Wild Dragonite
Ralts Evo Tree Fan
This is the second fanfiction I've written, and it's already much longer than the first one I wrote. The first one was on a different universe, so don't go looking for it. Definitely NOT canon.
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Lily Ach was a woman on a mission. Actually, more like a reporter on a deadline.
She had been assigned to investigate a mysterious ring of underground Pokémon smugglers. Nothing too far off what she became famous for doing.
Lily Ach was the greatest female reporter in the five-region area. She was the one who let everyone know about Team Magma and Team Aqua, the one who tipped the International Police off about Cyrus- basically, she was somehow involved with anything that had to do with something big in the news. Not that she was prideful or anything. Today, she was interviewing the person in charge of the ring.
“It’s not like we do it to be illegal or nuthin’,” he said. “We just do it cuz we have no udder way of supportin’ our families. If we could be supportin’ members o’ society instead o’ the ones tryin’ to take it down, we’d do it. We just can’t cuz we can’t support our families otherwise.”
“Okay… but that doesn’t answer my question. Why have over fifty Pokémon you reported sold to Trainers suddenly gone missing?” She fingered her Pokéball, which held her favorite Pokémon, Froslass.
He looked uncomfortable at this. “We aren’t in league wit Plasma, if that’s what you’re hintin’. What dey do is what dey do, ‘n’ what we do is what we do. We’re not responsible fo’ the Trainers not bein’ able to keep track of their Pokémon,” he said, voice rich with his Hispanic accent. “We jus’ tryin’ to make some money fo’ our-”
“Your families, yes, you’ve made that very clear,” Lily interrupted, exhausted. “Famous reporter and they still treat me like dirt,” she muttered to herself. “So, tell me,” she continued, “What exactly do you do catch these Pokémon?”
“Well, most o’ dem are ordered by parents who can’t catch Pokémon demselves,” he said, turning to the vast lot behind him, full of captured Pokémon. “We tell dem that they should try talking to a Perfesser or sumthin’, but dey insist.” He sighed. “Their lack o’ effert keeps us workin’.”
Lily nodded, and took some notes on her pad. It was all starting to come together, but she wasn’t ready to put the topic to rest. “And what about the rarer varieties of Pokémon, the ‘shiny’ ones, as most Trainers call them?”
“Well, we charge extra fo’ dem. You know, the fact they’re so rare means we gotta keep chargin’ extra.”
She pressed on. “And what do you do if you get someone who wants, say, an evolved Pokémon, like a Tranquill?
“Well, dey just hafta pay a little more than usual, cuz dey evolve ‘n’ that takes labor. Y’know, more effort, more money.”
And now, the final nail. “Can you show me one of the Pokémon you’re evolving today?”
He paused for a long, long time for that question. “Pierre! Are we allowed to show reperters our wares?”
Pierre shrugged. “It might get them interested, and that means more money for us. Go ahead, show her the Kirlia we’re evolving today, Carlos.”
Carlos relented, and took Lily to a Kirlia, near the back of the warehouse. “Dis Kirlia is a special one fo’ one o’ our top clients,” he told her. “It’s a gift we’re giving to him. I can’t name names, ‘course.”
Lily wasn’t listening. She was too interested in the blue and orange Kirlia. She leaned in, saying, “You didn’t tell me it was shiny…”
Carlos caught the glimmer in her eye. “Interested? We can sell it to you fo’ 250,000 Poké…”
All of her notes on Kirlia came back. Emotion Pokémon. Capable of forming psychokinetic powers. But one look into her eyes took all those notes away. The Kirlia just seemed to want to get out…
If I could get you out of there without having to buy you, I would…
She wasn’t expecting a response, but that’s exactly what she got.
There is a way. But I don’t want to put you through the pain… it wouldn’t make me happy.
She leaned back a little. Never had a Pokémon respond to me like that… but you don’t seem happy anyway, she thought, leaning back in. Tell me, what’s your brilliant plan?
Kirlia looked away. It… it would be easier if I showed you. As I’m carrying it out.
Lily looked at Kirlia with an intense glare that would have chilled the hearts of Team Plasma members. Well, then, you’re just going to have to carry that plan out.
Kirlia looked back. Please don’t hate me for what I’m going to do…
What… was as far as she got before it happened.
She felt her conscious leave her body, and before she knew it, she was face-to-face with Kirlia’s consciousness. What I’m doing is switching our life forces. Everybody has them, but not many people can do what I can. I’m the only one who can, she said, voice full of pride.
Lily was confused. So, what happens because of this ‘life-force’ switch?
It’s actually pretty simple. You wake up in my body, I wake up in yours. We both retain all our memories- not that they do us much good- and begin our lives again.
Lily had a surge of outrage. You mean you’re basically stealing my body so that you can escape!
Kirlia shrank back. You were the one who said you’d get me out if you could… all I’m doing is helping you.
Lily pursed her lips. Kirlia was right, but she wasn’t really looking forward to trying to start life again as a Pokémon. She had always assumed she’d live to be old, and die happy. Now that was looking more and more like a pipe dream.
And… is there any way to reverse this at this stage?
