, feeling his head start to spin, everything about this thing was so repulsive. He just had to get away from it but he just couldn’t move, finding himself almost frozen in place as he stared at the creature waiting for him to continue speaking.


“Welll, I’m Sukamon sir, though I suppose that doesn’t mean too much to you.. Mmm I’m one of your personal guards!” He exclaims with another dumb cackle, clasping his palms together with a wide grin on his face. “And no you asked to come out here so I thought perhaps I would come guide you, but we got separated, so I thought to call out for you until you came back, and well here we are!” He holds out his claws, tongue rolling out as he slurps slightly at his lips, which only seemed to make the stench even worse. Looking away Myr tries to make sense of all of it. Shaking his head, and turning away from the creature named Sukamon he tried to think of a way out of this, but where the hell would he go. It wasn’t like he could just keep running when he didn’t know where to go. Eventually however his mind settles, he could go along with the creature, just for a bit until he could find some way back. Looking back to Sukamon the pokemon tilts his head back, trying to get a breath of fresh air before nodding.


“Okay, I’ll follow, just lead the way.” Myr replies, keeping his nose covered as he starts to walk, making his way through the woods, while looking all around the surrounding area. “So uh… Remind me, where exactly are we?” He questions, deciding it would be best to play along for the time being. This Sukamon seemed to think he knew who Myr was. So until he could find a way back he’d play along. The Sukamon looks back with a very confused look on his face. Though after a few moments he remembered who he was meant to be talking to, quickly clearing his throat with a panicked cackle. 


“A-ah of course sir, I apologize I see that you are testing me~” He says with a quick laugh and nod. “Well as you know we are in the file forest, it is best to be careful around here. Many hungry digimon as you know sir.” The poop beast says with a dramatic wave of his claw. Myr finds himself taking a few deep breaths, he wasn’t even noticing as he began to take in long deep breaths of the foul stench that hung around the beast. “Though it is fairly close to our kingdom as well. I am simply glad you didn’t wander off too much sir. I know you are quite strong, but still  I couldn’t imagine you handling such a powerful digimon all on your own. Though I’m sure you could with our help, kihihi~ Your royal flush is pretty strong after all~” He cackles, a wide grin spreading across his face. Eyes going in opposite directions as he cackles almost madly, the sight of it making Myr shutter in horror. Crossing his arms as he looks back up, staring forwards to see a clearing up ahead. Though as they get closer to it he thinks a bit more to himself, something clicking in his mind.


“Wait, did you say Kingdom?” He questions looking up to it, wondering if maybe the king might be able to help him. Given it was a long shot, after all depending on if this guy was the norm the mew wasn’t exactly sure if he would be able to deal with it. Especially since he swore the guy’s stink was starting to rub off on him. Lifting an arm up Myr sniffs a few times at his pits. Wincing and gagging before looking away. He swore he showered that morning but it was hard to ignore just how bad he smelled. Shaking his head and crossing his arms into his pits he keeps his pace up. “Would the King be free to talk to us at all?” He asks though considering whoever Sukamon thought he was seemed to have a guard called the Royal Flush, and in general seemed to be pretty important. All while walking it slowly starts to dawn on him. Sukamon meanwhile looks back once more with that familiar look of confusion, though this time he doesn’t laugh. Shifting slightly he slows down slightly with a mumble. “What was that?” Myr questions, making Sukamon perk up.


“A-ah apologies sir. I am unsure of how to kihihihi… Reply to that.” He says the panic is obvious in his voice, stumbling over his words with a cackle of worry. “It’s mostly that well sir I suppose that’s up to you? After all you are our king sir~ Our big smelly king~” He laughs again, it was almost like hearing that caused his smell to suddenly grow. Myr wrote it off as quickly becoming more aware of his own stink, quickly looking away. “Well we’re here sir shall I take you to the castle?” He questions, only then drawing Myr’s attention over to the clearing once more. Stepping into it he stares out at the strange kingdom that stretches out for what looked like miles. His jaw drops as he takes a step back. The buildings, hell the entire kingdom he could see was made out of gold, it would have been beautiful if it weren’t for the multiple pink splatters covering the walls, streets and even the trees that for the most part were wilted from the immense stink covering the entire kingdom. Though Myr wasn’t too surprised, seeing both more Sukamon hopping around the streets carrying pink piles of shit with them, and cackling madly, It was also hard to ignore the designs of the surrounding building as well. The golden buildings coiled around one another, taking on the form of what was obviously crap.


