Themjapes

Alright, this one should be simple enough. The Plot: You/I end up transforming, whether it be through the actions of some Pokemon, or whatever you'd like them to be, and from that point someone captures/keeps us specifically to be used in contests. Now the rules. 1. No mature content of any kind. 2. No anthros at all. 3. Try to pick something that's either generally cute or you can convince me is a cute Pokemon, references appreciated. I like weird and unorthodox TFs, but there's a time and a place for everything, but not here. 4. 3-5 sentences per post. 5. Use proper grammar. 6. Most effects allowed, though again, stick with the theme

Hey, check the description, please! Ethan had lived a fairly normal life. He was about seventeen or so now, and typically wore a few things. His mostly faded jeans, dark, royal blue jacket or sweatshirt he had on at most times, and a regular maroon t-shirt he wore under that. Actually, Ethan's life wasn't that normal after all. Let's backtrack a little bit; Ethan lived in the far off quiet region known as Alistor, which was a decently sized fairly secluded island that never really got much traffic from the rest of the Pokémon world. They did have a harbor, they exported things, imported, everything was good, but it was a rather quiet p

 Meanwhile, back in Paradise Square... Silver sat motionless up against her small table, head flat atop it. The job postings were careless thrown aside and most stacked on the floor, gathering dust. In their place, and a on the floor as well, were now several dozen copies of the same poster; Specifically, a missing poster she had put out for Jacob a few days ago. It showed a rather clear image of him, not that it would be terribly difficult, given he was a fairly average Eevee in appearance, along with a few thousand Poké listed as the reward for anyone who found him. She had already put a bunch out all over the square and a few were bl

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...And yet, he wasn't dead. By some cruel twist of fate, Jacob had survived. Barely. Currently, he had washed up on the beach again, though this one was definitely not Paradise Beach. There were still a few Wingull soaring overhead, but this time he didn't have the luxury of being kindly cared for by Silver. His fur was completely sopping wet, his entire body ached in pain, and he was exhausted to the point that he felt he couldn't even move. But he was alive. Soon, one of his ears twitched and he thought he could hear a commotion, a couple of voices approaching. Someone was coming! However, that fact was hardly comforting. The voices did no

Luckily for him, Jacob made it through the night with little complications, and it wasn't long until he found himself meeting the pale blue light of dawn filtering in through Silver's windows. He looked around the surroundings, just to make sure that everything from last night had actually happened, and saw exactly what he had going to bed. He was still an Eevee, and was still lying in the bed that Silver had made him the night before. That also meant that yes, he was still in danger of being found as human and all of this was in fact not a dream. Blinking his eyes a few times, he slowly and groggily got himself out of bed, before stumbling

In a futile attempt to take his mind off the immense feeling of dread welling within him, Jacob instead pored over the other things she had said. He couldn't help but feel he knew the Pokémon that Silver had seen that night, but what was it...? He was scanning his memories for any Pokémon fitting that description he could think of. There was one, but the details weren't coming. Except one. He knew this Pokémon was Mythical. That is to say, extremely rare, and extremely powerful. As in, "you'll be lucky for life if you so much as glimpse this thing" rare. He even began to wonder about the thought that it might have sent him to t

After an indeterminate amount of time had passed, Jacob suddenly stopped feeling the strange half-existential state of the void, and began to have some actual feeling return to him. He felt like he was gently depressing something down. The ground was soft, and it almost felt kind of nice to be here. The smell of seawater lingered in the air and a few Wingull cried overhead. Jacob was on... a beach? Just then, after he figured he would stay there sleeping for awhile longer, he heard someone's voice call out to him. It was definitely not the voice from the void. It sounded older, and yet lighter. More feminine, perhaps. "Hey...! Hello? Are you