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"AAAAAAAAARGH!", I exclaimed. "WHAT HAPPENED TO MY COCK!", I shouted as I stared at my privates in horror. It was gone, everything was gone and was instead replaced by a gaping hole.

In my outburst I had woken some of the other pokémon here, or at least drawn their attention; because more than half of them were staring at me in either annoyance, curiosity or concern as I slumped down onto the bed. My brain made a point of saying that it probably wasn't permanent... well, at least once I turned back into a human, that is. I resigned myself into the deepest feelings of sorrow and hopelessness, emotions which I didn't usually encounter that often; but now them and my problems were all too real.

My brain tried feebly to cheer me up again. 'At least you could now see what it feels like to be on the female side of sex?', my brain suggested, plunging me even deeper into the ocean of sorrow. Now my brain was being added onto the hit-list for the later consideration of its fate after trying and failing dreadfully at trying to cheer me up. Or maybe it was working against me as well. Great, there's a conspiracy club against me: the membership list including the light thingy, the world in general, and my very own consciousness. What lovely friends I've made over the course of my life.

By now nurse Joy, the same woman with the same pink hair (I still didn't have a clue as to what reproduction process they used to make every one look exactly the same), had made it into the room to examine what all of the commotion, specifically my commotion, was about. I stared up at her with fearful eyes. Judging by my luck, anything could go wrong at any second: a plane crashing through the ceiling; people armed to the teeth with weapons bursting through the doorway; a doctor (Well, actually a nurse) diagnosing me with cancer. There were infinite numbers of possibilities for what terrible thing could happen next; and I did not want to be a part of any of them.

It seemed as if Joy had picked up on my fear, which was clearly expressed by my wide eyes and protective stance. However, she didn't know why I was being so nervous, so she took her best guess.

"It's alright, girl. You're in a pokémon centre, where we make pokémon better, okay? I'm not going to hurt you."

Being called 'girl' just brought back all of the feelings I had experienced only a couple of minutes ago, but they were quickly overtaken by my annoyance. The amount I wanted to shout at her how I wasn't just a dumb animal, but instead a human. A male human at that. However I got the suspicion that she wouldn't be able to understand me; instead hearing a series of indistinguishable 'poochy's, 'yena's and, prepare yourselves to be amazed by the awesomeness which is the pokémon dialect, a few whole 'poochyena's. Nevertheless, I tried anyway.

"Where am I?", I asked. Unfortunately, my suspicions were proved correct.

"I'm sorry, but humans can't understand pokémon. Let's get you fixed up and on your way to see the trainer who found you."

I sighed and collapsed in defeat. Wait... did she say trainer? I suddenly felt the need to escape this place, and fast. That trainer was most likely going to try and capture me, and I didn't feel the motivation to let that happen. No way after going through all of this was I going to become a human's battle slave, at least not until I've gotten my revenge on the thing that did this to me. I quickly started to formulate a plan while Joy was checking on some of the other pokémon.

All of the windows in this room were closed, and the door would be too heavy to open by myself. I sighed inwardly and decided to wait until Joy brought me out of this room. Maybe I could make an escape once I was out into the open lobby. After a few minutes of sitting there, Joy had finished what she was doing and turned to talk to me. I didn't get why Joy bothered to talk to me since most pokémon can't fully understand humans, but I guessed that a gentle voice might calm down some of the pokémon that were brought here. Either that or nurse Joy really needed to get out and socialise more in her spare time.

"Come on, let's get you out of here", she explained as she approached my bed.

Once she was within reach, her hands moved towards me and under my belly, picking me up as if I weighed nothing. I contemplated biting her out of spite of her treating me like a scared animal, but I reluctantly let her carry me out; my tiny body being cradled in her too-gentle arms. At least if she had been even the slightest bit rough with me, I could have gotten some sense of pride out of myself; but at the moment I was being treated like a scared child, and it just made me feel even more like one too. However, at the moment she was my only way out of here, and even though I was tempted to do something, I didn't want to lose the opportunity of escaping this place.

