Luckdwell city, relatively modern in certain parts, old and rustic in others. It wasn't what he had expected to feel compared to the sparse, out of the way, backwater he had come from. Living in a historic familial building had its drawbacks when it came to city living. Maybe your neighbor was a mile away and your internet speed was akin to molasses; compared to the bustling busy portions he was seeing. He had never seen so many people in one place. 

The Lucario[LP1] wasn’t even near the busier portions of the city, this was relatively rural by the conversations people were having. Despite that, the aura dog felt so overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of other people. And they weren’t all other Lucario related to him either, that was probably the best part. He caught himself wandering aimlessly, taking in the sounds of people going to where they needed to go. It was only when he realized he had taken a backstreet did he notice something was amiss. 

The maroon haired Lucario's pace quickened after realizing that he was being followed. They couldn’t have been following him because they had spotted his unfound talent in fashion or how beautiful he was. These guys were the mean, rough, back alley Pokemon your mother warned you about before coming to the city to make your debut as a fashion icon. There were only three of them, about his same height, and they were of the similar type of mon. The Lucario’s thoughts were interrupted when he realized he traipsed himself into an alley with no outlet. 

The alley had that typical spooky vibe you feel when danger is somewhere nearby. There was absolutely no reason to put an alley that had no outlet to a different side street. The alley had no light. The farther you went in, the darker it became. The shadows loomed ominously around him, setting a real gloomy vibe that penetrated the black coat he had on. The maroon haired Lucario put his hand on the rough brick walls to feel how cold and rough they actually were. There were certain aspects of a city that some people loved; this in particular did not suit him. 

Before the Lucario could step out and find a new route his aforementioned paparazzi revealed themselves. “Y’know, for a Riolu, you run pretty fast.” The lead Pokemon, a Linoone, said. 

“Puny!” The Zigzagoons flanking the Linoone spoke in unison. 

“Uh… actually, I’m a Lucario, and my name is…” Lucario couldn't finish his introduction before the Zigzagoon twins started yelling at him.

“No one asked ya, short stuff. Pretty puny for a Lucario. Here's the deal. Give us all ya dough and we won't goon on ya." The Linoone practically preened as he flexed his muscles. "You must have heard of us. We're called the Goon Squad. Or how the Goonsquad Goonbombed a bank last week. We are pretty famous robbers now."

"I'm… new here? You see I'm from…" The Lucario was interrupted again, this time by the two Zigzagoon as they advanced past their leader. 

The maroon haired Lucario took a step back going further into the cornered alley. There were only a few feet before he was going to be cornered by these goons. There was some metaphor for a shiny beauty in a sea of dark that he was failing to capture. He did wonder how one could be poetic before getting into a fight? He blew his maroon dyed hair out of his face and took a stance. 

"GOOD! A new test subject. Good job Goobmen!" A mysterious voice spoke out as spotlights loudly clicked on to illuminate the Lucario in blinding light. 

"IT’S GOON SQUAD!" The trio yelled in unison. 

A Kadabra, as well as a large metal box like object as big as they were, floated down off the roof and stood between the Goon Squad and maroon haired Lucario. “It matters not, I will pay you what's owed after a successful test. Now Riolu, you picked a bad night to be wandering alone in this back alley. I promise this will not hurt… too much.” 

The metal box opened up to reveal what appeared to be a simplistic, almost cartoonish, ray-like gun. The ray sprung from the top of the box like it had springs launch it to a firing position. The metal box surrounding the ray acted as a pedestal. The pedestal glowed with a blue glow that flickered from time to time with what appeared to be a shimmering red outlined by a deep black. Whatever this device was powered with was something Lucario knew didn't look, or feel, right. 

“Goob boys, go hold the subject. I don't want to miss.” The Kadabra's cocky voice sung with a melody of smug condescension. 

The two Zigzagoons rapidly approached, giving a chuckle as they waltzed into the Lucario’s strike zone. And almost immediately the box started to glow that dark red. The ray gun started to hum with power as though it was starting to charge power. The Lucario hated that he knew how to fight back, but now was a good time to be grateful for his father teaching him how to hold his own. These Pokemon were going to regret making the Lucario defend himself. 

He waited till the two thugs lunged at him before backslapping the left Zigzagoon to get them off balance. Then using the right Zigzagoon’s arm, the Lucario threw the two attackers into each other. Lucario sternly looked up at the Kadabra before settling himself into a stance. If he was forced to fight, then it was going to be their fault. It was their fault he had to rely on what Lucario’s were known for. Of course, there was the added thing that the Goonsquad may be doing something nefarious. Perhaps his priorities were misaligned. Both reasons resulted in the same thing; justice for potential victims and himself. 

