Game over (and the fun's just begun)

 A pokemon go Dratini tf 

"Dang it!!!"

Mathew groaned in disappointment as the pidgey flew away, leaving his pokeball lying broken in the dust. 

He never had any luck! He couldn't catch much pokemon, he couldn't even FIND any that were actually combat-worthy, which of course meant his gym battles reeked as badly as his old gym socks that he never washed. 

Mathew was on team Mystic, one of the three teams that fought for dominance over the gyms in the area. Pokémon abounded by the thousands, found everywhere in abundance, except apparently wherever he was. 

Three gyms lay in the distance, all dominated by the local valor team. High-leveled pokemon lined the gym, ready to combat any and every adversity. Mathew had little luck ever occupying any of those gyms for more than a few minutes at a time, before those valor hoity-toties stole it back and placed ever more powerful pokemon in the gyms, making it all the harder for him to ever

If only, if only he  could catch one of those legendary pokemon rumored to be somewhere in the world, then he'd be the one dominating! He'd be the one who'll show those valor twerps how to REALLY conquer a gym with ease! HA! They'd never defeat him then! 

But, he had to catch one first. With a sigh, the teen resigned himself to the fate of mediocracy. He'll never beat those high-leveled jerks. . . 

Mathew checked his moniter for any more signs of pokemon present in the vicinity. Nothing . . . nothing. . . WAIT!!!
Oh. My. Gosh!!!! 

Mathew could hardly believe his luck. Or his eyes. 

Could it be???? 

It was! The best thing ever! Maybe now his luck had finally changed for the better! Mathew broke into a light jog, rapidly scanning the area. Wait. . . wait. . . OHMYGOSH!!! There it was! Right in front of him, just a few feet from his nose!

Mathew stared in front of him in pure awe. This was the best moment in his pokemon go career! 
perhaps now, all of those super-conceited, high-level trainers he's met (and lost miserably to) will finally treat him with respect!

There, hovering a few mere feet in front of him, was none other than the legendary, ultra-rare Mewtwo! 
It didn't appear to notice him at first, just silently hovering there, floating a few feet away from a run-down, wooden park bench. 

Steady . . . keep quiet. . . 
Mathew readied the ultra ball in his hand like a pro baseball pitcher, curling it up in his palm, ready to throw the best curveball anyone's ever seen! 

Huh? A huma-- 

Just as the legendary pokemon turned around to face him, Mathew threw with all his might, thrusting the ultra ball right at the pokemon's chest. 

YES!!!!! Bull's eye! 

Plummeting to the ground, the ultra ball shook as it's powerful prisoner struggled to escape. One shake. . . two. . . 
"C'mon, c'mon," Mathew whispered, hands rubbing together with eager glee as he waited for the ball to stop shaking, and then he could finally claim his prize. 

Thr-- KABOOM! 

The ultra ball exploded, sending tiny fragments of pokeball flying in all directions. Mathew ducked to avoid the flying pieces of debris as it sailed towards him. Weird, usually the ball just breaks. . . 

That immediately became the least of his worries, however, as mewtwo soared up above the resulting cloud of dust, waves of pure anger slamming the boy like a tsunami. 

WHO DARES TRY TO CATCH ME?!? The now furious psychic pokemon thundered, the psychic yelling giving Mathew an intense headache. "Ow. . ." He groaned, clutching his head. 

Uh oh. 

YOU . . . HOW DARE YOU, INSOLENT CHILD?!? HOW DARE YOU TRY TO ENSNARE ME IN ONE OF THOSE WRETCHED MINI-PRISONS! YOU DESERVE TO BE PUNISHED, HUMAN SCUM!!! Hmmm. . . What should I do? . . . 

The teen slowly began to back away, terrified of the potential consequences if he stayed. Mathew ran precisely 3 feet before he found myself paralyzed, surrounded by a strange purple glow. 

He turned around to see Mewtwo glaring evilly at him, a despicable grin plastered on his face. He was somehow holding him prisoner. . . actually, when Mathew  thought about it, he probably should have expected that. . . 

Let's see how fun it is for YOU to be chased around like some kind of desirable toy all day! 


He didn't allow the teen a chance to answer, instead immediately blasting him with a strange, purple ball of psychic energy. 

"Ow!" Mathew yelled in pain as the energy blast knocked him off his feet, ending up with a faceful of dirt. 

"What was that for?" 

Oh, you'll see, the psychic pokemon replied, perfectly emotionless. Well, at least on the outside. Mathew was bathed by scorn and disgust that carried in the tone of mewtwo's psychic voice, making his tone of mood evident. 

