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What can I say? I'd been wanting to mess around with Hydreigon, and potentially Girafarig sometime, the switching of control between heads. Don't worry, I'm sure they're fine. 3 times the heads means 3 times the headpats, no?
“Well well well, what do we have here?” A gaunt looking scientist muttered tauntingly as they approached where you sat, bound tightly to a chair, surrounded by strange pieces of machinery and wiring, the large red R on their lab coat seeming to shine in the dreary lighting.
“Another Rat trying to snoop around in Team Rocket’s business I see? I suppose you weren’t informed of the upgrades to our… security measures since it got out that a kid somehow managed to break in. Teleporter Mazes, ha! That’s just an annoyance, much like you are…”
They stepped closer, bending down until you could almost feel their breath on your face “Care to tell us who you and your friends are? The last one wasn’t so… agreeable. I hope you have more common sense than she did. Tell us what we want to know, and we’ll spare you. We may even let you leave here with your Pokemon, seeing as how I’m in a good mood”
If your mouth wasn’t so dry, you’d spit at him, instead resorting to trying to headbutt the man, the bindings barely preventing you from touching him. “Like hell I will! I’d rather die than sell out my allies.”
The scientist, clearly unphased, backed away “Die? Who said anything about dying? I certainly didn’t. No no, that’s far too wasteful. If you aren’t going to be useful as an informant, then we’ll just have to make you useful in another way”
They’d smirk as they pulled out a remote, flipping a switch as the room roared to life with the sound of motors and electricity, illuminating a large, almost x-ray looking projector pointed directly at you. “I apologise for the placement. Our new business partners were fans of the ‘stereotypical evil lazer’ orientation, and I’m not confident in rearranging the device. All you need to know is that you will be made to serve Team Rocket, one way, or another~”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to attend to. But don’t worry, you’ll be in good hands in my absence”
They’d hand the remote off to a nearby grunt, before exiting out the doors, leaving you to face the device on your lonesome. You could hear the machinery around you rattling, as you imagined some progress bar was filling up, counting down to the activation of… whatever this was. A mind control beam? It certainly sounded like a mind control beam, and you weren’t going to let yourself be mind controlled by these scumbags! You tugged harder, straining the bindings as you felt the ones around your arms give a little, not enough to slip free, but enough to where you could feel the blood return to your hands.
The grunt grinned as the device powered on, energy crackling around you as the tube pulled back, lens opening up to reveal… a pokeball? Just a regular, ordinary, red and white pokeball. This was their evil weapon? More confused than anything, you didn’t react as a thin beam shot out from the ball, striking you in the chest, before rapidly expanding outwards into some kind of dim floodlight, your entire body tingling as you tried desperately to loosen the bindings enough to get yourself free
“Come on… budge!”
You fumbled with the straps binding you, only to watch in shock and horror as dark blue scales washed over your hands, your entire hand, save for your thumbs, melding together into rounded mitts, incapable of any kind of articulation, let alone enough dexterity to get yourself free.
You groan as you felt the bindings over your torso tighten. You looked down to see that your stomach, and entire lower half of your torso for that matter, had started to expand outwards, blue and magenta scales washing over them, while your upper torso was now covered in dark, almost pitch black… fur?
Your feet lost contact with the ground as your legs seemed to shrivel up, more blue scales running down them as they lost all semblance of form, devolving further and further as your feet completely vanished, shoes clattering to the ground as there was nothing left for them to contain. By this point, they just seemed more like fins or frills of cloth than anything that could be considered limbs, let alone legs.
