/Intelligence Data/ ————— "Mmph... hungry again." I thought to myself in the midst of a foggy morning sunshine glowing the inside of my little haven of a hovel. Silver Mountain was a quaint, secluded section of Johto that bordered the Kantonian region just beyond, and as far as I was concerned, it could stay that way if only trainers didn't go stir crazy over the Pokemon here. A Pokemon center had been built at the bottom of the mountain, and over the year and a half I'd been living here I'd grown acquainted with the infirmary quite a few times. Bruises and scrapes alike that the sour taste of a Sitrus berry couldn't cure proved inferior to Nurse Joy's rather ditzy but effective mannerisms. Today wasn't much different; a sunny day peeked around the mountain over the fog that'd rolled into the forest. I'd grown accustomed to the special food Joy was keen on cooking, but it would suck if I forgot how to forage for myself... I took the winding path upwards out of the mountain onto a small alcove cut in the side of the rock face. It beheld a beautiful view of the forest beyond, teeming with lush, green canopy and the life that existed beyond it. I had Tamato berries on the brain, and that's all I thought about before slowly descending down the rock side. It took a good fifteen minutes, and my reptilian form was left rather exhausted afterward, but a thud later and I caught myself in the thicket of that dense fog that had rolled in. There was a Lapras that lived in a lake nearby, and occasionally she would fog over the lake to keep herself hidden, but this fog was too much for her alone to create. Sunshafts dug holes into the canopy as I set in search for some of those deliciously spicy berries. I'd eat them in bunches, but that tended to just make me stronger, and I'd have to burn it off blowing holes in the ground. A Sentret hopped over my path, almost making me step on the poor thing. It dropped a blue Pokeball it must've mistaken for an Oran berry and scurried off into a nearby bush. Curiously, I picked the thing up and carried it with me as I happened upon another bush that bore some of those red, prickly berries I'd been looking for. Four of them clung to the branches, and all four met the inside of my triple-clawed paw. Along with the minimized ball, I held the menagerie of loot in my paws and decided to pay the Pokemon center another visit. A bit of a hike, but it was good to stay in shape - besides, there might be another trainer to knock out on the way. I eventually made my way to the center again, and by now the sun had risen to its peak height, warming my reptilian blood a little bit. The double doors slid open, and that stupidly soothing music started playing overhead. Nurse Joy wasn't at the counter like usual, which was most definitely off for her - she never liked to take breaks during the day, even though she might see one or two trainers every so often. The counter door had been unlocked as well... I'd always wanted to explore this place as freely as possible, and if Joy wanted me not to, she would've put her Chansey on post, right? Two hallways extended from the long counter separating the Pokemon Center in half; one bein' somewhat well lit, the other not so much. I decided to turn down the dark corridor, and much to my surprise I found a massive amount of destruction apparent - a couple doors had been completely ripped off their hinges. The exam rooms had green splattered goop all over the place, and medical supplies were strewn about without care to what was in the containers. "Who could've done this..." I thought as I took a darkened stairwell downwards. The floor was literally caked in this green glop now, somewhat gross, and rather smelly and slippery... I heard a bang further down, and a scream much akin to Joy's voice! Adrenaline immediately entered my veins as quadruped movement made it easier to traverse the hallway. I didn't care about the unhinged door, using my forehead as a battering ram to knock it free. I stood back upright again, eyes going wide as about 40 humans all dressed in black with that criminally known "R" in the middle of their shirts. In the middle of the large room was a glowy, green stasis tank, in which Nurse Joy and her Chansey were suspended in! I charged on impulse, knocking the humans out of the way, but some of the latter had already withdrawn their evil Pokemon, most notably a larger guy with an Arbok. It glared at me seconds before I reached that tank, tumbling head over heels into the thing and cracking my nose at its base. The glass instantly shattered, sending a wave of green, glowing fluid across the floor. I got up, feeling revitalized, and caught the two girls as they tumbled out of the broken glass. Now it was a party - I stood in front of Joy and Chansey, rather pissed that these guys were trying to steal the center's source of Full Restore for their own malevolent gains. All of them sent out their Pokemon since I could snap them like twigs if they weren't rich bastards, and charged on my position like the cowards