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Part 1: Elite Takeover Part 1 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 2: Elite Takeover Part 2 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 3 of 3

It was still...

For a brief moment, things were still. Not since embarking on her mission some untold number of hours ago were things still or stable for the flustered from that used to be Lorelei, member of Kanto's Elite Four and Queen of Ice pokemon. All of who she was and what she had done in her life was washed away in this sickly sea of green chemicals that morphed her into the shape of her trusted friend Lapras.

It was an oddly serene moment: Lorelei was swallowed and surrounded by the cushion-like grip of the soft rubber tubing around her. A brief column of ambient light crept in from above where the entrance to the rubbery pod shrank in width to meet the docile volume of the transparent tubing. Now, rather than on display for whatever twisted audience was nearby, if even there was one, she was wholly concealed in this strange, alien apparatus. Was it meant to keep her from attempting escape by trying to scale the upwardly winding tube that housed her? She bothered not resisting, her body already weary and sore from the exhausting transformation that befell her. She was perfectly content to rest in the peaceful and warm liquid bath. Peaceful and warm, yet, somehow getting warmer?

Lorelei's ears perked up to the tune of a strange high pitched hum. The glow of the green walls surrounding her radiated even brighter from the bottom upwards. It was unsettling, yet brief, fading away just as quickly as it arrived. All except the now uncomfortable warmth of the fluid around her. If she weren't submerged, she'd certainly break out in a sweat.

Grunting and groaning, Lorelei bemoaned that her fleeting moment of peace was now gone. Her encapsulation was now too hot and stuffy and... shrinking? The once comforting cushiony walls that trapped her were now tightening and overbearing, making it harder and harder to continue breathing. Her heartrate and breath chopping shorter and short, anxiety flooding her veins as the rubbery pod gripped around her, face now forced against a constricting elastic barrier until...

*sssshlick*...*sssshlippp*

A most jarring and wet sensation rang a slimy noise as cooler temperatures washed over the Lapras' beak and face. Lorelei was unable to open her eyes until what felt like an oily constrictive ring orifice slithered over the whole of her face. A twinge of resistance was met at her horn, which dragged and gathered webs of sticky rubber mass until the tension pierced another opening, revealing her horn to the sterile air of the lab. She could feel the moist mass that gathered at the base of her horn slide off and away as more of her face came free, a soft and subtle *schlap* sounded as the string of gooey rubber snapped back to the rest of the blobby mass behind her.

Next she had to nudge her curled ears loose from the gurgling goo, wriggling her face left and right to inch them free of the grimy grip. With a mighty lurch forward, Lorelei felt the moist membrane slurp down the length of her neck, clinging and dragging ever so slightly, the puckered penetration lubricated by the preservation fluid that bathed her body.

*shlorpppp*...*squilsshhhh*

Lorelei could only muster a terrified and tired moan under her breath as the slimy rubber surface suckled on her body. The air was cold, harsh and sterile, but at least she was once again breathing fresh air. Lasting traces of amniotic simulant gurgled in her throat and lungs, safely absorbed as air once again filled her respiration.

Her birthing had slowed for a moment, the now amorphous mass of grey behind her shifting and bobbing about, bubbles flurrying upward the transparent tube in relief of the pressure of her departing body. The progress of her breach had been halted at her shoulders; Lorelei mustered what energy she could to wriggle her fore-fin forward against the resistance of the rubber membrane.

*ssssshlurrrrrk*

The suction of the viscous grey goo was violent as her effort deformed the once round silhouette of the birthing pod, the sloppy wet noises rang equally as violent. As much as it turned her stomach, Lorelei managed to force her fins free as sticky trails of rubber snapped back to the main body of grey mass at her rear. It was not unlike wading through a swamp of mud or quicksand which, thankfully, Lorelei had only to do once before in her life.

Her fins now free, the next tug of resistance came at the massive shell that made up Lorelei's backside. Craning her neck back to see the disgusting gooey pod still clinging to more than half her body, she couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the sticky material to remain in one piece despite how much tearing and thrusting she's put it through. It more resembled an organic living creature rather than a sterile piece of lab equipment.

Lorelei labored at length for what felt like minutes, dragging herself forward by the fins, hoping to gain whatever purchase she could against the slick laboratory floor. The slimy slurping noises sounding a gross chorus across the facility walls as the barnacle shapes that jutted from her shell would snag and drag moist gooey mass as she continued to wriggle free. Each intrusive shape would tear a new hole into the gooey mass, only to have it snap itself back into the central body of the rubber, repairing itself and preventing any liquids from leaking through. This brilliant biochemical seal would continue to yawn wider and wider until it reached the apex of her shell.