As you questioned how you’d move around now, you almost immediately got your answer, as from your dark furred back, six thin appendages slowly sprouted out from behind you, using the slim gap your growing tail had formed between you and the chair to unfurl, flexing and swaying behind you. Despite looking and feeling nothing like wings, somehow you knew they were. Your wings. Powerful wings that could carry you and your master through the sky, just like- you groaned, shaking the thought out of your mind. The persistent whispers in your head were getting to you. Clearly the changes from that pokeball weren’t just intended to be physical. That was concerning…
By now, your torso had finished expanding, the magenta scales having finished climbing their way up to meet with your furred chest, forming two vertical bands over your far more rounded belly. Your hands, which hadn’t progressed at all since their loss of dexterity, suddenly began to change further, pushing out as they smoothed out into two almost perfectly round hollow spheres, the pink interior almost reminding you of the mouths of those weird pokedolls you’d see in toy stores. The dark fur seemed to ‘bloom’ out, exposing a magenta underside that didn’t seem too reminiscent of your current hair. But was really shocked you were the dark, beady eyes that were uncovered. Now the changes made sense. These weren’t hands anymore, they were… heads?
At this point you were certain of what you were becoming. Only one Pokemon had heads like that. You were becoming a Hydreigon… a fearsome, powerful dragon type. It made sense that they’d want such a pokemon, but perhaps you could use that power against them to free yourself! With that boost of resolve, you continued to struggle, using your new hand… mouths? To try and gnaw away at the bindings, hoping the grunt wouldn’t notice what you were doing. Thankfully, he didn’t, seeming far more interested in watching the rest of your changes, which were now focused on the one remaining part of your body that had been left unchanged until now… your head.
The whispers in your mind grew in number as you felt your neck lengthening, the dark black fur creeping up it as your hair separated out into pointed frills, almost reminiscent of a flower. You could feel the changes in your maw, tongue running over teeth that were sharp and pointed, only furthering to motivate your struggle, as you slowly managed to strain the bindings, the chair creaking under the force you were exerting. Or perhaps it was now your fully grown tail pushing against it, the large scaly appendage uncomfortably squished against its frame, but also providing much needed assistance in your plight.
The voices reached a cacophony, drowning out your own thoughts as they demanded you give in, that you obey. But you still resisted. You yelled out in rebellion, but all that came from your lengthening maw was a monstrous cry, your vocal cords already consumed by the changes.
Your face pushed out into a reptilian muzzle as the blue scales washed over it, removing the last semblances of humanity you had. But, you’d resisted the mental changes. You weren’t their puppet. Finally, you broke free of your bindings, the flimsy straps unable to contain your newfound power as you loomed over the Team Rocket Grunt, letting out a fearsome roar.
“Such strong willpower. But our organisation requires pokemon that will obey and do as we command, not a rebel. If you’d just given in, you could’ve had a much easier life as one of our loyal pokemon. Oh well~”
Before you could lunge at the grunt, your viewpoint suddenly shifted, a brief moment of vertigo washing over you, as you suddenly found yourself staring at the Grunt from a different angle, and worse, your body felt strange and numb, not responding to your commands as you could only glance around. You tried to question the Grunt, but all that came from your jaw was a mix of gurgles and growls. Then, your body started to move against your will.
Looking down at you was the head of a Hydreigon. The main head of a Hydreigon, staring at you with an expression of curiosity and confusion as it stretched its body, one that belonged to you just mere moments ago, and flexed its wings as it turned its attention to the Grunt. Against your hopes, it didn’t respond aggressively to their presence. No growls, no Dark Pulses or Flamethrowers directed towards them, even as you tried to egg them on, more growls and roars filling the room. If it could understand you, it certainly didn’t seem to be listening, as the Grunt grinned. “Sit” He commanded, and the Dragon immediately obeyed, tail wagging slowly behind it as it stared up at him
The Grunt pet the head of the Hydreigon, which affectionately leant into their hand against your protests, the man staring down at you with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, we’ll put you to good use as a loyal pokemon of Team Rocket. Maybe we can start by having you take down the other annoying pests that have been interrupting our organisation. Don’t want you to feel lonely without your friends~, who says we aren’t kind!” He’d chuckle, taking amusement in your attempts to struggle, only able to move the forearm you were now attached to, as he walked over, tapping the button of the pokeball that had started all of this to your snout. “Boop!” And with that, you felt yourself get sucked into the pokeball, now just another Pokemon serving under Team Rocket.