He started charging up his aura, he was going to blast this box away with one charged max attack of his own. After he blasted the box away, he was going to beat the mustache off the Kadabra. He put so many years of practice back home, learning the familial fighting style. Harnessing aura, using it in creative ways. Practiced forms able to be formed in a second without a hesitant thought to cloud his ways. He hated to admit it felt really amazing being able to charge up his power and unleash it how he chose to. He wanted a life outside of practicing his fighting and going to tournaments. His passion was for fashion, not endless training and fighting. 

The Linoone stood still, dumbfounded at how his two companions were swiftly incapacitated. The Lucario threw his aura sphere at Linoone who snapped back to reality at the glowing presence. A keen sense to dodge danger was never going to be enough to dodge Lucario’s attack. The sphere pelted into the Linoone, staggering them backward towards the ray gun. Without skipping a beat, he started charging another sphere. This time the maroon haired Lucario was going to knock out that ray gun. He was outnumbered, if he was going to lose, at least he would cause some damage. Not that he was worried about losing.   

“What? Goobstoppers! How can you not accomplish the smallest of tasks?” The Kadabra exasperatedly yelled out while the ray gun hummed with increased fervor. “Never mind, just keep the subject down until I can fire the Maximinicon!”

The Linoone came out of nowhere. Somehow, the Linoone recovered and slunk off while the Kadabra distracted the Lucario. The assailant lunged and attempted to tackle the Lucario down to the ground with little success. The hum of the ray gun grew louder while the two struggled. Lucario wasn't too worried about being hit with whatever this sci fi prop was going to do. This isn't some comic strip where people had death rays. This was the real world, and in the real world he knew to concentrate his aura into a bone and whack this unscrupulous person down into the ground till they were sorry for ever trying to hide his fashion from the world. Yet the Linoone countered by grabbing the Lucario’s arm to prevent the bone from doing any harm. The Kadabra let out an exasperated yell behind them. The Lucario dared not look to see what was frustrating the Kadabra.  

The humming grew louder, the closed-in alley practically reverberated the humming with increased fervency. That was when the maroon haired Lucario realized that the Linoone was getting more desperate and looking back towards the Kadabra every chance they could get. He realized that the Linoone was actually afraid of being shot with whatever this prop was. Are cartoon ray guns real? The Lucario capitalized on the distraction and brought a finishing move to the Linoone; shoving them against the alley wall before they fell to the ground. Lucario noticed a ray glow from the ray gun on the walls all around him.

No time to dodge, there was only one logical way to get out of this situation. The Lucario took his stance, and with a dead-eyed stare at the Kadabra, charged his arua into a sphere. 

Years of practice doing this for his family, the secondhand nature of this move helped get the sphere to the optimal power. He felt unstoppable in that one moment. The aura coursed through his very being, bringing him an unshakable confidence he hated to part with. He was going to prove that there was no such thing as ray guns. And with this attack he was going to blow them away to the next town over. He felt big, it didn’t matter how short he was if he could do something so powerful. 

The ray gun shot out unexpectedly. A deep red beam, somehow outlined with the darkest of blacks, shot out of the ray gun.  The beam quickly hit the Lucario while they snapped to the aura sphere firing pose. Within that one instance of the ray firing, the Lucario shot off their aura sphere. For a second, he didn't know what happened aside from him falling into the wall behind him.  Bricks crumbled under him as though they were made out of sand, the sound of grinding stone under him made him wonder just how bad of a hit he had taken. Smoke filled the area as some dirt or debris started to fall down around him. He hated to get dirty. 

The Lucario felt the gravel under him shift and move, sometimes popping under him. He felt like he was still moving, despite being on his rear from being hit with the ray gun. When he opened his eyes, it looked as though the walls were sinking into the ground around him. Below him he did see loose brick and mortar disappear under his sides. It immediately disorientated him while he tried to recover. The Lucario groaned loudly as he started to lift himself up, his body felt heavier than normal. Perhaps that sci fi prop had some power behind it after all. 

Putting his arms on the building on either side of him, the maroon haired Lucario tried to pick himself up. His hips scraped against either side of the alley before the two buildings collapsed into themselves from the pressure he was putting on them. He still tried to catch his bearings; nothing made sense. Could he use an entire building to pull himself up, let alone push the building into itself? The Lucario gazed downward ahead at where the spotlights were aimed down… where he once was. A crater replaced the ray gun box that had fired. He was able to see a little bit better, now that he was in a better light. There was no saying just what had happened to the contraption, or the Kadabra. 

