Eeveelutions For Sale (TFTG)

Eeveelutions For Sale

A TFTG story written as a gift for All Bad Badgers

UNEDITED

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Implied Non Consent - Implied Violence (As Backstory) - Threat of Violence (Not Enacted) - Non Anthro Pokemon

 

Fat snowflakes fell from the gray sky, catching and whirling on the wind like dancers in a madcap balle. They soard around one another so thickly that the world seemed to vanish into a solid wall of white. This combined with the howling wind and bitter cold served to drown out everything, but the storm. For anyone unlucky enough to be trapped in the heart of the maelstrom, death was all, but a certainty and so even the hardiest of ice type pokemon remained safely tucked away in their hidey holes…

Yet thru the frozen forest a man in black trekked, his head lowered and eyes squinted even behind thick goggles. His way was marked by a deep furrow in the snow, yet even as he walked it filled up, erasing his path mere minutes after he had carved it. No sign of him would be left to follow and no clear way back would he give himself for his journey was one way only and at its end he would find either his goal or an ignoble end.

For the man, there was no other option, for to him the path he walked would allow no hesitation and see no half measure. He would achieve his dream of becoming the very best or be lost upon the path.

Eventually, as the man’s strength began to sap from his body and his sight grew dim, he saw ahead thru the snow a faint glimmer of light and felt a renewed surge of energy propel him forward. Though he was near the limits of his strength he did not stagger as he walked and as the log cabin came into view he stood tall and strode with purpose to the front door. Their, with hands so stiff he could hardly force himself to close them into a fist, he knocked once, twice and then thrice upon the door.

From inside the sound of a chair being pushed back from a table could be heard just faintly under the howl of the wind. It was followed by a series of foot steps till with a creek the door opened and a woman appeared, back lit by a roaring fire and accompanied by a rush of hot air which melted the snow that still whipped around the man. She looked up at him, eyes filled with a mix of shock and concern and without a word she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into her home.

“My word, whatever brought you out in such strom as this?” The woman asked as she lead the man in black to a chair by a large fireplace and sat him down. “Your stiff as a board and cold as an ice cube!” She tutted and turned quickly to set a kettle on the fire. The man’s eyes meanwhile drifted down to a Flareon which sat and blew a steady stream of fire onto the logs. The Pokémon eyes glanced up to meet the man’s, but as they met, it blushed and looked away as if embarced.

“You have a lovely home.” The man’s voice was still weak from his time in the storm, but managed to maintain a steady calm despite the way his teeth chattered. “And, lovely Pokémon to keep you company.” Though he had not seen any other inhabitants of the house when he had entered, he turned to catch sight of a Leafeon poking its head from a large washtub as the woman prepared tea. Like the Flareon, the Leafeon blushed at the sight of him staring, but unlike its companion, it stared back with a defiant frown.

“Oh their lovely.” The woman smiled and carefully picked up the kettle and carried it to the kitchen area were she began to pour out two large mugs of tea. “I imagine your here for their pups though? Can’t imagine why else you would come so far,” She made her way back and handed the man in black a steaming mug with a smile. “Unless of course you just happened to find my cozy cabin to be your only port in a storm?”

“No.” The man said, his voice even and devoid of any emotion. “I came here on purpose. I thought that today, you would have no other visitors who might disturb us.” He looked from the tea to his host whose face had gone quite still.

“I have very little worth taking.” She began slowly. “If your intent is to do harm, I will defend myself, but-” She was cut off as the man in black shook his head and took a single sip from his mug.

“You misunderstand. I am here to make a purchase, but I am not looking for an Eevee pup.” He looked back to the Flareon who had let her flame die and was now watching him with wrapped attention. “I am here for the mothers.”

“The… Mothers?” The woman’s eyes widened and from the kitchen area a splash of water signaled the Leafeon’s approach. “You don’t know what your asking.”

“I believe I do.” The man said simply and from his coat he drew a black pokéball marked with golden highlights. “And I am willing to be most generous with my offer. In addition to a sizable amount of money, I will also give you this,” He pressed the button at the center of the pokéball and with a flash of golden light an Umbreon appeared, its yellow eyes flashing in the firelight as its body glowed with blue markings.