_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________27) ‘Caught’
“Well well well, what do we have here?” A gaunt looking scientist muttered tauntingly as they approached where you sat, bound tightly to a chair, surrounded by strange pieces of machinery and wiring, the large red R on their lab coat seeming to shine in the dreary lighting.
“Another Rat trying to snoop around in Team Rocket’s business I see? I suppose you weren’t informed of the upgrades to our… security measures since it got out that a kid somehow managed to break in. Teleporter Mazes, ha! That’s just an annoyance, much like you are…”
They stepped closer, bending down until you could almost feel their breath on your face “Care to tell us who you and your friends are? The last one wasn’t so… agreeable. I hope you have more common sense than she did. Tell us what we want to know, and we’ll spare you. We may even let you leave here with your Pokemon, seeing as how I’m in a good mood”
If your mouth wasn’t so dry, you’d spit at him, instead resorting to trying to headbutt the man, the bindings barely preventing you from touching him. “Like hell I will! I’d rather die than sell out my allies.”
The scientist, clearly unphased, backed away “Die? Who said anything about dying? I certainly didn’t. No no, that’s far too wasteful. If you aren’t going to be useful as an informant, then we’ll just have to make you useful in another way”
They’d smirk as they pulled out a remote, flipping a switch as the room roared to life with the sound of motors and electricity, illuminating a large, almost x-ray looking projector pointed directly at you. “I apologise for the placement. Our new business partners were fans of the ‘stereotypical evil lazer’ orientation, and I’m not confident in rearranging the device. All you need to know is that you will be made to serve Team Rocket, one way, or another~”
“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have an appointment to attend to. But don’t worry, you’ll be in good hands in my absence”
They’d hand the remote off to a nearby grunt, before exiting out the doors, leaving you to face the device on your lonesome. You could hear the machinery around you rattling, as you imagined some progress bar was filling up, counting down to the activation of… whatever this was. A mind control beam? It certainly sounded like a mind control beam, and you weren’t going to let yourself be mind controlled by these scumbags! You tugged harder, straining the bindings as you felt the ones around your arms give a little, not enough to slip free, but enough to where you could feel the blood return to your hands.
The grunt grinned as the device powered on, energy crackling around you as the tube pulled back, lens opening up to reveal… a pokeball? Just a regular, ordinary, red and white pokeball. This was their evil weapon? More confused than anything, you didn’t react as a thin beam shot out from the ball, striking you in the chest, before rapidly expanding outwards into some kind of dim floodlight, your entire body tingling as you tried desperately to loosen the bindings enough to get yourself free
“Come on… budge!”
You fumbled with the straps binding you, only to watch in shock and horror as dark blue scales washed over your hands, your entire hand, save for your thumbs, melding together into rounded mitts, incapable of any kind of articulation, let alone enough dexterity to get yourself free.
You groan as you felt the bindings over your torso tighten. You looked down to see that your stomach, and entire lower half of your torso for that matter, had started to expand outwards, blue and magenta scales washing over them, while your upper torso was now covered in dark, almost pitch black… fur?
Your feet lost contact with the ground as your legs seemed to shrivel up, more blue scales running down them as they lost all semblance of form, devolving further and further as your feet completely vanished, shoes clattering to the ground as there was nothing left for them to contain. By this point, they just seemed more like fins or frills of cloth than anything that could be considered limbs, let alone legs.