Mathew tried to inquire farther, but was suddenly interrupted by an intense, firey pain in my stomach and chest. 

"AAAAGGGHHHH!!!!" Mathew cried, rolling in complete agony on the grass, desperately clutching my torso.
It felt like his insides were somehow moving inside of me, rearranging themselves in completely new, unnatural positions. Not only that, but even worse, not only were they moving, they were growing and shrinking in size, rolling around inside like giant waves in the ocean. Mathew groaned again, struggling to get up, but was thwarted by an even worse, white-hot pain in his abdomen. 

Mathew yelled, in absolute torment, as his bones joined his organs, refitting, reshaping, and reforming themselves into a completely new design. The change was felt the worse in his thigh, as the bones in his leg, with a sudden, loud, and painful lurch, slowly began moving towards each other. Mathew  watched helplessly as his legs drew closer and closer together, cracking and bulging, until finally, with a rather disappointing squishing noise, they connected. . . and began fusing?!? 
How?!? Th-This is impossible! Yet He couldn't deny what he was witnessing as his flesh slowly fused as his bones continued to draw closer together. He desperately tried to separate them again, but to no avail. Soon there was nothing he could do but watch helplessly as my legs bulged and grew, new flesh growing between the two, until Mathew could no longer tell the difference between the two legs, they were so hopelessly entwined with each other. 

A few seconds later, the bulging mass of flesh stopped looking like two separate limbs altogether, instead like one, giant,. . . tail?!? 

Seconds later, his leg bones collided and fused together, merging into his spine. His muscles and organs followed, bulging and squeezing in ways that defied logic. His skin suddenly began feeling itchy as millions upon millions of tiny scales began protruding their way from deep within his transforming body, coating it in a luscious blue color. On the underside, the scales were silver, meeting in the middle and multiplying until his entire legs-tail-thing was completely enveloped in a shiny, blue and silver coating. His bottom half felt so . . . foreign and unnatural, yet so. . . familiar. 

Mathew gave his new muscles a twitch, and they instantly complied, his new tail swishing in the air, responsive to his every command. But the transformation was not finished with him yet. . . 

The scales began creeping up his thigh, out onto his stomach and chest, covering his torso with the same strangely beautiful scales. No longer able to stand due to his legs disappearing forever, he crumpled to the ground belly-first, nearly smashing his face into the dirt. 

Mewtwo watched all this with a satisfying smirk, spitefully grinning as he continued the changes on the poor teen. 

Mathew cried out in agony as his bones, this time in his shoulder, cracked and shortened, joints disappearing into nothingness. The resulting bone structure forced his arms pressed tightly against his sides as it slowly dissolved completely. Mathew lay there helplessly, unable to move his arms, and his new tail was not quite developed enough to even slither around like a common snake, (although that appeared to be its intended destination). His arms', nerves, muscles, and bones were rapidly pushing their way into his chest with disturbing squishing sounds, fusing his arms permanently into his chest. Silver scales began to cover and completely envelop his arms, making it hard even to identify any difference between his arms and shoulders. 

Finally, with a final squish, the blob of useless flesh that was once his arm vanished completely into his torso, and in a few seconds there wasn't even the slightest trace of the arms ever existing there at all, just nothing but pristine, shiny, beautiful scales. 

His insides heaved and groaned, bone structure disappearing almost entirely, with the exception of the spinal cord, which, on the contrary, strengthened and bulged, lengthening until it stretched across his entire body. His organs also responded to having no limbs, shifting and reforming to fit the needs to the- thing- he was becoming. 

His body was almost completely coated with a shiny blue coat of scales from tip to tail- only his head remained untouched. The pain was already beginning to die down, and Mathew could now begin to look over himself and get not get white-hot needles of pain shooting up his spine. 

Mewtwo seemed to pause the transformation as he gleefully observed Mathew's reactions to his new body. Mathew looked up at him with a look of pure terror, silently begging, pleading to stop and return him to his normal state, but mewtwo shrugged it off callously, hovering there in pure, agonizing silence. He no longer had that fiery look of absolute rage, though, now replaced by a look of mere empathy. And maybe. . . maybe, just maybe. . . there was a trace of sympathy in the corner of his eye? Or maybe it was just a piece of dust. . . 

I'm turning you into a pokemon, in case your feeble mind hasn't figured that out already. I'll let you see for yourself which one. I highly advise that you get a good final look on your old self, because I'm "afraid" this transformation is permanent. 

Oh no. . . oh no. . . it can't be. . . 