“Of course..” He mutters, giving a small shake of his head. Though hearing that he was apparently the king of this place he tries to really process that. Waving a hand in front of his face as he swore it was getting hotter. In fact as he raised an arm to rub at his forehead he felt a good bit of sweat rub off on his arm, in fact it seemed thicker, almost like a sticky, slimy sludge. Shaking his head softly he quickly wipes his arm off on his shirt before looking at Sukamon. “Alright let’s be on our way then.. I don’t want to stay out here for much longer with how hot it is… Uh, servant.” He replies trying to really get into that king personality, though doing pretty terrible at it as he coughs once more, the stench growing even stronger as they start to make their way into the kingdom streets. All while walking he can feel the gaze of all of the others staring at Myr various mutterings leaving the beasts maws a few of them even grinning widely, doing their best to hide their excitements despite their wide grins, tongue hanging out as most of them offer deep bows to Myr, really treating him like a king. He couldn’t tell if they were acting this way because they truly believed he was their king or that there was something else going on here. But being unsure about it he offers a few quick waves to the Sukamon.


A few of the Sukamon run up towards Myr reaching their claws up to reach out to the mew he gasps slightly trying to pull away with a nervous wave of his hand, though a few of them manages to grind their filthy forms up against him all of them praising and talking to him. Shouting and praising Myr. “Ah our great smelly king!” “Your body is looking so slimy today sir!” and “You’re looking quite full of fuel today sir!” Are just a few of the praises he could hear. Each word makes his head spin. Myr fans himself, feeling his body growing hotter by the second. Though as they continue to rub up against him he couldn’t take it anymore, he just couldn’t keep up the act anymore!


“O-okay stop!” He shouts, stepping away from the beasts. The Sukamon froze up and looked to Myr as if waiting for what he had to say next. “I don’t know who you all are, or who you think I am.. But I am not your king!” He shouts a few of the other strange creatures looking at one another, their smiles dropping as they seem to finally get the message. Though that feeling of winning quickly drops as they once again burst out into laughter. Clapping their claws together with wide monstrous grins. Myr takes a few steps back. Sputtering out a few words of confusion as he stares around. All of them were laughing like they were talking about some kind of joke.


“Kihihihihihihi!~ That’s a great one sir!” “You’re such a joker kishishishishi!~” They cackle happily, Myr stares around at all of the monsters. “The King always was as good at joking as he is smelly!~” The guard beast remarks hopping a bit closer to Myr giving him a few teasing and loving rubs. But Myr can only pull away once more, he could barely even feel  how loose his clothing was, his head still spinning as he simply needed to find a way out of there. He had to escape. Raising a hand to his head he feels his mind spin, thinking to run as they continue to talk to him about being their king. Why were they so sure that he was a king? Did he look like them? Looking down at his hands Myr did notice that his long, goopy claws did look at least somewhat like theirs. Maybe it was the splotches of brownish-yellow across his matted down fur. Did he always look this gross? His nose twitches slightly as he winces giving his head a small shake. Hell, did he always smell this bad? Gagging slightly and giving his head a small shake he tries to take a few more steps back. No this wasn’t right, even as he ran his tongue along his sharp, dirty teeth he knew something about all of this was wrong, something about all of this was just wrong. He just had to get out of there!


Spinning around as the monsters start to encroach on him he sees he can't exactly retreat. He couldn’t run back to where he came from. It was almost like they were herding him. But he didn’t even think about that, only thinking about running, eventually turning on his heels. Seeing the castle off in the distance he knew exactly where he had to go. Breaking out into a stumbling sprint Myr stumbles slightly, his feet almost feeling sluggish, hard to move properly as he whines slightly. Looking down he could see that he was leaving what appeared to be long streaks of something on the ground. His feet stick to the ground with every step. His pants slowly started to fall. Dropping between his legs as he steps out of them. His already small body was growing just a bit smaller. But while he was shrinking all of that mass seemed to distribute elsewhere.


Panting and puffing as he reaches the castle door he leans against them. Pushing all of his weight into the door as he groans out. With each huff and puff his gut would slowly start to plump out.  Growing larger, and larger. Pushing firmly against the front of his shirt as he feels the door finally give way. His fur already feeling so slimy as he falls through the doors landing with a loud SPLAT on the other end, shaking his head with a groan. Though he didn’t have much time to pick himself back up as he heard the sound of the crowd attempting to rush him down. Sukamon came in from all sides talking about their king. Their words burn into Myr’s mind. Slowly bit by bit replacing those thoughts of worries. He could practically feel his skin starting to droop and sag, filthy slime dripping off of it as he let out a low, confused groan. It felt so good, the stench that wafted off him was amazing, he couldn’t get enough of it. Each lungful only clouding the mew’s mind more letting out a small “Kihihihi~” Of pleasure as he shakily gets back up. He was significantly shorter now. His legs and feet have merged into his body. Giving him a rounded stump right below his gut, one that expanded outwards into a disc-like surface.