Of course. If you’ve changed your mind, I can’t take over a reluctant host. Two minds, one body just doesn’t really work very well.
Lily thought about this for what seemed like an eternity. Life as a Pokémon, never having to worry about a deadline again in her life… instead having to worry about who caught you and how you felt about them…
It’s actually not as hard as you think it is. Most Pokémon go their entire life and never get caught by a Trainer. If you want, you can give me your Pokéball and I can hide it before we switch. Lily had forgotten Froslass, and quickly agreed. Now that that’s taken care of, are you ready?
Lily nodded her head. What’s really to get ready for?
Kirlia gave her a sad look. Oh, you really have no idea…
And with that, Lily’s body fell to the ground.
Carlos was the first to establish order. “Guise, guise, guise, don’t panic, don’t panic. Pierre, get over here. Everyone else, back t’ work.”
Pierre came over from the front desk. “So, what do we do?”
Carlos knelt down and felt her pulse. “Well, she still gotta pulse, so tossin’ the body’s outta the questin.”
Pierre nodded. “I think it was out of the question in the first place. Can’t go tossing the body of a famous reporter out, then they’d find us.”
“Yeah, and that’d be bad. You keep the guise in line, I’m takin’ her to de hospital. Jose, evolve dat Kirlia. I oughta be back soon. You know my number, call if sumthin’ comes up.”
Pierre nodded. “Will do.” Carlos slung the body over his shoulder and walked out of the warehouse. Jose grabbed a Rare Candy and moved over to the Kirlia.
Meanwhile, Lily was trying to figure out what to do inside her new body. Okay, so how do I stand up?
She had just figured it out when Pierre grabbed her and forced a Rare Candy down her throat.
She nearly gagged on it, but once it got down, she decided it tasted great. Then, of course the evolution decided to take that exact opportunity to get started.
She toppled over and began convulsing. She felt herself getting taller, felt something growing out of her chest, and felt the horns on her head shrink back. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she could feel her dress elongate around her legs.
After what felt like ages, it all stopped. She lay on the ground, face down, waiting for something to happen. After nothing did, she pushed herself up and looked around.
She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the International Police going from cage to cage, releasing and carrying out all the captured Pokémon. She heard two of the officers talking to each other as they opened her cage. “Boy, that Lily Ach is really good at what she does. Even in the confines of a hospital bed, she’ll still tell a great story.”
So I’m no longer Lily… she thought to herself as one of the officers carried her out. She held on to Froslass’s Pokéball, hoping nobody would notice. Kirlia never told me what she called herself… Spryte has a good ring to it…
Constructive criticism is appreciated.
Spryte and Glade
Rated: PG (Because there may be some things later on that people won't like, such as death)
Chapter One
Rated: PG (Because there may be some things later on that people won't like, such as death)
Chapter One
Lily Ach was a woman on a mission. Actually, more like a reporter on a deadline.
She had been assigned to investigate a mysterious ring of underground Pokémon smugglers. Nothing too far off what she became famous for doing.
Lily Ach was the greatest female reporter in the five-region area. She was the one who let everyone know about Team Magma and Team Aqua, the one who tipped the International Police off about Cyrus- basically, she was somehow involved with anything that had to do with something big in the news. Not that she was prideful or anything. Today, she was interviewing the person in charge of the ring.
“It’s not like we do it to be illegal or nuthin’,” he said. “We just do it cuz we have no udder way of supportin’ our families. If we could be supportin’ members o’ society instead o’ the ones tryin’ to take it down, we’d do it. We just can’t cuz we can’t support our families otherwise.”
“Okay… but that doesn’t answer my question. Why have over fifty Pokémon you reported sold to Trainers suddenly gone missing?” She fingered her Pokéball, which held her favorite Pokémon, Froslass.
He looked uncomfortable at this. “We aren’t in league wit Plasma, if that’s what you’re hintin’. What dey do is what dey do, ‘n’ what we do is what we do. We’re not responsible fo’ the Trainers not bein’ able to keep track of their Pokémon,” he said, voice rich with his Hispanic accent. “We jus’ tryin’ to make some money fo’ our-”
“Your families, yes, you’ve made that very clear,” Lily interrupted, exhausted. “Famous reporter and they still treat me like dirt,” she muttered to herself. “So, tell me,” she continued, “What exactly do you do catch these Pokémon?”
“Well, most o’ dem are ordered by parents who can’t catch Pokémon demselves,” he said, turning to the vast lot behind him, full of captured Pokémon. “We tell dem that they should try talking to a Perfesser or sumthin’, but dey insist.” He sighed. “Their lack o’ effert keeps us workin’.”
Lily nodded, and took some notes on her pad. It was all starting to come together, but she wasn’t ready to put the topic to rest. “And what about the rarer varieties of Pokémon, the ‘shiny’ ones, as most Trainers call them?”
“Well, we charge extra fo’ dem. You know, the fact they’re so rare means we gotta keep chargin’ extra.”
She pressed on. “And what do you do if you get someone who wants, say, an evolved Pokémon, like a Tranquill?
“Well, dey just hafta pay a little more than usual, cuz dey evolve ‘n’ that takes labor. Y’know, more effort, more money.”
