Memma

when Ash woke up he found a Zorua sleeping on his chest and a Zoroark standing next to the door, even though he didn't know why, he knew they were the ones he met back in Crown City and he remembered feeling like wanting to be the his big sister for some reason and always had fellt like he was one of them.

As Ash's eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room, he gazed softly at the Zorua sleeping on his chest. The Pokémon's gentle snores and peaceful expression made Ash's eyes feel heavy with a mix of wonder and nostalgia. He carefully reached up to gently pet the Zorua's soft fur, trying not to startle it awake. The Zorua stirred slightly, nuzzling its head deeper into Ash's chest, but continued to sleep. Ash's gaze shifted to the Zoroark standing by the door, its piercing eyes gleaming in the dim light, watching him with an air of quiet vigilance.

he then asked "What are you guys doing here, shouldn't you be at your home" while looking at the Zoroark, who he felt like a mother to him.

The Zoroark's gaze didn't waver, its eyes gleaming with a knowing intensity as it regarded Ash. For a moment, there was no response, only the soft sound of the Zorua's snores and the quiet hum of the room's clock in the background. Then, with a subtle flick of its ear, the Zoroark shifted its weight onto its hind legs, its tail twitching once, twice, before settling into a stillness that belied a deep-seated energy. Ash felt a shiver run down his spine as the Zoroark began to move towards him, its paws noiseless on the floor, its eyes never leaving his face, who then when she was next to him pressed his face into her long hair, and Ash wanted to sink into as he begun rubbing his face and hands into the soft fur, not realizing that his transformation into a female Zorua.

As his face and hands sank deeper into the Zoroark's fur, Ash felt an inexplicable sense of comfort wash over him, like he was being enveloped in a warm, gentle darkness. The softness of the fur was almost overwhelming, and he couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as he nuzzled his face deeper, his hands instinctively molding to the shape of the Zoroark's neck and shoulder. The Zoroark's eyes, still fixed intently on his face, seemed to gleam with a soft, knowing light, as if she was aware of the Changes taking place within him, though Ash himself was blissfully unaware.

as slowly his body shrunk to the size of a Zorua he completly vanished inside the fur enjoying the feeling of it as his bodystructure changed to quadrupedel, dark grey fur grew all over his body apart from his one toed paws, two spots over his oval shaped eyes, his eyelid and the end of his hair, which were a dark red, meanwhile his mouth had expanded into a cute muzzle, his ears had moved to the top of his head taking on a fox like shape as a bushy tail expanded out of his tailbone, and a black neck fluff appeared around his neck, and lastly his dick shrunk out of existence being replaced by a small vagina, as his vocal cords adjusted to those of a female Zorua.

now Ash was a female Zorua entranced by her Memma's soft hair fur snuggling inside of it.

As the last remnants of his human form dissipated, the female Zorua that was once Ash let out a soft, contented sigh, her new body melting further into the warmth of Memma's fur. The sensation was almost overwhelming, a tidal wave of comfort and security that threatened to engulf her entirely. She snuggled deeper, her tiny paws kneading Memma's fur as she buried her face in the softness, her nose twitching as she breathed in the familiar scent of her Memma. The bushy tail that had grown from her tailbone twitched lazily, thumping gently against Memma's side as she settled into the embrace slowly falling asleep inside her Memma's hair.

As the female Zorua's breathing slowed, her tiny chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm, Memma's ears twitched ever so slightly, her gaze softening as she watched her little one settle into a peaceful slumber. The soft fur of her neck rippled subtly as she shifted her weight, adjusting her stance to cradle the little Zorua more comfortably. A soft hum, almost imperceptible, began to vibrate through her throat, a soothing rumble that seemed to match the beat of the little Zorua's heart.

Memma then put both of her children inside her hair and went downstairs were she was greeted by her new mate a Male hisuian Zoroark, who formally was Ash's mother who was playing with 2 Hisuian Zorua's which formally were Ash's Pikachu and Delia's Mr. Mime not that any of them cared since they loved their new bodies so much.

As Memma's paws touched the soft carpet of the living room, the male Hisuian Zoroark looked up, his piercing eyes locking onto hers with a warm, affectionate glint. He was sprawled on the floor, his long, sleek body stretched out in a lazy curve, as he playfully batted at the two Hisuian Zorua with a paw. The Zorua, formerly Pikachu and Mr. Mime, let out delighted squeaks and chirps, their tiny bodies tumbling and falling in a joyful, furry heap as they tried to evade the male Zoroark's teasing attacks.

"Come on little ones it's time to leave this human home we have nothing to do here" Memma said in her soft caring voice as the two hisuian Zorua nodded and jumped into their mothers hair, joining their siblings, as the two Zoroarks looked at eachother and nodded before running out of the house and running into the forest their new home.

As the two Zoroarks burst through the doorway, the warm sunlight caught their sleek fur, casting a subtle sheen on their coats. Memma's long hair, now a tangled nest of fur and playful Zorua, rippled in the gentle breeze as she picked up speed, her paws barely touching the ground. The male Zoroark, her mate, ran alongside her, his eyes fixed on the forest ahead, his ears perked up, drinking in the sounds of their new home. The trees loomed before them, a vibrant tapestry of greens, their leaves rustling softly in the morning wind.

As the 2 Zoroarks settled into the thick foliage of the forest, the warm sunlight filtering through the canopy above, Memma's ears twitched, her gaze sweeping over her new surroundings. The forest was alive with the sounds of nature, the rustling of leaves, the chirping of birds, and the distant howls of other Pokemon. She could sense the vitality of the forest, the interconnectedness of all living things, and she knew that this was where they belonged.

(a week later)

the two Hisuian Zorua and Unovan Zorua were happily playing with eachother, as the oldest of the 4 the female Unovan Zorua had long forgotten her old life, not that she cared about it she loved the life she had now with her 3 younger siblings, her Memma and her Dadda.

As the two Hisuian Zorua tumbled and fell, their tiny paws waving in the air, the female Unovan Zorua couldn't help but let out a joyful chirp, her eyes shining with mirth. She pounced on her siblings, sending them into a fit of giggles as they rolled around in a furry heap. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the warm sunlight filtering through the trees cast dappled shadows on the forest floor. Memma, watching from a nearby thicket, her ears twitching with amusement, felt a sense of contentment wash over her. She settled in to observe, her tail twitching lazily behind her her mate sleeping next to her.

As the playful bundle of Zorua rolled around, their tiny growls and chirps filled the air, creating a symphony of joy that seemed to match the rhythm of Memma's heartbeat. The female Unovan Zorua's tail flicked back and forth, her paws waving in excitement as she tried to catch her siblings in a game of tag. The Hisuian Zorua, formerly Pikachu and Mr. Mime, darted and weaved around her, their eyes shining with mischief as they nipped at her ears and tail. The sunlight filtering through the leaves above cast a warm glow on the scene, illuminating the tiny dust motes dancing around the Zorua as they played.