Pokenutter
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3:30 PM
Route 120
Devon pushed his way through the tall grass, and muttered about how ridiculous this foray was.
He had been recently informed that a strange Pokémon had been sighted on the west side of Fortree City. However, here he was on the east side, running an errand for his parents. All of his friends were skirting the grass on the other end of town, looking for a Mew, whether that was what was sighted or not. He, however, was doomed to spend the day shopping for Max Potions in Lilycove City. He cursed his luck.
He moved quickly and quietly, worried about several things at once. First off, he had no Pokémon. He wasn't a trainer yet, but that Legendary would make for a skilled first catch.
His second worry was about poachers. Many had been active in this area, and some were more ruthless than others. Still, the chances of encountering one were minisc- hey!
Devon was jerked upwards by his ankle. The next thing he knew, he was suspended ten feet in the air, a lassoed rope tied to his foot.
He mentally checked himself. The chances of meeting a poacher were small. The chance of falling into one of their traps, however…
He hung in the trap, scared for his life. He was defenseless, to humans and Pokémon alike. He wasn't sure who to call for. He had left his cell at home, and couldn't ring up his parents. All he had was his wallet, which had just enough money for a call home on a payphone and two Max Potions. He wasn't going to be able to bribe anybody into helping him down.
Still, within about twenty minutes, he began to panic. He had managed to climb up his leg and then the rope to prevent the blood from rushing to his head, but already he was running out of strength. He had seen some Surskit and Linoone run by, but nothing that looked particularly threatening.
Before he could start shouting for help, however, a new Pokémon approached. He thought for a minute, and identified this newcomer as an Absol. He dangled down, and shouted to her.
"Hey! Um, hello. I'm kind of stuck here. I don't know how to get down. So, could you help me out? Please?"
She cocked he head to the side. Devon took that as a sign of confusion. "Come on, I'll owe you a favor! I never break a promise! Please help me down."
The Absol swung her head to the other side, and Devon fell. He looked up in time to see a Razor Wind attack spin off into the distance. He turned to look for his savior, but she had vanished. He shouted, "But I haven't fulfilled my end of the bargain yet!"
No answer came, so he settled for a hurried, "Thank you!" before running off.
***
The Forest Hag lived alone in the woods surrounding route 120. She had long ago cast away the need for other people in favor of Science.
The Pokémon were her only friends now. They came for many reasons, but they all knew and liked her to some degree. She knew because the serum she had injected herself with twelve years ago allowed for perfect comprehension of their language.
Her train of thought was interrupted by an Absol who bounded through her open window. The Absol spoke to her, and she smiled.
"Interesting…"
***
Devon was not having a good night. He had arrived in Lilycove just as twilight fell. He had phoned home about the trap, and his parents weren't pleased. They told him to come home, but, if night fell before he arrived home, they would forgive his stopping to get some sleep. From there, he trekked for an hour, but only reached the middle of Route 120. He decided that it would be an okay place to sleep.
***
At midnight, the Forest Hag was prepared to grant the Absol's request. Science had once again prevailed, and a new Serum was ready.
"Alright, my pretty. Let's see who owes you a favor."
The Absol led the Forest Hag through the forest, occasionally stopping to sniff the air. Eventually, after a half-hour of searching, they arrived at the sleeping form of Devon, the boy who was saved.
The Forest Hag readied two needles. She injected the first, a tranquillizer to stop him from waking until morning. The second contained the Serum. She injected it through his arm, and turned to the Absol.
"He will wake at exactly 6 AM tomorrow. He will turn at 9. Enjoy him."
She rose to leave. The Absol uttered three distinct syllables, and the Forest Hag briefly turned.
"Oh, no, anything for a friend!"
***
Devon woke the next morning with a splitting headache. He had some trouble standing, and walking was torture. He took a rest instead of going anywhere else, and the headache didn't vanish for another 2 hours. However, the moment it vanished, he was on the road again. His ETA was an hour and a half.
One hour later, he passed the rope trap. It was still cut from the other day. Simply seeing it made him hurt.
However, even as he turned away, the pain continued. He tried walking, but somehow he felt sluggish.
The pain suddenly crescendoed. He felt as if a million tiny drills were boring into his skin. Droplets of blood began to appear in areas of his body.
Without warning, white hair burst out of every single hair follicle on his skin. Each individual hair felt like a spear shooting out of his skin.
He howled in pain. He was more affected by the pain of the experience than by the sudden appearance of a thick coat of fur. He began to relax for a minute, but immediately panicked when he noticed the fur all over his body. He felt the fur on his face loosen, and then watched as it fell off. He was then surprised again to feel shorter fur materialize it its place.
