Serperior

when Ash's gaze met a Serperior suit he remembered how he always wanted to be a predator in the jungle hunting, Suffacating and Killing his prey and the Grass Snake in front of him would enable him to do exactly that.

As Ash's eyes locked onto the Serperior suit, his mind began to wander to the dense jungles he had explored during his Pokémon journey. He envisioned himself slithering through the underbrush, the scorching sun beating down on his scales, and the rush of the hunt coursing through his veins. The detailed costume, with its intricate patterns of yellow and green, seemed to shimmer in the dim light of the store, drawing him in with an otherworldly allure. Ash's fingers instinctively tightened around the tab from the poster, his grip almost constricting as he felt an overwhelming desire to try on the suit.

Ash's eyes remained fixed on the Serperior suit as he took a cautious step forward, his feet sinking into the plush carpet that lined the floor of the store. The air seemed to thicken around him, heavy with the scent of fabric dye and the faint hint of something medicinal that he couldn't quite place. His gaze drifted to the price tag attached to the suit, the numbers blurring together as his mind continued to wander to the jungles he had explored. He could almost feel the rough bark of the trees beneath his scales, the rush of adrenaline as he stalked his prey.

After making up his mind he got the Suit and went to the clerk who told him that ones he was a Serperior the Clerk would open a portal beneath him and teleport him to a jungle were he could, hunt, stalk and prey as much as he wanted and after buying the suit Ash exitedly with the suit in hand went to the Changing rooms.

As Ash pushed open the door to the changing room, a soft hiss of air escaped, carrying with it the scent of worn fabric and a hint of disinfectant. The room was small, with a single, dimly lit mirror hanging on the wall, and a bench in the corner, strewn with discarded hangers and a few stray threads from previous customers. Ash's eyes adjusted slowly to the dim light, and he made out the outline of a small, ornate box in the center of the room, adorned with intricate carvings of vines and leaves. A small, flickering candle on top of the box cast eerie shadows on the walls, adding to the sense of anticipation building in Ash's chest.

As Ash's clothes hit the wall, the sound of the fabric slapping against the surface seemed to echo through the small room, a stark contrast to the anticipation building within him. He stood before the mirror, his eyes fixed on his own reflection, and for a moment, he saw a stranger staring back. The fluorescent light above the mirror cast an unforgiving glare, illuminating every inch of his skin, and yet, Ash felt a sense of detachment from his own body. He was no longer the trainer he once was; he was on the cusp of becoming something more.

Ash then slowly placed his body into the Serperior Suit before laying on his stomach. The fabric was cool and slick against his skin, reminding him of the scales of the real Pokémon. The material was surprisingly light, yet it gave him a sense of power and strength as he flexed his fingers, feeling the delicate, lifelike patterns of the suit's design. The mask of the Serperior suit was already attached, and Ash adjusted it, feeling the smooth surface of the serpentine eyes and the sharp, pointed teeth.

Ash then felt the transformation start as his arms fused with his sides, as his hands changed leaving only 2, 3 pointed leafs behind, next his legs fused together forming a long tail as his neck, Chest, stomach, torso, waist and organs readjusted to give him the body of a Serperior from neck down, but that was about to change as his nose expanded forwards into a muzzle, his tongue thined out and became forked as his teeth changed into Snake fangs, lastly his head rounded out as his ears moved to the back and turned into thin antennes, as his eyes changed into the shape of a Serperior as his iris enlarged and his pupils pulled into thin slits finishing of Ash's transfromation as his mind was filled with the Instincts of a Predator, the knowledge of how to move and the knowledge of his movesets as the suit fused with his body giving ash the body and scales of a Serperior but that didn't finish it as his body expanded to 50 feet in lenght.