He was gigantic. The buildings that once towered over him were now below his knees. It took his breath away when it dawned on him that he was now larger than entire buildings. He relaxed his stance and realized that he had accidentally pushed his paw through a what remained of a building’s wall without realizing it. With just a test he pushed in a portion of what remained of the building on his right with a finger.  The finger poked through the brick and mortar as though it were a wall made of paper. The Lucario wanted to make it big in the city, but this was not what he meant. He looked for a better landmark to judge just how large he had gotten. Only to judge he was roughly three or four stories tall, with the potential of being larger. 

The Lucario flipped his hair out of his face and let out a sigh as he looked behind him where he had landed from the blast. There were onlookers gathered, they stared up at him with wonder. That was when Lucario had a sudden realization that he was naked, and people were taking pictures of him. He did his best to cover himself from revealing his privates to the world, especially since they were now billboard height overhead of everyone. All his life people looked down at him, and now he felt larger than a wailord. He wanted to get taller, but now he wondered what was too big for him now?

“With our goonbomb I’ll get revenge for my brothers! Give them back ya filthy giant!” The Linoone from earlier weaved in and out between his paws; scurrying away like a little bug. 

“Oh my gosh, it's the Goonsquad and they have a goonbomb! Everyone run!” The crowd started to disperse, confirming that maybe the Lucario should have known about the Goonsquad. 

The end of the bomb was lit, and the Linoone ran out of the newly cleared alleyway into the crowded street. The Lucario knew what he needed to do; he was the only one in position to stop this mini menace. No, the Linoone wasn't tiny, the Lucario was now larger than life. With his newfound height he was going to show that anyone could be a hero in the right circumstances! He jumped into the street before settling into a stance. The landing shook the buildings around him, glass breaking and people losing their balance in the miniature earthquake produced from his landing. The ground under his paws cracked from his weight.  

The Linoone stumbled and dropped his bomb from the force of the giant Lucario’s paws on the ground. People screamed, knowing exactly what it was that rolled towards the chaotic mess of people running amok. To him, it was a little rolling ball. The ball was roughly the size of those bouncy balls you would get from a quarter machine; only lit on the end with the world's smallest fuse. He didn't know how powerful one of these goonbombs was. He, also, didn't plan to find out either. He took as careful steps as he could, only crushing a few empty stalls and carts as he raised his paw as high into the air as he could. He aimed to snuff out this bomb before it could become an issue. This was a practiced pose, maybe not so much the stomp the giant was about to perform. 

The thought that people could still see him nude in this action pose entered his mind as elegantly as a sledgehammer breaking through those brick walls his paws went through earlier. If there was a mirror to see himself, he would be pure red in embarrassment. His ass, a billboard for the world to see. If his family were to see him, or any cover of this on social media, he would never live down this shame. Something was coming over him, a weird feeling that was akin to his aura. But the building up of the aura wasn't able to be controlled or shaped. This resulted in an uneasy helpless feeling of losing control that enveloped him. 

The world shrunk around him, the paw holding his entire weight sunk into the ground. He could feel the ground push between his toes as his paw took more and more space from the wide street they were in. The two Zigzagoon popped out from between the toes. The experience was really disorientating. The Lucario knew he was growing, but he was not prepared to adjust his sense of scale. Without realizing it his tail tapped a building and pushed itself through. He lost his balance, placing his foot through another portion of a building. Things were starting to feel pretty heavy, and everything felt as though it felt too much. Without realizing it the Lucario fell backward unsure where the bomb was or where his own self was positioned. His feet thundered down, sinking deeply into the cobbled street as he tried to maintain whatever balance he had. He could view the entire city easily from his vantage point that now disoriented him. 

The only thought on his mind was hoping that he wasn't about to cause even more of a shameful display for his family to later find. The Lucario dropped like an avalanche; he felt the ground beneath him compress under his immense bulk. It was everything the Lucario could do to not fall backward. The world was out of focus before him, every movement made him a little dizzy. He was not going to fall back into a building and cause more of a mess than what he had already caused. There were people still around most likely, fleeing from the Goonsquad. 

Suddenly, under his bottom, an explosion jolted him awake as his ass cheeks contained the blast of the goonbomb. Without realizing it, the Lucario had found the bomb and smothered the effects of the blast. The Lucario couldn’t stop himself from moaning a little bit from the warm stimulation that vibrated under him. The giant attempted to cover the growing erection from the gathered crowd. He felt dead from embarrassment, and he needed to compose himself. But his manhood decided not to corporate. The massive Pokemon carefully got up, as the street became more and more crowded. It was hard to place a hand or paw anywhere without more tiny people gathering about. They were so bold as to get between his fingers, which helped the Lucario figure just how titanic he had become.