Mathew paused, lying there on the dust and dirt for several ominously quiet minutes. A small trickle of tears flowed like a stream from his eyes, turning the surrounding dirt into a small puddle of mud. 

Maybe. . . maybe life as a pokemon can't be so bad? Maybe? 

Finally, Mathew, with a heavy, mournful sigh, resigned himself to his fate and gazed down upon his new body. 

To put it simply, he looked like a giant worm. 

A bluish-silver worm, but a worm nevertheless. 

But, he wasn't a worm. For one, he was too tall to be a worm, despite some shrinking that had occurred during the transformation. Second, worms were never covered in scales. What pokemon looked like a worm that he knew of? . . . 

Dratini! 

It came to his mind in a sudden flash of realization. Of course! 

Only his head was left. The rest of his body, inside and out, resembled exactly that of a young dratini. 

Mathew pondered it for a moment. he guessed being dratini wasn't the worst possible choice, and, well, evolving into dragonite someday would actually be . . . pretty awesome! 

Either way, he just wanted it to be over and done with. "Please proceed," He muttered grimly, a forlorn expression on his weary face. He recalled all the things he'll never be able to do again. . . hanging out with friends, chatting at the local pokestops, visiting professor Willow, anything that requires     hands. . . 

His face began to push outwards, like a piece of malleable clay carefully being stretched and prodded by a skillful potter, into a tiny muzzle, almost in the shape of a small oval. Scales began to creep up his neck, which began to expand. His neck grew thicker and thicker, widening and fusing with the shoulders. The shoulders, in turn, with a resounding cracking noise, began shrinking into his body and intertwine with his lengthening neck until there was no longer any trace of the shoulders OR the neck, and the combined section began morphing and lining up with his new, snake-like body. 


Scales began to completely cover his face, hair falling out in larger and larger chunks. Soon, he was completely bald, with the same blue scales enveloping his shiny, hairless dome like a massive blue wave. 
With a sudden new wave of cracking and crunching, his ears suddenly blew outwards like giant fans, spreading outwards and upwards. 3 miniscule  bones burst through the skin for a few seconds, growing a few inches before stopping. The flesh followed immediately afterwards, wrapping around the bones first, then growing until a sort of web between the bones was created. The end result was two fins both attached to the side of his head, behaving as ears - - and gills? 

 Mathew's insides once again gave a sudden lurch, although this time it wasn't as bad as before, just making the transforming teen queasy. He somehow felt his entire respiratory system shifting to accommodate breathing in water as well as land, and the process was a painful one. 

Mathew opened his mouth to release another cry of pain, but the second he did his teeth fell out, one by one, leaving the poor boy, now more pokemon than human, with nothing but gums. His loud wail of shock at this revelation turned into a voiceless garble as his vocal cords vanished, disappearing forever. he would never talk again. . .

And soon, he will never even open his mouth. Mathew watched with horror as his lips fused together, scales completely enveloping where his mouth used to be, wiping out any trace of his mouth ever existing. 

Mathew began to feel fuzzy and lightheaded as his brain began to undergo changes and his senses went screwy, adjusting to his new form. For a second, he went blind as his eyes changed, pupils growing until they filled the entire eyelid, filling it with an inky blackness. All that was left was a purple fleck at the bottom, standing out like lightbulbs in the dark void that were his new eyes. 

<gasp!>

Mathew thought to himself as his brain finished adjusting with a final splurch. With a sense of horror, Mathew realized he had no way of communicating with the outside world! He wasn't able to use telepathy, and he had no mouth, let alone vocal cords that allowed him to be able to form words! 

To complete the changes, a tiny silver bump began budding like a giant zit on his head, forming a small, perfectly round sphere that rested upon his forehead, glistening in the air like a shiny pearl.

The pain subsided, leaving behind a foreign, new sensation of my new, unnatural senses and muscles kicking into gear. 

Mathew lay on the ground, sobbing, unable to talk but his eyes spoke volumes. He couldn't tell where his body ended and his tail began. 

His senses. . . had increased measurably. Suddenly, the world around him had a lot more detail within it. Everything seemed sharper, clearer, more focused. Not a huge change, but a noticeable one. Except for taste, of course. 

Have fun in your new form! Try not to get caught and remember: NEVER mess with Mewtwo! 
With these final words, laced with sarcasm and spite, the legendary pokemon disappeared in a flash of purple, to who knows where to do who knows what. 

<I'll never be able to train pokemon now. . .> Mathew thought to himself with a glum sigh, staring at his long tail, twitching in front of him. 
<My life is over. . . >