“A shiny Umbreon male?” The woman mouth dropped open a little and she leaned forward in her chair. “And of exsilent breeding it seems…”

“A catch.” The man agreed, returning the Pokémon to its ball with a click. “A star breeder easily worth two common Eeveelutions, even before the cash settlement.”

“And yet…” She leaned back and pursed her lips. “I cannot accept. Even with so generous an offer, I simply cannot allow you to have these two Pokémon. They are mine and will remain so, that is their fate.” At her words the Flareon’s eyes fell, but the Leafeon who had walked over to where the human had been talking hissed its disapproval.

“That’s why I came here today, risking my life in this storm to do so.” The man said, his eyes fixed on those of the woman. “Because I know why your so reluctant to part with them…” Now he leaned forward hands folded over the luxury ball in his lap. “I know that your star breeders are something special, I know that they can learn moves other pokemon cannot and that they are more intelligent that any normal Eeveelution has any right to be. I know that you have made a business on breeding Eevee’s yet refuse to let go of these two and I know the potential they have to become some of the strongest Pokémon around.” Both of the Pokémon were now looking at him with the same intensity as their mistress, eyes filled with both shame and apprehension.

“And why is that?” The woman asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Because I know they used to be trainers.” The man stated, the startled cries from the Pokémon underscoring the seemingly absurd statement.

“Do you now…?” The woman asked and leaned forward, her face mere inches from that of her visitor. “And you want them on your team so you can… What? Win matches? Become a member of the elite four? All off the backs of a couple of cursed trainers? Boys whom, but for a twist of fate might now be sitting right where you are?”

“You don’t seem to have much in the way of scruples about exploiting them yourself.” The man pointed out, pulling back and sipping his tea with a deliberate slowness. “We both want the same thing really and since you can always make more, I don’t see why you should be so reticent to deny my offer.”

The woman frowned. “I cannot ‘always make more’. The process is… Delicate and must be earned…” She sighed and shook her head. “These two, in their day were cruel and careless trainers, boys who had no respect for the Pokémon who loved them and who gave up so much to help them.” She reached down and picked up the Flareon who yelped and shivered as she was carried to her owners lap. “This one, he was proud and believed himself above the pokemon he caught. For him, only those like your shiny Umbreon were worthy of his attention and so would force his girls to produce egg after egg, discarding their children with careless abandon if they did not produce what he wanted.” The Flareon shivers again and hid her face. “He eventually grew tired of this and sought out even more cruel methods of getting what he wanted till by chance he stumbled upon my home and explained to me his plight.”

The Flareon made a sudden leap from the woman’s lap and began to run, claws scrambling on the hardwood. The woman let her get just out of sight before clapping her hands. Instantly the blushing Pokémon returned to the chair, head down and tail limp. “Now come sit.” The woman commanded and patted her lap. For an instant it seemed as if the Flareon would not obey, but then with a defeated sigh, it leapt up onto its owners lap and whimpered as it curled into a tight ball. “Very good girl.”

“An impressive trick.” The man commented. “Is that from training or your curse?”

“A bit of both.” The woman replied. “Though calling it my curse is not entirely fair. You see, I am not all knowing and without a bit of… Help, I cannot judge a person's innocence or guilt. For that I need the word of one of his Pokémon and by lucky chance, his Vaporeon was more then willing to talk.” She smiled and scratched at the Flareon’s ears as she shuttered. “I read his mind, saw in it what his master had done and his wish to punish him for what the poor dears mother had been forced to go thru just to give him life… What had happened to all of his lost brothers and sisters.” She smiled. “Now I insure that all of their children go to good, caring homes. That is why I cannot give her up, for he has promised to make her pay for each and every egg and for just one couple to make up for so many others… Why I doubt she will even reach half of that number if they keep up their pace for another dozen years, not that he is is letting her slack off.” She laughed and picked up the mortified breeder and set her back down on the floor.

“A thought provoking morality tale.” The man in black muttered and sipped his tea. “I assume the Leafon has a similar story?”