People could fit between his fingers, the tiny people barely came up to where his handspike protruded skyward. His fingers dug into the stone as he lifted himself up, seeing just how much damage he had caused by just landing. There was a massive indent in the ground where his body landed. The buildings behind him were miraculously saved. The two Zigzagoons from the Goonsquad were already in tiny police hands, and people were all either running away or gathering to look at the towering figure. The Lucario tried his best to hide his erection, but it just wouldn’t turn off. The Lucario figured if his dick was bigger than people maybe he didn’t have anything to hide after all. He still didn’t know how he felt about the countless eyes gazing up, he was the center of attention, and it was such a good feeling. 

The weird aura returned, but this time the weird feeling was minor by comparison. A refreshing coolness washed over him as he felt his familiar blue aura surround him. The world was rushed back to relatively normal height. He could now easily navigate. Twice as tall as most buildings now he dusted debris and other stuff off him. Hi tried his best to ignore the throbbing sensation between his legs and focusing on the situation. It was weird not being able to control himself anymore. Weird wasn't the correct word for it, he was worried. 

He felt something on his ass and realized that he picked up a passenger flat against his left ass cheek. Very carefully, the Lucario peeled off the Linoone Goonsquad leader. He held the absolutely miniscule man in front of his face before checking more of himself. He didn't need any more passengers. He found an arcanine police officer dumbfounded and staring upward, eyes darting up and down many times while looking from the linoon up towards the giant Lucario. He very carefully reached down and held the Linoone in a pinched hand before the arcanine. The maroon haired titan dropped them unceremoniously on the ground at the police dog’s feet. 

“Bomba, bomba bomba bomba…” The Linoone started to sputter, clearly out of his wits from the whole ordeal.

The Lucario thought that he should say something inspirational, this was his big moment to shine. “Remember to uh… dream big, and sit on… crime? I’ll work on that...” 

The Lucario didn't wait for any response from the people below, he leaned forward and did what he could to jump over a building to find a space where he could maybe get back down to normal. He jumped over buildings, danced around pedestrians, and grabbed spare bedsheets for makeshift cover of his nude form. Eventually the Lucario found a space, hunkered down, and concentrated on his aura, building and controlling it like he had before when the shrinking happened. Of course, he did this in as solitary a place as he could find. Only, if it worked, he didn't feel it. He just waited longer and longer until eventually the feeling came and he was back down to regular size. The bedsheet was going to make due as clothes until he could find his bag. 

“Uh… are you okay?” a different Lucario with a very stylish hat and jacket peeked from behind a building. “What’s your name?”

“Oh, yeah!” The nude Lucario started to nervously laugh. “I just uh… got pranked out of my clothes waaaaay over there. Uh… my name is…” 

“It’s Bombacario!” Before the bed sheet wrapped Lucario could finish naming himself, the other Lucario started to get closer. 

“What?” the Lucario was confused, but the now noticeably smaller Lucario pulled out a phone and showed him a video. 

Curiosity pulled him to watch it. The maroon haired Lucario squatted way down to get a better view, he had never seen a Lucario this small before. This smaller Lucario barely came up to his knees. Together the two Lucarios watched his gigantic hand holding a relatively toy sized Linoone to the police arcanine. This was filmed on a cell phone. The video ended with an unflattering upshot of his nude form of him posing in a heroic stance. Bombacario remembered at that time he was thinking of a cool thing to say, yet from this angle he looked absolutely stunning. He delivered his line, surprised by how loud his booming voice was. How much confidence and power reverberated around himself. He couldn't help but let out an audible “wow” as the video continued. 

After the titanic Lucario delivered his lines they did a titanic leap over a building, exposing himself fully to the person filming. Lucario couldn't help but blush, he closed his eyes and counted to 3 before continuing to watch the vide. The flustered Lucario hoped that the other Lucario didn't catch him losing his cool there. The massive Bombacario thundered away with audible steps getting harder to hear on the video. The camera focused on the now puny Linoone. The Linoone sputtered something about bombs and a Lucario. The title of the video going viral before his eyes: “Bombacario nude superhero”. 

“Oh my god.” Bombacario was at a loss for words.

“No, my name’s Ziggy. Need some clothes and some food? Let’s get you taken care of.” The smaller Lucario started to push the blushing Lucario towards a group of apartments. 

“Uh… T-that wasn’t me. I’m not him.” 

“Nice ass though, right?” Ziggy smugly said when they got to his place.

The Lucario sputtered, before hitting his head on a door frame for the first time in his life. Tomorrow he would try and find his stuff, or at least buy new clothes to wear. Where ever this was going for him, Bombacario was very grateful to somehow have been found by the best possible person. Ziggy helped find something he could wear, letting him shower and get himself in order before they talked about everything that happened. Both of them couldn't get over how much of a superhero story this was becoming. Perhaps a fashion icon wasn't what he was meant to do, maybe this newfound talent would lead him to a bigger destiny.