As Ash's body finished its transformation, he felt an intense surge of power and energy coursing through his veins. His 50-foot-long serpentine body flexed and twitched, causing the changing room to shake and creak. The air was filled with the sound of straining wood and the faint scent of smoke as the room seemed to stretch to its limits, attempting to accommodate Ash's enormous new form. The small, flickering candle on top of the ornate box danced and cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the very fabric of reality was bending to accommodate the massive Serperior.

As Ash's gaze lingered on his reflection, the smirk deepened, revealing the razor-sharp teeth of the Serperior. The mirror, now foggy from the heat emanating from Ash's massive body, slowly cleared, offering an unobstructed view of the majestic creature. The flickering candlelight danced across the polished surface, casting an ethereal glow on the Serperior's scales, making them seem almost liquid in the dim light. Ash's eyes, now vertical slits, gleamed with a mixture of excitement and primal intensity, as if the very essence of the wild had been distilled within him.

As suddenly a portal opened beneath the massive Serperior, sending him to his new home fitting such a majestic being. The air around Ash's enormous body seemed to ripple and distort, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate the portal's arrival. The walls of the changing room, already strained to their limits by Ash's massive form, now creaked and groaned in protest as the portal's edges churned and swirled with an otherworldly energy. The sound of crackling power echoed through the space, a deafening roar that seemed to vibrate every molecule of air.

As Ash fell through the Portal, the sensation of weightlessness was all-consuming, a fleeting moment of freedom from the crushing gravity that had anchored him to the earth. The air around him seemed to thicken and writhe, like a living entity protesting his passage. The sound of the portal's collapse still echoed in his ears, a deafening crash that slowly gave way to the cacophony of the jungle. The darkness of the portal's maw disgorged Ash into a realm of blinding light, and he felt the warmth of the sun-baked earth beneath him.

As Ash's massive body impacted the jungle floor, the earth shuddered, and the sounds of the rainforest were momentarily hushed, as if the very creatures themselves were holding their breath in anticipation. The Serperior's scales, now fully integrated with Ash's being, glistened with dew and vibrated with the residual energy of the portal's collapse. The air was heavy with the scent of blooming flowers and decaying vegetation, a primordial aroma that stirred something deep within Ash's reptilian brain.

Ash's vertical pupils, now fully adjusted to the bright sunlight, scanned the surroundings with a mixture of curiosity and hunger.

the moment he saw a Rattata his predatory instincts kicked it and a second later he had a dead Rattata hanging in his mouth as his body had moved at lightning speed and the venom in his fangs spead throughout the rodent just as fast.

Ash's vertical pupils dilated, a primeval response to the cascading sunlight that filtered through the dense canopy of the rainforest. The Serperior's senses, once merely human, now buzzed with an intense, animalistic awareness. The scent of moisture-laden foliage, the rustling of leaves underfoot, and the distant calls of tropical birds all coalesced into a symphony of stimuli that stirred the predator within.

The Rattata's body, limp and cooling, dangled from Ash's powerful jaws. He could taste the texture of the rodent's fur on his forked tongue, a testament to the speed and precision of his strike.

As the Rattata's body slid down his gullet, Ash's throat constricted, propelling the meal towards his stomach. The sound of his own swallowing was almost deafening, a low, rumbling growl that vibrated through his entire body. The taste of the rodent lingered on his forked tongue, a savory mixture of fur, flesh, and the faint tang of the venom that had coursed through its tiny veins. Ash's vertical pupils seemed to gleam with satisfaction as he savored the aftertaste, his mind linking the experience to a primal sense of satiation.

As the last vestiges of the Rattata's flavor faded from his palate, Ash's gaze swept across the jungle, drinking in the vibrant tapestry of colors and textures that surrounded him. The dappled light filtering through the canopy above cast intricate patterns on the forest floor, as if the very jungle itself was alive and in motion. The air vibrated with the humming of insects, the distant call of a Pidgeot, and the soft rustle of leaves as unknown creatures scurried through the underbrush. The scent of blooming flowers and the musk of his own serpentine body filled Ash's nostrils, heightening his senses to the point where every detail seemed magnified.