“Similar, yes.” The woman nodded and reached down for the other breeder. The Leafeon struggled in her owners grip, but was eventually coaxed into her lap were she settled in with a huff and a nasty look at the man who had come to buy her. “Though she was, in a way, even more wretched in her old life then my first acquisition. You see, back when this adorable darling was still a man, he belonged to a notorious gang, one I am sure you have heard of, if not having had the displeasure of meeting its members in person. They were as low down and dirty as any group of villains you can imagine and they got up to all sorts of nastiness. Robbery, black mail, kidnapping and in his case especially, Pokémon theft.” She sighed. “Can you even imagine it? Taking a Pokémon from the arms of its beloved caretaker? Separating children from their adoring partners?”

She watched his eyes, seeing the flames dance in them and her voice grew faint as she continued. “I suppose there are worse crimes… But his were terrible and when he came to rob me, his Jolteon tried desperately to warn me, even though neither one thought I could understand.” Her lips twisted ever so slightly into a smile as she went on. “But all I needed was a moment to see the truth in his mind… And after making sure his stolen Pokémon were returned to their rightful owners, I let Jolteon choose her fate.” She ran a hand down the clearly irritated Leafeon’s back. “And since then, they have produced strong pups who have gone on to aid the police in countless battles with her old team.” She set the Leafeon down. “Making up for a lifetime of evil is no small task, but Jolteon insures that she gives it her all and then some.”

“I see.” The man stood slowly. “And I suppose that means we cannot come to an understanding then?” He reached again into his coat and reached for something besides the luxury ball.

“We cannot.” The woman sighed. “I am sorry, but their punishments will remain as they are and I will not, cannot permit anyone else to take them away…” She sipped her own tea and finished almost as an aside. “Especially not one who’s true motives are so terribly dark.”

The man’s dark eyes flashed and he began to draw his hand back out from his coat, but before he could get his weapon more than a fraction of the way clear his fingers shifted and shortened into paws. He cursed and dropped the tea as he began to fumble with his coat, but already he had begun to shrink, white fur sprouting across his body. His face pushed out into a short muzzle and thru blue tinted eyes he stared up at the woman as she reached down to retrieve his fallen luxury ball with one hand and his dropped weapon with the other. “You were wise to only let me see the Umbreon for a moment, but you underestimated how little of his mind I needed to see.”

Large white, diamond shaped ears sprouted from the man’s head and his hair became blue, but even as his voice rose in pitch he snarled, “You’ll pay for this! I’ll never submit to you!”

“You will…” The woman shrugged and placed the weapon on the mantle, far out of the reach of the rapidly transforming man. “But its not me you really ought to be worried about.” She lifted the luxury ball with the other hand and moved a finger to the button.

“Wait no!” The man gasped as his voice rose suddenly much higher, marking the point at which his manhood became something else all together. “You ca- Glaceon!” Her voice shifted in tone again as her ability to form human words vanished along with the last traces of her maleness. “GlA-GLACEON!”

The Leafeon chuckled as she and the Flareon watched the last of the Glaceon’s humanity melt away. She spoke, but even as her words came out as those of a Leafeon, the Glaceon understood them perfectly. “Well what do you know? You were right Flareon… Sumer fire, Spring grass, Winter… Glaceon. Seems Zoroark has a pattern. I wonder what Fall will bring?”

“You can talk?” The Glaceon demanded, trying to struggle out of the clothes that no longer fit her. “Help me! We can all escape!”

“No.” The Flareon sighed. “We can’t, though I guess it will be nice to have some more company.”

Before the new Glaceon could say anything else, her attention was drawn to the sound of a luxury ball opening and of an Umbreon sniffing the air. She turned to see her prized shiny staring at her with a mix of confusion and something else she didn’t like the look of, especially as she suddenly realized she had begun to give off a pungent scent.

“Your former master…” The woman said, her voice sounding very odd. Glaceon looked over and was shocked to see a Zoroark standing were the hostess had been just a moment before. “Or rather, the one who took your former master from you.” She reached down and pet the Umbreon’s head. “Since he cannot devise a just punishment, I leave that to you… But please, take all the time you need.” She smiled as the Umbreon advanced on the suddenly rooted to the spot Glaceon. “She’s not going anywhere…”

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The End