[b][u][center]An Electrifying Transformation For Johnzaloog By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] If he hadn’t already seen their goons outside the building before he was caught, Hunter would have known exactly where he was as soon as he opened his eyes. The giant red Rs on the wall told him everything that he needed to know. Grunting, he sat himself up. A giant glass tube surrounded him on all sides, with something harder and firmer beneath him and over his head to keep him from standing up. He’d guess that he had maybe three feet of height between the two, just enough to sit up rather than stand. [i]Well, whoever got me took everything I could have used to get out of here,[/i] he thought. His pocketknife was gone, as was the little brick that he kept stashed in the bottom pocket of his pants. No roll of quarters, no knuckles that he could have improvised to try and smash out the glass. Not that it would have worked, more than likely, but he could have tried. No pokemon, either. Whoever had taken him out had stripped him of the couple of partners that he had. Just a rattata or two, but it would have been nice to have the company. All around him, different members of Team Rocket - whether scientists or thugs - moved about. Some attended to computers around his little container, while others were taking supplies from one part of the room to the other. Nobody seemed to be in charge, nobody watched him. Except one. Standing on a podium a few dozen feet away, slightly raised up compared to his own little tube, there was one Team Rocket administrator that had a grin on his face. He looked like he was ready to hurt someone, too. Then again, so did all the thugs. “Ugh...guess that was the welcome party,” Hunter muttered. “So, why am I in some egghead’s fish tank?” “You are honored to be given the chance to participate in Team Rocket’s latest recruitment drive.” “...Seriously?” “Yes. And you will be joining us, willingly or unwillingly. If you choose to join us of your own free will, you’ll even get the chance to stay a human being.” “...Pardon?” “Are you slow, perhaps?” “No, but I think you might be high.” He rapped his knuckles on the glass. Hard as he expected. “Let me outta here, man.” “I’m afraid not. This is a non-refusable offer.” “Yeah, well, I’m refusing.” “Think carefully on that.” “I am. I don’t want to be part of Team Rocket. Ever.” “A pity. You will be.” “Yeah? Says who?” “Says myself, of course. Administrator Archer. And soon to be master, as far as you are concerned.” The Rocket Admin turned to several of the scientists around him, nodding his head. They pressed a couple of buttons, pulled a few levers - “NNNGH!” And suddenly, the entirety of the little tube was awash with purple light. He grunted under his breath, pressing his hands to the sides of his head, but the purple was already sinking into him, grabbing at his brain and...and… [i]Obey…[/i] “What are you...what are you doing...to my head…” “There are certain bits of research left over from Giovanni’s days. While the subject that he created was never found again, we did discover what he used to amplify it, why it was one of the most powerful psychics to ever exist. Now, we can imitate that. Not to full strength, of course...but enough to warp certain parts of reality.” [i]Obey![/i] This time, the voice was louder, and he slumped forward, banging his forehead against the tube wall. He panted for breath as the purple light squeezed him from all sides, grabbing at him, pulling at him and pushing at him at the same time, somehow. [i]OBEY![/i] “Obey!” Hunter gasped out. [i]You will OBEY![/i] “I will obey!” he said, despite every effort not to. The pressure continued to build, while other parts of the purple light settled into the clothes he wore. They were slowly thinning out, he realized, breaking down, the psychic power breaking them down on a microscopic level. Hunter had nothing that he could do to slow it down, or even acknowledge it. He was too busy with the voice in his head - [i]You are not human.[/i] “Nnngh…” [i]You are not free.[/i] “I am...not…” [i]You are obedient.[/i] “I…” [i]You are a slave.[/i] “Nnnngh...ah…” [i]You...are...Pokemon![/i] Hunter spasmed, flopping around until his back was against the edge of the tube rather than his forehead. His breath came hard and fast as he was hit with the power of that psychic...whatever. The energy was rippling through him, forcing its own reality on his body and making him shake from head to toe. He couldn’t even speak as his clothes were finally ripped off. It didn’t even embarrass him, merely make him shiver in momentarily chills. After all… After all, Pokemon didn’t need clothes. The thought hit him hard, and he gasped as he arched his back, everything on display in the tube. He couldn’t think, could hardly breathe as the pressure continued to grind down on him, forcing him to display himself. Down between his legs, he felt his cock and balls flop down, hitting the cool metal under him. He squatted on the balls of his feet, unable to move, unable to shift position as he gasped for breath. The purple light pushed on him, and he...condensed, for lack of a better word. Hunter wheezed as he tried to pull in air, but there was only so much that he could get. Shrink, shrink, shrink, pulled smaller and smaller. From more than five and a half feet to five, then to four and a half, then to four. He was getting shorter, shorter, smaller, smaller. Everything tingled, his skin itching as something started to pop free of it. Hair? No, fur, fur that was thick and brown and a bit yellow in places. His vision blurred, his eyes growing as his head and mouth shrank. “Ah...ah…” [i]You are not human. You are not free. You are a Pokemon. You are a slave.[/i] “Slave…” It was getting harder and harder to form words as he shrank further and further. Hunter could hardly think, the pressure on his mind as great as the pressure on his body, taking away his ability to move, his ability to think for himself. His memory - CRACK! He slumped back, his eyes wide, his mouth open in shock. It was like someone had just snapped a harddrive, the memories inside winking out. Where he had come from, what he had been doing, who he was: it was all gone in the space of seconds. He just stared at the ceiling, feeling his body breaking, shifting, changing. His legs shortened, pulled up tight against his hips, so short that didn’t even squat anymore. Instead, he leaned back on his heels, his feet growing, narrowing, pressing out into long paws with soft pads along the bottom. His breath caught in his throat as something at the base of his spine cracked, shifting, pulling, growing, lengthening. [i]You are not human. You are a Pokemon. You are not free. You are a slave. You are not Hunter. You are Raichu.[/i] “Rai...chu…” His voice changed, his mouth forming the word differently as his nose pushed out and darkened. His ears slowly rolled along the side of his head, getting longer and curling back in a way that was most inhuman. The Raichu-becoming groaned, little sparks and shocks coming from his cheeks as they changed color. His body shrank, save for his belly, which puffed out a bit more. His stubby arms pulled up and to the sides, keeping them out of the way of his real power-house. Raichu panted for air, the pressure slowly releasing him. As his cock and balls pulled in, the former wrapped in a sheath and the latter pulled a bit further back than where they had rested previously, the pressure faded completely. The Rocket Administrator stepped forward, his hands clasped behind his back as he leaned toward the glass tube. “Who are you?” “Raichu,” the Raichu said. “Are you free?” “Raichu,” he said, shaking his head. “Then you will enter this pokeball, now.” Thunk. A small red and white ball landed in the tube with him. Raichu looked at it, then bumped his paw against it. It opened, swallowing him up and capturing him in seconds. His new life had just begun. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]