And now, the final nail. “Can you show me one of the Pokémon you’re evolving today?”
He paused for a long, long time for that question. “Pierre! Are we allowed to show reperters our wares?”
Pierre shrugged. “It might get them interested, and that means more money for us. Go ahead, show her the Kirlia we’re evolving today, Carlos.”
Carlos relented, and took Lily to a Kirlia, near the back of the warehouse. “Dis Kirlia is a special one fo’ one o’ our top clients,” he told her. “It’s a gift we’re giving to him. I can’t name names, ‘course.”
Lily wasn’t listening. She was too interested in the blue and orange Kirlia. She leaned in, saying, “You didn’t tell me it was shiny…”
Carlos caught the glimmer in her eye. “Interested? We can sell it to you fo’ 250,000 Poké…”
All of her notes on Kirlia came back. Emotion Pokémon. Capable of forming psychokinetic powers. But one look into her eyes took all those notes away. The Kirlia just seemed to want to get out…
If I could get you out of there without having to buy you, I would…
She wasn’t expecting a response, but that’s exactly what she got.
There is a way. But I don’t want to put you through the pain… it wouldn’t make me happy.
She leaned back a little. Never had a Pokémon respond to me like that… but you don’t seem happy anyway, she thought, leaning back in. Tell me, what’s your brilliant plan?
Kirlia looked away. It… it would be easier if I showed you. As I’m carrying it out.
Lily looked at Kirlia with an intense glare that would have chilled the hearts of Team Plasma members. Well, then, you’re just going to have to carry that plan out.
Kirlia looked back. Please don’t hate me for what I’m going to do…
What… was as far as she got before it happened.
She felt her conscious leave her body, and before she knew it, she was face-to-face with Kirlia’s consciousness. What I’m doing is switching our life forces. Everybody has them, but not many people can do what I can. I’m the only one who can, she said, voice full of pride.
Lily was confused. So, what happens because of this ‘life-force’ switch?
It’s actually pretty simple. You wake up in my body, I wake up in yours. We both retain all our memories- not that they do us much good- and begin our lives again.
Lily had a surge of outrage. You mean you’re basically stealing my body so that you can escape!
Kirlia shrank back. You were the one who said you’d get me out if you could… all I’m doing is helping you.
Lily pursed her lips. Kirlia was right, but she wasn’t really looking forward to trying to start life again as a Pokémon. She had always assumed she’d live to be old, and die happy. Now that was looking more and more like a pipe dream.
And… is there any way to reverse this at this stage?
Of course. If you’ve changed your mind, I can’t take over a reluctant host. Two minds, one body just doesn’t really work very well.
Lily thought about this for what seemed like an eternity. Life as a Pokémon, never having to worry about a deadline again in her life… instead having to worry about who caught you and how you felt about them…
It’s actually not as hard as you think it is. Most Pokémon go their entire life and never get caught by a Trainer. If you want, you can give me your Pokéball and I can hide it before we switch. Lily had forgotten Froslass, and quickly agreed. Now that that’s taken care of, are you ready?
Lily nodded her head. What’s really to get ready for?
Kirlia gave her a sad look. Oh, you really have no idea…
And with that, Lily’s body fell to the ground.
Carlos was the first to establish order. “Guise, guise, guise, don’t panic, don’t panic. Pierre, get over here. Everyone else, back t’ work.”
Pierre came over from the front desk. “So, what do we do?”
Carlos knelt down and felt her pulse. “Well, she still gotta pulse, so tossin’ the body’s outta the questin.”
Pierre nodded. “I think it was out of the question in the first place. Can’t go tossing the body of a famous reporter out, then they’d find us.”
“Yeah, and that’d be bad. You keep the guise in line, I’m takin’ her to de hospital. Jose, evolve dat Kirlia. I oughta be back soon. You know my number, call if sumthin’ comes up.”
Pierre nodded. “Will do.” Carlos slung the body over his shoulder and walked out of the warehouse. Jose grabbed a Rare Candy and moved over to the Kirlia.
Meanwhile, Lily was trying to figure out what to do inside her new body. Okay, so how do I stand up?
She had just figured it out when Pierre grabbed her and forced a Rare Candy down her throat.
She nearly gagged on it, but once it got down, she decided it tasted great. Then, of course the evolution decided to take that exact opportunity to get started.
She toppled over and began convulsing. She felt herself getting taller, felt something growing out of her chest, and felt the horns on her head shrink back. She hadn’t thought it possible, but she could feel her dress elongate around her legs.
After what felt like ages, it all stopped. She lay on the ground, face down, waiting for something to happen. After nothing did, she pushed herself up and looked around.
She could hardly believe her eyes when she saw the International Police going from cage to cage, releasing and carrying out all the captured Pokémon. She heard two of the officers talking to each other as they opened her cage. “Boy, that Lily Ach is really good at what she does. Even in the confines of a hospital bed, she’ll still tell a great story.”
So I’m no longer Lily… she thought to herself as one of the officers carried her out. She held on to Froslass’s Pokéball, hoping nobody would notice. Kirlia never told me what she called herself… Spryte has a good ring to it…
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