We emerged from the door into a hallway, which in turn led to a set of double doors which opened out into the pokémon centre's lobby. I tensed up; it was either now or never as she walked over to where a young trainer was standing next to what was presumably his squirtle. He looked like he would be a kind and caring trainer, but that didn't change any of my motivations. I tried to remember his face so maybe in the future I could say hello to him and say sorry for the scene I was about to create in front of him.

From the corner of my eye I saw a trainer head towards the centre's exit. I mentally apologised to Joy as I sunk my teeth into her arm, causing her to cry out in pain while she was forced to drop me. I bolted to the door just as it opened for the startled trainer that I sprinted past. I kept running for at least ten minutes, putting as much distance possible between me and the town. Even though I was only a (presumably) low level pokémon, I had bitten nurse Joy and some of the trainers may have chased after me.

As I slowed down I noticed that I didn't have anyone following me. I mentally thanked the Run Away ability; at least that didn't seem to want to screw me over. Despite the fact that I had been sprinting for the last ten minutes, I was surprisingly energised. As a human, I wouldn't have been able to travel even a quarter of the distance I had ran without being completely tired out at the end of it. However, one part of my body did demand some form of energy as my stomach rumbled.

I had no idea how long I was unconscious as a pokémon before I woke up, but I guessed it was a long time judging by the aching that was starting to make itself known in my stomach. I searched around for something to eat, and eventually came upon an oran berry bush. Last time I remembered, berries in the pokémon world grew on trees, but I wasn't about to challenge the minor deviation from what I had been told by the games and TV show as it meant that I would be able to reach the fruit more easily. My mouth started watering at the sight of those plump, blue berries and I immediately pounced on them; cramming as many as possible into my muzzle.

"Mmmmmm...", I managed to sound out through a mouth full of the juicy fruit flesh. I had somehow managed to cram five of the plum-sized berries into my mouth and was now finding it hard to chew it all without the juices escaping my mouth and flowing down my front. I would probably have to find somewhere to wash myself after this.

It took a surprising amount of berries to satiate my hunger, but once finished I was pleasantly full. I was just about to lie down when I heard footsteps behind me. I bolted into the nearest bush and stared at where the sound was coming from. As the sound grew louder I could make out two voices talking to each other.

"Those oran berries should be perfectly ripe by now, I can't wait to taste them", exclaimed one of the voices eagerly.

"Same here. You're really lucky to have one of the few bushes in the forest in your territory", stated the other voice. "I'm surprised you're letting me have any at all."

"Well, that's what friends are for, idiot! What kind of friend would I be if I hogged everything for myself?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right."

I looked over sheepishly to the oran bush and noticed that there were only a few berries left from when I had eaten. I hoped that nothing bad happened because of it, although there wasn't any point in me saying that. Since when did bad things not happen to me?

Peering out from an opening in the leaves, I saw the two pokémon who were talking emerge from behind one of the nearby trees. The one closest to me was a houndour, and the pokémon following behind was a growlithe. Both of them were male, and both of them were surprised to see most of the berries gone and a little pool of juice from where it had overflowed out of my mouth. Unfortunately for me, the houndour's surprise quickly turned into anger.

"Grrrr! How could someone come into my territory and eat off of my oran bush!", he exclaimed while pacing back and forth in front of the bush. "Look!", he said, pointing (well, not pointing because he has no hands, but you get the idea) at the blue puddle on the floor, "It only happened a few minutes ago. That retard's just gone and done it right under my nose!"

The houndour started sniffing fervently at the air while I backed further into the bush. After only a few seconds it seemed as if he'd found something.

"I've got the scent. It's a poochyena, female as well. Once we find her I think we could have some fun to make up for all of our berries she's eaten", the houndour said with a sadistic grin on his his face.

He started to cast his gaze around, trying to find the trail. I swore he had locked eyes with me at least a couple of times before he caught the scent and started to head straight towards the bush in which I was hiding. Luckily, the growlithe inadvertently saved me.

"Come on, Blaze. If it was a poochyena then she would be long gone by now. Let's just eat the rest of the berries before they disappear and maybe we might find her later", he suggested.

The houndour turned to look at his friend, his expression conflicted between anger and acceptance. "Yeah, I guess you're right", he said as he began to walk away from my hiding place.