they were. Needless to say, the first few waves weren't that bad, but given the sheer numbers and my body growing more and more tired (along with Chansey, she helped too with those eggs of hers), it wasn't long before I was exasperated and unable to fend off the numerous amount of Rockets and their misguided Pokemon. I panted loudly, tongue exposed, and ten more Rockets standing full and ready to go. Suddenly, I felt an explosion from overhead, and before I knew it, I'd been smashed underneath the full weight of a portly Nidoking and its rider; a much more shapely man wearing a pinstripe suit and tie, complete with R-shaped cuffs and black shoes. He hopped down as I looked up with teeth borne in rage; the Nidoking above preventing me from getting back up again. The man held out a Pokeball in his hand and lightly tapped my nose with it, sending my eyesight into a blind, red expanse. Physically, I'd been turned into a stream of light that immediately disappeared within the inverted Pokeball, but inside, it was dark. And cramped. And I couldn't move at all, either. It was a new feeling; being stuck within a Pokeball; I'd heard of these things before but never become trapped in one myself! It was about half-past-moontime (which is about 2100 hours) when I was released, still achingly tired, but still all together. I awoke to being strapped down on a metal table; my legs getting pulled together and spread apart face down. My arms were in the same manner fastened to the metal, and my tail… well, it wasn't exactly dignified by any means. I struggled against the straps with as much force as I could muster, but nothing helped to get apart from the restraints. That is, until my gut started to gurgle. All those Tamato berries I'd eaten earlier really started to give me a gassy case of indigestion, and without much force, I farted something fierce into the small room, smelling rather spicy and putting off some of the guys holding me down. Only one, though. For now. I found an opportunity as one of the guys was a bit more befuddled by the stench, and as he let go of the strap, I knocked him for a goddamn loop! One arm free, and the other soon followed; sharpened claws came in REALLY handy. I knocked the second one down, and slid slightly out of my foot restraints, then completely as the others ran away. Finally freed, I stood up in the strange room, aware and rather pissed off. The room only had the metal table and white paneling all around, as well as a computer and a door that had shut completely. That was the only exit out of the room, and it was made of a rather resilient steel door - a couple of headbutts attested to that. A little dazed, but okay for the most part; I moved over to the computer. A spinning R showed up; and as I moved the attached mouse, it went away, showing a login-screen. Joy had been showing me how to work the computers in the Pokemon center, but this one was suited for a human, not a feral dinosaur! Awkwardly, I tried using the mouse, but it just slipped away over and over again, so I disregarded it. The Tab key quickly became my best friend as I tried a number of different login combinations - that took an hour before I just said screw it and tried a blank password/user combination. It worked. A simple operating system popped up with two options: brain augmentation and physical repositioning. I slammed the keyboard's Enter key with the first option highlighted, and immediately the walls opened up a bit, exposing a number of metallic appendages from the panels and from the ceiling as well! A voice reached out as the limbs pointed to the metal table. "Please acknowledge subject name:", the voice said. I wasn't sure whether to say my name, my species; anything. "Vector." "Name acknowledged. Please affix subject to table." Against my better judgment (which was devoid in the first place), I approached the table again and laid on top of it, hefting my large frame onto my back this time. A pipe extruded from the ceiling towards my nose, and inserted a small set of tubes into my nostrils. Immediately afterward, a clear jet of steam entered it, and I passed out; my conscious state completely devoured by the odd mist. I woke up again a good twelve hours later with a splitting headache. My stomach growled rather loudly again, and I idly passed gas again - those berries weren't agreeing with me like they usually did. I bawled up fists and gritted teeth as I hopped off the table, rather woozy from the operation. My brain thudded against the ceiling of my skull, and I reached back to feel around - nothing felt much different but for a slot located in the back of my skull, just underneath the middle spine on my head. "Brain augmentation complete. vecOS is ready for testing. Please accept the SD card from the computer now. Add functions using the computer if necessary." The computer changed its options on its own - it now showed an options listing for a number of functions that my body usually went through. I walked back over to the terminal, albeit clunky and still out of it