*sssshhhlipppppp*

The tension that built in the stretched gooey orifice was released to prolonged sloshing noise that eased and squeezed the remainder of Lorelei's body through. Not unlike an egg passing through a dilated vent, Lorelei's birth was completed with a most efficient, if not disgustingly squishy, push through the gooey membrane. Her rear fins and tail were gently slurped through with ease. The grey rubbery pod, at one point stretched to at least ten times its original docile volume, returned to its peaceful standby status; its laborious job finally done.

Lorelei still labored to catch her breath, having just endured a passing more strenuous than any swimming workout she had ever done. She was finally free of her containment, but now had to contemplate the challenge of escaping the bowels of this castle fortress. If she could manage to break free, she had a good chance of traversing the sea safely in her new form. But she had to act fast. No doubt, someone would arrive soon to apprehend and detain her, no way she was the only one in this vast construct with such advanced equipment.

As if something had read her mind that very moment, an eerie grey and purple creature, not much taller than an average human, stood before Lorelei on firm and powerful haunches. A lengthy purple tail wafted ominously behind the creature. It possessed long thin arms and stood upright on a pair of digitigrade hind legs. Its sickly thin neck supported a perpetually frowning head that somewhat resembled a cat. Lorelei was stunned silent by the creature's intimidating presence.

"Was it always standing there?! How long has it been watching me?"

The alien-shaped creature raised an arm, seemingly threatening the former trainer, though instead of claws or fingers, the creature's hands were capped with largely bulbous digits. A faint glow emanated from the unsettling pointed limb, as well as the creature's menacing eyes. Despite Lorelei's larger size that would dominate this foreign life-form, she felt a nauseating and uneasy pressure squirm within her.

"A psychic attack!" Lorelei concluded to herself. Along with vetting the regional gym leaders with battle exams, as well as waging her own fights, she was familiar with the dangerous powers of psychic pokemon. The nature of their extra-sensory abilities oftentimes meant the trainers would be affected just as much or more than the pokemon engaged in battle. So much so that every pharmacy section of every pokemart is regularly stocked, and typically emptied, of medicine that counters the headhace and nausea that accompanies psychic battles. What Lorelei wouldn't give for another trip to the finest pharmacy in Celadon right about now.

Lorelei curled her forefins around her head to cover and protect herself, despite knowing that such a measure would counteract nothing that comes from a psychic attack. Instinctual reaction now ruled her body more than ever since she was now living life as a pokemon. Moments passed before Lorelei dared to peek an eye between her fins that shielded her face; nothing seemed to result from this creature's psychic assault. "Was it all a hoax? Is this purple pokemon just as lost and confused as I? Is this thing even a pokemon at all?" Her thoughts raced as she heard clanging and rumbling rolling louder and louder behind her. The wall at the back of the lab was shifting!

As the fortifying wall that backed the facility receded into a slot that crept from floor to ceiling, it unveiled a sight that turned Lorelei's stomach worse than the heralding psychic pulse. It was yet another series of glass columns filled with the same green fluids that had surrounded Lorelei just minutes ago; their collective glow causing a sickly chill to run over her body.

However, this set of tubes were occupied by various species of pokemon: Rhyhorn, Dewgong, Gyarados, Vulpix, Staryu, Weezing, Arbok, Meowth, and at the center of it all, a Pikachu. Each rested in a hibernating stasis in their own separate artificial womb.

Nine of them... Just like the Missing Persons Report.

"It couldn't be... Are these the...?" Lorelei was clinging desperately to what little mental fortitude she had remaining from her exhaustive day. Her skin practically crawling at the very thought of her budding conclusion driving every fiber of her being to the brink of crisis.

"The missing trainers?!"

Comments are welcome and encouraged ^v^

Description
Part 1: Elite Takeover Part 1 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 2: Elite Takeover Part 2 by WhitePhoenix52 on DeviantArt
Part 3 of 3

It was still...

For a brief moment, things were still. Not since embarking on her mission some untold number of hours ago were things still or stable for the flustered from that used to be Lorelei, member of Kanto's Elite Four and Queen of Ice pokemon. All of who she was and what she had done in her life was washed away in this sickly sea of green chemicals that morphed her into the shape of her trusted friend Lapras.