As you questioned how you’d move around now, you almost immediately got your answer, as from your dark furred back, six thin appendages slowly sprouted out from behind you, using the slim gap your growing tail had formed between you and the chair to unfurl, flexing and swaying behind you. Despite looking and feeling nothing like wings, somehow you knew they were. Your wings. Powerful wings that could carry you and your master through the sky, just like- you groaned, shaking the thought out of your mind. The persistent whispers in your head were getting to you. Clearly the changes from that pokeball weren’t just intended to be physical. That was concerning…
By now, your torso had finished expanding, the magenta scales having finished climbing their way up to meet with your furred chest, forming two vertical bands over your far more rounded belly. Your hands, which hadn’t progressed at all since their loss of dexterity, suddenly began to change further, pushing out as they smoothed out into two almost perfectly round hollow spheres, the pink interior almost reminding you of the mouths of those weird pokedolls you’d see in toy stores. The dark fur seemed to ‘bloom’ out, exposing a magenta underside that didn’t seem too reminiscent of your current hair. But was really shocked you were the dark, beady eyes that were uncovered. Now the changes made sense. These weren’t hands anymore, they were… heads?
At this point you were certain of what you were becoming. Only one Pokemon had heads like that. You were becoming a Hydreigon… a fearsome, powerful dragon type. It made sense that they’d want such a pokemon, but perhaps you could use that power against them to free yourself! With that boost of resolve, you continued to struggle, using your new hand… mouths? To try and gnaw away at the bindings, hoping the grunt wouldn’t notice what you were doing. Thankfully, he didn’t, seeming far more interested in watching the rest of your changes, which were now focused on the one remaining part of your body that had been left unchanged until now… your head.
The whispers in your mind grew in number as you felt your neck lengthening, the dark black fur creeping up it as your hair separated out into pointed frills, almost reminiscent of a flower. You could feel the changes in your maw, tongue running over teeth that were sharp and pointed, only furthering to motivate your struggle, as you slowly managed to strain the bindings, the chair creaking under the force you were exerting. Or perhaps it was now your fully grown tail pushing against it, the large scaly appendage uncomfortably squished against its frame, but also providing much needed assistance in your plight.
The voices reached a cacophony, drowning out your own thoughts as they demanded you give in, that you obey. But you still resisted. You yelled out in rebellion, but all that came from your lengthening maw was a monstrous cry, your vocal cords already consumed by the changes.
Your face pushed out into a reptilian muzzle as the blue scales washed over it, removing the last semblances of humanity you had. But, you’d resisted the mental changes. You weren’t their puppet. Finally, you broke free of your bindings, the flimsy straps unable to contain your newfound power as you loomed over the Team Rocket Grunt, letting out a fearsome roar.
“Such strong willpower. But our organisation requires pokemon that will obey and do as we command, not a rebel. If you’d just given in, you could’ve had a much easier life as one of our loyal pokemon. Oh well~”
Before you could lunge at the grunt, your viewpoint suddenly shifted, a brief moment of vertigo washing over you, as you suddenly found yourself staring at the Grunt from a different angle, and worse, your body felt strange and numb, not responding to your commands as you could only glance around. You tried to question the Grunt, but all that came from your jaw was a mix of gurgles and growls. Then, your body started to move against your will.
Looking down at you was the head of a Hydreigon. The main head of a Hydreigon, staring at you with an expression of curiosity and confusion as it stretched its body, one that belonged to you just mere moments ago, and flexed its wings as it turned its attention to the Grunt. Against your hopes, it didn’t respond aggressively to their presence. No growls, no Dark Pulses or Flamethrowers directed towards them, even as you tried to egg them on, more growls and roars filling the room. If it could understand you, it certainly didn’t seem to be listening, as the Grunt grinned. “Sit” He commanded, and the Dragon immediately obeyed, tail wagging slowly behind it as it stared up at him
The Grunt pet the head of the Hydreigon, which affectionately leant into their hand against your protests, the man staring down at you with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, we’ll put you to good use as a loyal pokemon of Team Rocket. Maybe we can start by having you take down the other annoying pests that have been interrupting our organisation. Don’t want you to feel lonely without your friends~, who says we aren’t kind!” He’d chuckle, taking amusement in your attempts to struggle, only able to move the forearm you were now attached to, as he walked over, tapping the button of the pokeball that had started all of this to your snout. “Boop!” And with that, you felt yourself get sucked into the pokeball, now just another Pokemon serving under Team Rocket.
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