and squatted in front of the desk. The options literally were in the hundreds of thousands, but the computer had a memory limit on it as well - only 16 GB of space existed on the SD card jutting from the computer. I selected as many functions as I could muster within that limit, then hit [Accept] on the screen. A progress bar opened up, and within a few minutes, the processes had been written to disk. I took out the SD card and looked at it - it was one of those longer types. I never did ask Joy if that was just an aesthetic thing, but either way, there was only one course of action left. I reached back, found how to insert the card, and shoved it in. The machinery inside my skull did the rest - I felt a flap shut behind, and immediately I felt my muscles tingle and shut down. Everything I was began to shut down as well, even down to my heart and brain functions. Then, I began the process of 'booting up'. Joy had done this numerous times when her computer had locked up on her, but I didn't expect to actually feel the processes going through my head! "vecOS. A new style of biotechnology. Copyright 2006 Rocket Corp. All rights reserved. Checking memory: OK 16 GB Core HDD space | 2 TB Extended HDD space Starting core processes: Done. WARNING: The system clock is offline. Data cannot be written until host is in real time. ll.exe: done uraildj*.exe: done brapli.exe: done Booting to user operating systems… All bodily functions are working at 100% capacity. Removing restrictions… done. Applying new algorithms… done. OS is loaded!" I blinked once after all that had left my mouth, almost in a state of shock. I didn't feel any different, apart from knowing exactly what the Rockets had been up to over the past month and a half. I walked much less awkwardly and pressed a large red [Exit] button on the side of the - much to my dismay and feral stupidity before. I passed by the Rocket grunts that'd run away before, but I wasn't as impetuous as I was before - and they seemed to pick up on it as well, opening another door to a very large laboratory, with a series of scientists all staring right back at me as the door opened up. One man rushed over to my front, and I had to step backward to avoid him crashing full on into a hunk of rock. "Whoa whoa there. You tell me what's going on here, right now." A rush of oooooooohs and aaaaaaaahs came from the number of scientists in the room, and they all erupted into applause - at least thirty or forty of them sitting at their testing desks and in front of computers. "Wait, you can understand what -- I can understand what? What is this, I don't even --" Before I could speak another word, the scientist in front of me waved his hand in my face. I would've taken that as an act of aggression before, but restraint had been implanted into my brain as well, apparently. I walked behind him as he led me like a young Larvitar is by its parent towards a large screen, showing another experiment - this one involved what looked like a transport system of differing panels, and a scale model of the testing facility lay in the room beyond. I recoiled from it a little bit - as much crap as these guys had put me through, I was ready to destroy the entire facility - but another idea posed itself. I was part Dark-type, after all. That hadn't changed. So maybe… I agreed to take part in this experiment, if I was the one to get on the panel. I stepped up onto the diamond and square sheet of plastic on the floor, and the thing buzzed to life underneath my feet… I shut my eyes and thought of something evil at the same time I was traveling through the plane of existence that allowed me to end up at the proposed 'other end' of the teleportation system. The test was a success - albeit that I only transferred myself three feet. The scientist across the room threw up his hands in success as I reappeared, flattened on my butt, but still very much alive. He ran over and helped me up with some effort, then pushed me back over onto the original platform. He stepped back behind the control desk and began charging the system again. That's when I decided to add a 'control element' to the experiment. I pointed at that console and shivered a bit; and a slow-moving but powerful dark energy erupted at the scientist's control desk. Alarms immediately sounded off, sparks began to fly, and computer hard drives began spinning off their heads! I yelped at the effect I'd created, but something within me told me it was a good idea. The teleporter began to fizzle and crackle underneath, and it exploded - just a second before I left that existence! I kept my eyes open this time, and I almost wished I hadn't; a body materialized in front of me and began to instantly warp my form in a number of different ways. I had gained a new set of processes by the time I tumbled out of that plane - gender.exe, freewill.bat, and a number of powers I never knew existed! I was flung across the sky, the wind ripping at my scaly flesh, and all I could do was ball up as best I could while the portal flung me a good hundred