I let out a sigh of relief, which maybe was a bit too loud as I saw the houndour's ear twitch. He turned his head and faced directly at me, but eventually he dismissed the sound and walked back to his friend. I said a massive thank you to both the growlithe and my dark type powers. Without either of them I think I might have been that houndour's chew toy, or maybe even worse.

As they started eating, I slowly backed out of the bush and ran as soon as I thought that I was out of earshot. After a few minutes I slowed down to a walk, and then stopped completely when an eevee jumped out in front of me. It looked at me with what I thought was admiration; but I didn't remember doing anything that could deserve such a thing. The eevee just sat there with a disturbing smile on its face while it stared at me. This was quickly becoming very strange.

"Umm, can I help you?", I asked the eevee, whose only reply was to give me an even more unsettling grin.

"Are you alright?", I questioned. I was really starting to become concerned with the pokémon's silence. However, that silence was shattered when she started talking, words gushing out of her mouth like a high-pitched waterfall. I didn't know that such quick speech was possible when you could only use the syllables that made up the name of your species to speak; but apparently this was the day for all of my logic and reasoning to be disproved.

"Wow you were so amazing out there you like stole all of his berries and then you escaped but he nearly found you but he didn't 'cause you're so awesome and stealthy and he was soo frustrated 'cause you ate all his berries but you escaped and he didn't find you and mmph mmph mmph..."

I placed my paw over her mouth to try and get her to stop talking. The praise was very flattering, yet it was overwhelming at the same time; especially when it involved no punctuation whatsoever. When I removed my paw she was visibly out of breath and even started panting. She spent a little while trying to regain her breath before she started talking again, this time at a much more reasonable pace.

"Sorry, my ma told me not to talk to strangers, but I just couldn't hold it in!", the little eevee exclaimed while bouncing up and down hyperactively. She couldn't have been any older than the eevee equivalent of a ten year old, and I felt a bit awkward to know that I was talking to her when her mother specifically told her not to talk to strangers. I struggled to think of a reply.

"Uhh, thank you?", I answered.

"You're welcome!", the bubbly little eevee replied. "That houndour is a meanie. He's always bullying the pokémon who live in these woods and takes nearly all the good food for himself."

"Why doesn't anyone stop him?"

"He's one of the most powerful pokémon in the forest. If anyone stood up to him they would be beaten into a pulp!"

Hmm, I thought. Beaten into a pulp? We would have to see about that later. I would probably have to train for a bit to see how powerful I was, but I was sure that I could beat him. He was still a houndour, and he didn't look like he was anywhere close to evolving. To be honest, I didn't feel like I was anywhere close to evolving either, but I was sure that with my human intelligence and years of playing pokémon games, I could squish that houndour like Groudon could squish a caterpie. Well, at least in a simile kind of way. I was just about to get into the details of my imaginary houndour squishing before the eevee interrupted me with a very valid point.

"You don't seem like you're from around here, are you? 'Cause if not, you'll need a place to stay."

Now, I needed to think of a way to continue this conversation without making it obvious that I was actually a human who was actually from a different dimension. I decided that short and simple would be my best bet.

"No, I'm not from here", I replied, wondering where the little eevee was going with this.

"Well, if you don't have a place to stay, then you could stay in my house. It would be really cool to have you round, being super sneaky and all that. Maybe you could even steal a few sweets for us without my ma noticing."

"Umm, sure, I guess. That's if your mother would be alright with it. Also, I don't think sneaking round your house would be the politest thing to do if I was staying there, would it."

The eevee's face drooped, but it suddenly sparked up again. "That's alright, it would still be awesome to have you round. Follow me!"

The young eevee trotted down a small trail which wound through the forest. Occasionally there would be a few pokémon travelling in the opposite direction to us, but they gave me no attention. Apparently a ten year old girl leading someone; who was six years older than her and a dark type: who were especially known for being nefarious and evil; to her home was a common occurrence in the land of pokémon. And yet this girl's mother told her not to talk to strangers? These pokémon needed to get their priorities right.

After about five minutes of being led by the effervescent eevee, we finally arrived at her home. She said that her mother would be okay with this so nothing could go wrong, could it? Oh, how extremely incorrect I was...

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