If you write Pokemon fan fiction, you're going to have a Morph story, right? Well, I thought of this idea late last night and got it done this morningish. There will be a chapter two coming out eventually, but tomorrow is when College starts, so I'll have to work around school. So I really hope that you enjoy, and please leave a review.
Transmutation
"Rattata!"
The shrill cry of the small, purple rat filled the forest. The sun barely penetrated the thick canopy, giving the advantage of poor lighting and the chilly air to it. His opponent, a young human of about forty seasons, fit and armed, wearing nothing but a loincloth, could barely see his prey to throw the sharp stone dagger he held at the Pokémon, and the cold making breath come in short, ragged gasps. Normally the Rattata would've given himself to the human without a fight; it would die almost painlessly and its body would be used for food, clothing and other necessities, but this time the hunt was different. This human wasn't hunting for food, he was hunting for revenge.
It had started with a group of Hoothoot helping part of a human tribe through a pass known for its unstable ground during the night of a new-moon. The Hoothoot would warn the humans where not to step, and in return would get protection from the carnivorous Pokémon that hunted during the day for a moon. This was something that happened frequently and it had never failed either party, but that night it did. One of the humans was not warned, and he fell into a seemingly bottomless pit, shrieking and wailing until he was heard no more. But his cries were not alone, for he had grabbed his guide to die with him. Chaos ensued momentarily, but both sides agreed to a temporary truce once their fighting brought many deaths on both sides. The remaining humans returned to their camp while the Hoothoots did the same. Quick skirmishes soon broke out in forests and plains, and all out war quickly followed. Two seasons of bloodbath resulted in the near extinction of several less-populous Pokémon species, and entire tribes of humans were wiped out.
The Rattata was losing strength quickly as its blood poured from multiple wounds. The human had near twice as many cuts and scrapes, but his larger size had proven to be an advantage as he could fend off attacks much easier than the tiny rat could. The Rattata had two choices: run away and let the human scum continue its miserable existence, or try to kill it and go down in a blaze of glory, becoming a martyr among his species. The second choice was obviously more appealing.
Slipping behind a moss-blanketed tree, the Rattata watched in amusement as the human growled in frustration, searching for his prey with dulled senses. The Rattata waited for the perfect moment, when the human turned his back, and then he jumped out with a battle cry, knowing that he would probably die along with the human as it quickly turned and brandished the dagger. But neither creature came into contact with the other as a flash of blinding green light filled the clearing, along with a harsh wind that pushed both the human and the Pokémon away from each other.
"And what do you think you're doing? Hunting for revenge? Killing on both sides and wasting the bodies? This is NOT how humans and Pokémon are supposed to interact."
The voice that spoke was ancient and wise, yet energetic and bursting with youth. There was also a soothing quality to it that made pain disappear, and plants seemed to quiver with excitement. As the light faded, the speaker was revealed to be a small, green fairy-like Pokémon with two antennae that were tipped in blue, large oval eyes that contained crystal-blue irises; they were rimmed in a thick black oval.
The two who had been fighting both looked defiantly at the Pokémon, but neither moved. As the fairy Pokémon hovered towards them, not even using the tiny, transparent wings on its back, it spoke again.
"Pokémon and Humans will never quite trust each other now, and Pokémon will no longer give themselves willingly. The bond can be re-forged, stronger than before in some cases, weaker in others. However, the secret to creating this bond will only be given to one human family who has had no part in these battles; they will spread the secret as they see fit. However, before this happens, your species must learn how to get along again."
Both creatures flinched as the green Pokémon quickly flew up to them in turn and lightly tapped them on the forehead, and then quickly retreated to the spot where it had appeared. The effect was instantaneous.
Both the human and the Pokémon vanished, and in their place was a new creature. It had the features of a Rattata, but it was changed so that the main shape of the body was human. The feet, claws and face were that of a Rattata, and a long purple tail protruded from the back of the creature, but the size and shape of it was an exact copy of the human who had just vanished. Its form changed again, becoming a Rattata, and then the human. Back and forth it went, constantly changing until it finally settled on the form that it first appeared in. It let out a low pitched squeak of anger, and then looked around in confusion. Its gaze settled on the fairy as she let out a giggle.
"I have made you into one being, and you will live the rest of your life like that. You are not the only one who will be like this, for many other humans and Pokémon are being merged together as I speak. To live, you will have to learn to share one body, taking turns as the dominating conscious, or the struggle to assert yourself as the dominant one will kill you. Any wounds, hunger, fatigue, thirst; they will be shared between your bodies, and once I leave, the bodies you have will be either pure Pokémon or pure human, this mix between species will no longer exist. Just remember, filling the stomach of a Rattata won't necessarily be enough food for a human. I'll leave you to decide what you should do, you already know what I want. When the entire human and Pokemon race achieves this, I shall return. Until then."
With a final flash of light, the Pokémon vanished, leaving the confused Pokémorph to begin cycling bodies again. It did not settle for hours, and when it did, the creature did not know where to go. Letting out one last cry of anguish, it sat and it wept.