He had completely frozen up. He wasn't sure if it was due to this strange metamorphosis, or if it was due to fear.
There was a cracking sound, and his innards screamed in pain. He felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he looked down. Bloodstained ribs were poking out of his chest. Suddenly, all he could think about was how his shirt was ruined.
The bones morphed, and shrank back into his chest. His hands cracked and contorted, and reworked themselves into paws. His legs and arms twisted and snapped, and became a set of four legs. His feet shrank, and his shoes fell off. He could see paws. He was suddenly quadrupedal.
He felt a strange sensation across his body, and realized that he was shrinking. All he could do was watch as the world around him grew bigger.
Once he was finished shrinking, he felt his face begin to change. His nose shrank back into his face as his mouth and chin pushed forward. A small canine muzzle now dominated the bottom half of his face. Somewhere in his brain, a switch was flipped, and it was as though he was seeing the world on a whole new sensory level. His eyes widened as every scent within a mile met his nostrils. He could identify every individual one, even those he wouldn't have recognized before.
He was jolted back to reality as his eyes pushed apart ever so slightly. The fur on his head grew out and fell to the left side of his head. A burning sensation on the right side of his head evolved into a sharp, sudden pain as a single bony horn punched through his skin.
His spine suddenly extended outwards, and skin coated what was now a tail. He stood unsteadily as the sudden, sensory overload ended. He smelled someone approach, and turned to face whoever it was.
Another Absol stood ten paces behind him. No… It was THE Absol. The one who freed him yesterday.
I am glad to see that you are unharmed.
It wasn't that she spoke those words. It was more like she said something different, but the true meaning of those words were quickly translated for him.
Don't worry. I won't hurt you.
He decided to try speaking.
Why?...
You owed me a favor, and I was desperate.
For what?
Even among my own kind, I am an outsider. I cannot relate to anyone else here. I desired companionship.
Companionship?
Yes. The kind that no human can provide. Please understand.
He was finally lucid enough to string together a complete sentence.
Wait. What about my friends and family? What will they think if I just disappear? And besides, why should I trust you?
The Absol smiled. It wasn't a malicious smile, nor a happy one. It was simple understanding.
It is wise to trust me, because from this point on, I'm all you've got.
***
This story began as a request from my sister. I had just completed a Beedrill TF, and was looking for a new way to stretch my creative muscles. I've already gotten feedback on deviantART, and I'd like to know what the people on BMGF think.
Route 120
Devon pushed his way through the tall grass, and muttered about how ridiculous this foray was.
He had been recently informed that a strange Pokémon had been sighted on the west side of Fortree City. However, here he was on the east side, running an errand for his parents. All of his friends were skirting the grass on the other end of town, looking for a Mew, whether that was what was sighted or not. He, however, was doomed to spend the day shopping for Max Potions in Lilycove City. He cursed his luck.
He moved quickly and quietly, worried about several things at once. First off, he had no Pokémon. He wasn't a trainer yet, but that Legendary would make for a skilled first catch.
His second worry was about poachers. Many had been active in this area, and some were more ruthless than others. Still, the chances of encountering one were minisc- hey!
Devon was jerked upwards by his ankle. The next thing he knew, he was suspended ten feet in the air, a lassoed rope tied to his foot.
He mentally checked himself. The chances of meeting a poacher were small. The chance of falling into one of their traps, however…
He hung in the trap, scared for his life. He was defenseless, to humans and Pokémon alike. He wasn't sure who to call for. He had left his cell at home, and couldn't ring up his parents. All he had was his wallet, which had just enough money for a call home on a payphone and two Max Potions. He wasn't going to be able to bribe anybody into helping him down.
Still, within about twenty minutes, he began to panic. He had managed to climb up his leg and then the rope to prevent the blood from rushing to his head, but already he was running out of strength. He had seen some Surskit and Linoone run by, but nothing that looked particularly threatening.
Before he could start shouting for help, however, a new Pokémon approached. He thought for a minute, and identified this newcomer as an Absol. He dangled down, and shouted to her.
"Hey! Um, hello. I'm kind of stuck here. I don't know how to get down. So, could you help me out? Please?"
She cocked he head to the side. Devon took that as a sign of confusion. "Come on, I'll owe you a favor! I never break a promise! Please help me down."
The Absol swung her head to the other side, and Devon fell. He looked up in time to see a Razor Wind attack spin off into the distance. He turned to look for his savior, but she had vanished. He shouted, "But I haven't fulfilled my end of the bargain yet!"
No answer came, so he settled for a hurried, "Thank you!" before running off.
***
The Forest Hag lived alone in the woods surrounding route 120. She had long ago cast away the need for other people in favor of Science.