yards! I smashed into the ground, bits of my armor breaking off from the impact, and winding up doing a face plant with a mouthful of dirt, grass, and God knows what else. I spat the gross mixture out and looked up to see a large city nearby and a boy tapping on a Nintendo DS. Sore and tired, I went to greet the boy as best I could, but he was just too amazed to see a Tyranitar standing right in front of him. I looked down at the device and curiously peeked at the screen. "Error: The save file is corrupted. The previous save will be loaded.?" I questioned out loud. "WHOA!! YOU CAN TALK TOO?!", the enamored boy yelled at the top of his lungs, which garnered attention from nearby passersby. "Um, yes I can? Can you tell me --" "OH WOW ITS A REAL LIFE TYRANITAR! I TRAINED YOU, I WISHED YOU WERE HERE AND NOW YOU ARE OH WOW THIS IS AMAZING HERE WE'RE GOING TO HAVE LOTS OF FUN TOGETHER NOW!" The boy just couldn't contain himself, as well as the small crowd following the two of us. I was quickly inundated with questions: ranging from how I got here to why I was wearing such a ridiculous suit. We came to a local Gamestop and the boy rushed me inside, despite my pleads for him to leave me be. The staff there just stood agape and immediately offered me a number of different games and such (all Pokemon related, of course). I politely said no thanks and proceeded to walk out of the door. My stomach also began to act up at the same time, to which a curious policeman took notice that I was 'naked'. By any standard besides contests, Pokemon are naked anyway, but most of them don't have their buttholes showing! Which apparently I had grown one at the base of my tail, along with a purple snatch that I promptly covered up, rather embarassed at such a thing. The boy didn't seem to notice as he'd been distracted at one of the consoles in the shop. The policeman offered me a ride in his car if I couldn't find some clothes, but still being feral, where would I find such things? So we took a ride down to the local precinct, to which I was led (very awkwardly, since it was so small) to a jail cell. Fortunately, I knew what time it was, so the next 24 hours weren't terrible, of course. I had a chance to explain myself, which no one would EVER believe me. That is, at least until I took out the SD card in the back of my head. All the necessary features for staying 'alive' were already loaded into memory. The card was just for loading data on and off of it. The police arranged for me to find a tailor that would cater to a 64 inch waist (!); to which I was promptly fitted with a baggy set of black cargo pants and a green t-shirt. Undergarments were unnecessary. The tailor himself was a rather strapping young guy; and I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off him as he sewed together such a large piece of fabric for me. I slipped on the clothes, and immediately began my new life as a real-life video game character. The boy was nowhere to be found, so I couldn't analyze his DS at all. I stopped back in the shop from before, and they told me that he had traded in his DS for a newer model, the DSlite. I thought it was a piece of crap myself. But then I rethought about it - if I was just transported from a video game into the real world, how did I already know so much about it? Were the Rockets planning on transporting themselves here and doing damage to this plane of existence? If they had, I had dealt their research a serious blow - or just helped to catalyze their approach's speed. I shook off the pensive and approached the desk, wondering if I could get my hands on that DS the boy had dropped off. I was told that it wasn't store policy, but since this was such a strange occurrence that I could have it as long as I told someone about what I found out. I took the DS and immediately opened it up, loaded the previous save; which was just before the Rockets invaded Silver Mountain. The boy had just found Joy and Chansey missing… and lo and behold, he'd nicknamed one of his Pokemon Vector. Why that data got crossed is beyond me, and I wouldn't question it myself. Either way, it had a nice ring to it. I exited the shop; and another pang gripped my stomach. I got a couple odd looks from city goers as I ripped one right then and there, stinking up the air for a good fifteen seconds. God, those berries didn't screw me over as much as they did now… I felt a tug on my tail soon after from behind as the gas traveled downwind. It was the boy again! "Hey, why did you give those guys your DS? It's still a good piece of work, isn't it?" "My auntie told me to! She said it was bad luck or something." I squatted down in front of him, bringing my eyes level with his. "Your auntie? Take me to her, if you would." The boy took on a reluctant stare, but he soon grabbed me by the paw and led me to an apartment complex a few blocks down. Not the biggest place to stay, but it was nice. Right across from a food place. Mmm, food. |3 He led me upstairs (awkwardly, again) to a large two-room apartment, complete with