“K-kihihi.. H-have to keep.. Going~” He groans out to himself, not even sure why he was in the castle anymore. It was to do something important, yes, but he couldn’t remember what that something was. All of it just felt too hazy to put together. It didn’t matter though he just had to keep moving. Once he found that something he would know. He just.. Had to find it first. Shaking his head, and flinging off more of that foul smelling sludge he starts to hop through the castle courtyard, eyes darting around to try and find what he was looking for. His tongue slowly snaking past his lips as he licks at the filth covering them.


Holding his hands to his head he feels confusion wrapping around his mind. Everything was slowly starting to bend and blend together. Everything around him felt familiar, but alien. Like he had been here once before in a dream. The castle’s layout appearing in his mind, memories rushing in, he knew where he had to go. Stumbling forwards Myr continues to hop through the castle, his long tongue lapping and licking at the filthy trail left behind him as he moves. He knew exactly where to go, exactly where he was needed. He just had to keep moving. A dumb, drawn out cackle leaves his mouth as he reaches a massive set of double doors right in front of him. He reaches up, attempting to reach for the handles. Though as he stares he starts to think to himself. Why did he need to open it? There was no reason for it! He had people to do it for him! Taking a few hops back he raises one long, filthy claw and snaps his fingers. The sound itself seemed to echo loudly through the room all down all of the surrounding hallways. 


After merely a few seconds the sound of hops and splats return the echo as a group of fat, finely dressed Sukamon hurry down the hall, cackling gleefully all of them chanting “The king has returned! Our lovely smelly king!” Once again causing Myr’s stink to flare up, surging through his nostrils as he takes a long deep breath of it, eyes rolling back as he cackles. Watching the Sukamon stack on top of one another, yes he was so close. Once that door was open, then he would finally be able to get to where he needed to be. He just needed these dumb, loyal subjects to do as he pleased. He didn’t even notice his thoughts changing, becoming more in line with that of what the citizens, and even servants saw him as. It didn’t matter, once he was out of here, to where he had to go it didn’t matter what was said. What the others thought he was, he would be able to show them all just what he was. As they continue to chant about their great king, talking about his wide wobbly body. His smelly sags of filth. They cackle in cheer, slowly pushing the doors open, and allowing Myr access to the inside of the hall. Peering into it he got a good look at what was inside, he already knew of course. Deep inside of the room lay just what he was looking for. 


The mighty Sukamon throne on the seat was a large ornate crown. Perhaps at one point it was gleaming beautifully. The gold, and the gems on it now were faded, covered in grime and disgusting filth. The thing practically steamed with it’s filthy aura, Myr slowly starting to hop forwards, rubbing his claws together as next his face started to shift, nose slowly starting to merge down, licking lovingly at his lips. There it was what he’s been looking for all this time. His grin grows even wider as he hops through the halls, staring up at the crown all the while. His mind was spinning, bits and pieces of his old mind being wiped away. Erased slowly as a much more fitting being came into place. His snout flattens, merging with his body as his head starts to swell alongside his gut. His entire body compressing downwards. Fusing, merging into one shape. It almost felt like various hands were groping and squeezing him all over, pushing into some sides of his body while pulling out the other. His gut wobbles, being tugged at by all sides, filling out more than he thought possible, merging downwards with his stump of a lower half. 


It didn't take long for him to reach the throne, by now his body had shrunken enough so he could barely reach the throne itself. Luckily for him however there just so happens to be a stool right his side, allowing him to hop on up, eventually climbing to the seat he reaches his claws out. The top of his head compressing, swirling, all of that intelligence being pushed down, deeper. Until he tilts his head back feeling that stench push up his throat and let rip in a loud, shaking BUUUWWWOOORRRRPPPPP A thick smog pouring from his lips, a mix of pink and brown, another deeper rumbling leaves his gut. Tongue rolling back slightly as another cackle leaves his mouth. He was glad to be back, it was hard to remember just what he was so worried about. Oh that’s right he was just missing his crown, he had to get it back before anyone attempted to steal the throne from him. A grin flickers across his face once more as he hops up into the throne, sitting back and resting a claw on the side of his body he uses the other one to lift the crown up, resting it on the top of his head.


Myr was no more, all of what he was had been expelled, slowly opening up his mouth once more his tongue rolled out. A low rumbling cackle escaping his lips as he reaches up, grabbing a coil of pink crap and toying with it a bit. “Kihihihi! Head guard come in here!” He shouts out knowing that they would respond with little to no hesitation, and of course after a few seconds one of the many Sukamon servants comes running in. Scurrying as fast as their stumps would carry, a wide maniacal smile on his face, reeling back he throws the pile of dung right at the Sukamon, the dumb beast not even watching where he’s going feels it smack him right in the face! Knocking him back and sending him tumbling~ Sukamon King cackles happily, leaning back in his throne, it was good to be king~