The Pokémon were her only friends now. They came for many reasons, but they all knew and liked her to some degree. She knew because the serum she had injected herself with twelve years ago allowed for perfect comprehension of their language.
Her train of thought was interrupted by an Absol who bounded through her open window. The Absol spoke to her, and she smiled.
"Interesting…"
***
Devon was not having a good night. He had arrived in Lilycove just as twilight fell. He had phoned home about the trap, and his parents weren't pleased. They told him to come home, but, if night fell before he arrived home, they would forgive his stopping to get some sleep. From there, he trekked for an hour, but only reached the middle of Route 120. He decided that it would be an okay place to sleep.
***
At midnight, the Forest Hag was prepared to grant the Absol's request. Science had once again prevailed, and a new Serum was ready.
"Alright, my pretty. Let's see who owes you a favor."
The Absol led the Forest Hag through the forest, occasionally stopping to sniff the air. Eventually, after a half-hour of searching, they arrived at the sleeping form of Devon, the boy who was saved.
The Forest Hag readied two needles. She injected the first, a tranquillizer to stop him from waking until morning. The second contained the Serum. She injected it through his arm, and turned to the Absol.
"He will wake at exactly 6 AM tomorrow. He will turn at 9. Enjoy him."
She rose to leave. The Absol uttered three distinct syllables, and the Forest Hag briefly turned.
"Oh, no, anything for a friend!"
***
Devon woke the next morning with a splitting headache. He had some trouble standing, and walking was torture. He took a rest instead of going anywhere else, and the headache didn't vanish for another 2 hours. However, the moment it vanished, he was on the road again. His ETA was an hour and a half.
One hour later, he passed the rope trap. It was still cut from the other day. Simply seeing it made him hurt.
However, even as he turned away, the pain continued. He tried walking, but somehow he felt sluggish.
The pain suddenly crescendoed. He felt as if a million tiny drills were boring into his skin. Droplets of blood began to appear in areas of his body.
Without warning, white hair burst out of every single hair follicle on his skin. Each individual hair felt like a spear shooting out of his skin.
He howled in pain. He was more affected by the pain of the experience than by the sudden appearance of a thick coat of fur. He began to relax for a minute, but immediately panicked when he noticed the fur all over his body. He felt the fur on his face loosen, and then watched as it fell off. He was then surprised again to feel shorter fur materialize it its place.
He had completely frozen up. He wasn't sure if it was due to this strange metamorphosis, or if it was due to fear.
There was a cracking sound, and his innards screamed in pain. He felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he looked down. Bloodstained ribs were poking out of his chest. Suddenly, all he could think about was how his shirt was ruined.
The bones morphed, and shrank back into his chest. His hands cracked and contorted, and reworked themselves into paws. His legs and arms twisted and snapped, and became a set of four legs. His feet shrank, and his shoes fell off. He could see paws. He was suddenly quadrupedal.
He felt a strange sensation across his body, and realized that he was shrinking. All he could do was watch as the world around him grew bigger.
Once he was finished shrinking, he felt his face begin to change. His nose shrank back into his face as his mouth and chin pushed forward. A small canine muzzle now dominated the bottom half of his face. Somewhere in his brain, a switch was flipped, and it was as though he was seeing the world on a whole new sensory level. His eyes widened as every scent within a mile met his nostrils. He could identify every individual one, even those he wouldn't have recognized before.
He was jolted back to reality as his eyes pushed apart ever so slightly. The fur on his head grew out and fell to the left side of his head. A burning sensation on the right side of his head evolved into a sharp, sudden pain as a single bony horn punched through his skin.
His spine suddenly extended outwards, and skin coated what was now a tail. He stood unsteadily as the sudden, sensory overload ended. He smelled someone approach, and turned to face whoever it was.
Another Absol stood ten paces behind him. No… It was THE Absol. The one who freed him yesterday.
I am glad to see that you are unharmed.
It wasn't that she spoke those words. It was more like she said something different, but the true meaning of those words were quickly translated for him.
Don't worry. I won't hurt you.
He decided to try speaking.
Why?...
You owed me a favor, and I was desperate.
For what?
Even among my own kind, I am an outsider. I cannot relate to anyone else here. I desired companionship.
Companionship?
Yes. The kind that no human can provide. Please understand.
He was finally lucid enough to string together a complete sentence.
Wait. What about my friends and family? What will they think if I just disappear? And besides, why should I trust you?
The Absol smiled. It wasn't a malicious smile, nor a happy one. It was simple understanding.
It is wise to trust me, because from this point on, I'm all you've got.
***
This story began as a request from my sister. I had just completed a Beedrill TF, and was looking for a new way to stretch my creative muscles. I've already gotten feedback on deviantART, and I'd like to know what the people on BMGF think.
