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[b][u][center]A Futile Attempt at Capture

For pandafromjaf

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The waterways of Kanto were long and even, which was great for regular travelers that just wanted to get from one city to another. For Trainers, however, it meant that they had to search high and low for any Pokemon willing to come out of the water or the long grass to join their teams. Trent was one of the more experienced trainers, but that didn’t mean that he was going to have any more luck than the newbies wandering up and down the route. If anything, it just meant that he knew that he was going to have to work most of the day to find anything interesting.

The dark-haired young man bypassed a few Spearows and Pidgeys, ignored the Rattattas that were everywhere, and focused on the waterway that went by the trees and the long stretches of grass. Every so often, he spotted something small, something that flickered through the water. Magikarp aplenty, of course, but here and there, he spotted a Goldeen, or a Horsea. They weren’t bad, but Trent wanted something different, something a little more…impressive.

He followed the narrow, safe line between the water and the grass, keeping his head down and moving quietly. He only had one Pokeball on him today; all his Pokemon were back at the center, waiting to be seen to by the nurses. For now, he would have to keep his head in the game and hope that he could catch something without weakening it.

The path led to a small stand of trees, and from there, he found a small clearing. He was just about to move on when a bit of sunlight glittered off of something wet. Wet…and blue.

[i]No way…[/i]

Trent leaned against the tree, peering around it at the middle of the clearing. There, resting in the leaves, was a Vaporeon. There was no doubt about it; nothing else had that sheen, that shimmer, that smoothness. Rare as hell, they were almost never found properly in the wild, only as evolutions of the Eevee colonies.

[i]My lucky day…[/i]

It couldn’t have been any luckier. The Vaporeon was sleeping, it was completely unaware of its surroundings, and it didn’t know he was here. Just a little more luck, and he’d have it sealed in the Pokeball before it knew it.

[i]And if it doesn’t work, then it’ll be confused enough that I can run like hell…[/i]

Trent took a deep breath as he pulled the Pokeball from his waist. He tapped his thumb against the ball’s button, looked around the tree again, and kissed the ball for luck.

“Here goes nothing…”

Grunting, he whipped around the tree and threw the Pokeball. It soared through the air, spinning round and round as it went. Red, white, red, white, red -

Thunk.

It stopped, caught in the Vaporeon’s left paw. Trent blinked as the Water-type unfolded itself from its nap, looking back at him with knowing eyes that were suddenly far too intelligent for any Eevee-lution.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm. Trying to sneak up on me, hmm?”

“...What…how…”

“Heh, let’s just say that I’m not an average Vaporeon,” it said, chuckling as it sat up and tossed the ball from paw to paw. “But you’re just an average trainer, aren’t you? Going around, throwing these puny little things at innocent Pokemon and bending them to your will. Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

He couldn’t look away. This wasn’t possible. Pokemon didn’t talk. They just…didn’t. How the hell was it doing this? For that matter, how in the hell had it stopped the ball from hitting it and capturing it?

“Look at you. Completely slack jawed. Heh. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were trying to capture me, I might just let you go. It’s funny enough.”

“Let me - what - you can’t do anything to me.”

“Heh. Any Vaporeon could do a [i]lot[/i] to you. I could hit you with a Water Gun so strong that you’d be riding a river back to town. I could send you to the hospital with a tiny bite. I could do so many things to you…

“But I think what I really need to do…is teach you a lesson. How do you think it feels to lose your mind, hmm?”

The ball was still going from paw to paw, clicking quietly every time that it made contact before getting thrown to the other one. There was something ominous about the sound, and he couldn’t shake a feeling of growing dread.

“Are you listening to me?”

“I…I…” Trent swallowed. “Look, I think that this was all just a misunderstanding. I’ll just - I’ll just go.”

“Heh. Oh, I bet you’d like to do that. Buuuuuut I don’t think I’m going to let you.”

“But -”

“Catch!”

The ball flashed as the Vaporeon threw it back at him. For a moment, it went from red and white to pure blue, only to shift back a split-second later. And then -

Thunk!

The ball hit him. No ball should have been able to catch humans, and he thought he was safe…until the ball opened and turned red on the inside.

“No. No, no, noooooo!”

Trent screamed as he was sucked into the Pokeball, his body disintegrating and shrinking down. He lost his sense of hearing, sight, taste, scent, everything but touch, and even that last one was barely there as he was broken down and sucked in. He lost track of the world around him, sucked down, down, down into the ball.

In the darkness, in the emptiness where he could see, hear, and smell nothing, he felt pressure. That had to be the ball, the still-thinking part of his panicking mind decided. That was the Pokeball closing around him, sealing itself around the energy-shape that he’d been given.

[i]How…what…this…[/i]

This wasn’t possible. This was a dream, no, a nightmare. A human couldn’t be caught by Pokeballs.

But then again, Vaporeons couldn’t talk, either.

As he huffed and shivered, throwing his little ball-self against his new prison. It never shifted, never changed, and the more that he fought against it, the more tired that he felt, and worse…worse, the less cohesive he felt.

[i]What…what…[/i]

The tightness around his shape grew, and as it did, it felt like walls coming down around his mind. One flat wall, then another, and another until it became a cell, pressing at him from all sides and above and below. Trent screamed, trying to force himself to keep thinking -

Click.

Click? What was that supposed to - no. The ball. It was shaking, and that was the first click. He screamed, but there was no sound. He shook, but he could barely feel anything around him. He tried to think…

But the walls kept cutting it off.

[i]I need to -[/i]

Cut off.

[i]If I could just -[/i]

Cut off.

[i]Why can’t I -[/i]

Cut off.

Every single time, shut down, and each time, the cell around his mind shrunk further, making the next thought that much harder. It was almost like his mind was being condensed, losing the room for thoughts to grow or expand. He was getting choked out in his head, and…and there was something…

Something else growing…

[i]Gi…Giraf…[/i]

It almost sounded like him, but not talking like him. It had other thoughts, thoughts of trees and grass and the occasional little shimmer of double-vision.

[i]Girafarig…[/i]

Trent grunted, feeling as if the ball was getting smaller around him. He rattled from one side to the other again -

Click.

The second click. That…that meant something. There was…how many more? How many more clicks until he was completely trapped?

Cut off.

The thought disappeared and was replaced with something else. The tightness of the ball around him was pressing on him in a different way, as if he wasn’t even a human-shaped blob of energy anymore. He tried to move, only to feel like he didn’t have the same…same way of moving. Not two legs, but four. Not a head on shoulders, but a head on a neck that was getting longer, and a second head on a tail, and -

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

And his brain wasn’t in the upper head. Trent tried to shake it off, tried to protest that he was human, but -

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

But what was that supposed to be? What did he look like? Why…why couldn’t he remember? What was -

Cut off.

No, he couldn’t -

Cut off.

He -

Cut off.

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

Girafarig’s tail.

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

He was -

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

Stuck as -

[i]Girafarig.[/i]

Girafarig’s tail.

Click.

The third click was followed by a loud hum, droning out his old thoughts of himself as Trent, the trainer. Now…now he was Trent…Trent that happened to be a Girafarig…and who was slowly getting pushed back to the [i]other[/i] head…

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A human trainer tries to capture the wrong Vaporeon and ends up getting royally mind-fucked.

Tags: No Sex, Transformation, Vaporeon, Reality Warping, Transformation, Mind Fuck, Mind Control, Kinda Dark, Girafarig, Human,