boyish games and a thirty-year old woman preparing some food in the kitchen. "Hey Auntie! This is TyTy! He's a Tyranitar! You know, the big green Pokemon I like?" "Honey, didn't I tell y -- oh." She turned around and set the pan of food down on the kitchen counter, then turned back to me. "I told you those video games were bad for you…" "But aaaaaaaaauntieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! He's real! Look!" And then the boy did something I'll never forget - he reached down, unzipped my crotch, and pushed his hand into the space between. It felt weird having 14-year-old fingers wriggling in between a purple set of reptilian lips, and god, did it feel wrong the first time I thought about it. I knew this was how Pokemon made eggs, but I didn't expect a /boy/ to do something like this! I blushed ferociously, having covered his hand in some weird gooey lubricant as he ripped it back out. "See, precum! The stuff you told me about!" "Yes, I know that already. I know he's our prime subject. Would you come here, please?" As bewildered as I was, I couldn't move a muscle upon watching what happened next - the door closed, and a soothing black wind rushed into the room. It became pitch black as a curtain of darkness rushed underneath and picked me up, levitating me off the ground a short while. The woman lifted up her nephew and pushed his head into a portal through her stomach, engulfing it. Her breasts shrunk, and the rest of his body was pushed towards her crotch, forming a rather fat, smelly and arousing cock. It glowed a slight orange while the rest of the woman's body took on masculine features - as well as demonic ones as well. I bit my lip and squealed as that black wind rushed through me and seemed to accept the dark thoughts I naturally had occurring inside my head. The computer programming seemed to be augmented too - Iygua.dem was a new file that popped up in my head, and in a physical being as well. A demon appeared before me, standing a good 6 feet tall, with long, dark gray horns and a long, flowing set of dreadlocks that drooped behind his skull. Long, pointy nose and a devilish grin pierced the darkness as it all rushed behind the demon standing behind the counter - I fell onto my back rather comically right afterward. "Mmhm. So you finally figured it out, eh? How to beat the game?" He spoke, idly stroking ten inches of green and orange pulsing penis. "You do know what comes next, right?" "Um… I don't - I don't know…" I replied, nervous to all hell and back. "Here, I'll show you." The demon gave a longing growl and stepped towards me; draconic talons and digitgrade feet making the floorboards creak as I sat on the dingy floor underneath. He took my footpaws in his grasp, lifted them up, and slowly began to undo my pants. My butthole clenched reactively; I knew what he was going to do, but my first time wasn't the time to learn what he was going to do! I bit my lip and looked away as he slid my pants off, angled his long dick at my bung, and pissed all over it. A stream of urine seemed to go on for a good while before the floor began to drip into the insulation beneath, and as he shoved his cock towards my hole, I felt another sensation rip through my body. I felt my digestive system grow more complicated; intestines growing into my legs and tail, and shortening the process overall. It was like he was in front of that computer, recoding processes and formatting them to work with my biology… without the use of technology to do so. All the while, I had to endure his dick piercing my depths, brown spots starting to show up and coat the demon's fancy cock; his green flesh starting to sweat from the lust he felt. Iygua immediately removed his dick from my hole after about five minutes of that treatment and shoved it into my snatch - I'd grown hard inside of myself! I could feel my trapped dick rubbing up against his own, and I felt that thickness pushing up on my stomach, making it uncomfortable to move around other than being fucked. A splash of cum later, and he's still at it, having planted his demon seed into my nethers. He went on to shoving himself back up into my pooper, taking no time at all and showing me just how much lust he had inside those two swinging and sweating nuts of his. The demon put his paws on my throat and pushed down, rubbing at the underside with his thumbs, and speaking little demonic phrases to himself (or to me, I don't know). He finally came a third time, spraying my rear end with a thick, juicy splatter of demon seed, flailing his dick around as if it were the butt of a lengthy whip, leaving thick 'gashes' in my shell. "You're mine, Vector. And I'm yours. Let's tear this shit up." With that, the darkness all seemed to shoot up my anus, making me feel even more bloated than before as the demon took a firm hold in my body. I felt the warmth of light rush over my feet, but I could taste cum and smell feces like nothing else before… and my stomach rumbled even harder. I retired to the bathroom and felt my bowels churn up a storm.