It was an oddly serene moment: Lorelei was swallowed and surrounded by the cushion-like grip of the soft rubber tubing around her. A brief column of ambient light crept in from above where the entrance to the rubbery pod shrank in width to meet the docile volume of the transparent tubing. Now, rather than on display for whatever twisted audience was nearby, if even there was one, she was wholly concealed in this strange, alien apparatus. Was it meant to keep her from attempting escape by trying to scale the upwardly winding tube that housed her? She bothered not resisting, her body already weary and sore from the exhausting transformation that befell her. She was perfectly content to rest in the peaceful and warm liquid bath. Peaceful and warm, yet, somehow getting warmer?

Lorelei's ears perked up to the tune of a strange high pitched hum. The glow of the green walls surrounding her radiated even brighter from the bottom upwards. It was unsettling, yet brief, fading away just as quickly as it arrived. All except the now uncomfortable warmth of the fluid around her. If she weren't submerged, she'd certainly break out in a sweat.

Grunting and groaning, Lorelei bemoaned that her fleeting moment of peace was now gone. Her encapsulation was now too hot and stuffy and... shrinking? The once comforting cushiony walls that trapped her were now tightening and overbearing, making it harder and harder to continue breathing. Her heartrate and breath chopping shorter and short, anxiety flooding her veins as the rubbery pod gripped around her, face now forced against a constricting elastic barrier until...

*sssshlick*...*sssshlippp*

A most jarring and wet sensation rang a slimy noise as cooler temperatures washed over the Lapras' beak and face. Lorelei was unable to open her eyes until what felt like an oily constrictive ring orifice slithered over the whole of her face. A twinge of resistance was met at her horn, which dragged and gathered webs of sticky rubber mass until the tension pierced another opening, revealing her horn to the sterile air of the lab. She could feel the moist mass that gathered at the base of her horn slide off and away as more of her face came free, a soft and subtle *schlap* sounded as the string of gooey rubber snapped back to the rest of the blobby mass behind her.

Next she had to nudge her curled ears loose from the gurgling goo, wriggling her face left and right to inch them free of the grimy grip. With a mighty lurch forward, Lorelei felt the moist membrane slurp down the length of her neck, clinging and dragging ever so slightly, the puckered penetration lubricated by the preservation fluid that bathed her body.

*shlorpppp*...*squilsshhhh*

Lorelei could only muster a terrified and tired moan under her breath as the slimy rubber surface suckled on her body. The air was cold, harsh and sterile, but at least she was once again breathing fresh air. Lasting traces of amniotic simulant gurgled in her throat and lungs, safely absorbed as air once again filled her respiration.

Her birthing had slowed for a moment, the now amorphous mass of grey behind her shifting and bobbing about, bubbles flurrying upward the transparent tube in relief of the pressure of her departing body. The progress of her breach had been halted at her shoulders; Lorelei mustered what energy she could to wriggle her fore-fin forward against the resistance of the rubber membrane.

*ssssshlurrrrrk*

The suction of the viscous grey goo was violent as her effort deformed the once round silhouette of the birthing pod, the sloppy wet noises rang equally as violent. As much as it turned her stomach, Lorelei managed to force her fins free as sticky trails of rubber snapped back to the main body of grey mass at her rear. It was not unlike wading through a swamp of mud or quicksand which, thankfully, Lorelei had only to do once before in her life.

Her fins now free, the next tug of resistance came at the massive shell that made up Lorelei's backside. Craning her neck back to see the disgusting gooey pod still clinging to more than half her body, she couldn't help but marvel at the resilience of the sticky material to remain in one piece despite how much tearing and thrusting she's put it through. It more resembled an organic living creature rather than a sterile piece of lab equipment.

Lorelei labored at length for what felt like minutes, dragging herself forward by the fins, hoping to gain whatever purchase she could against the slick laboratory floor. The slimy slurping noises sounding a gross chorus across the facility walls as the barnacle shapes that jutted from her shell would snag and drag moist gooey mass as she continued to wriggle free. Each intrusive shape would tear a new hole into the gooey mass, only to have it snap itself back into the central body of the rubber, repairing itself and preventing any liquids from leaking through. This brilliant biochemical seal would continue to yawn wider and wider until it reached the apex of her shell.

*sssshhhlipppppp*

The tension that built in the stretched gooey orifice was released to prolonged sloshing noise that eased and squeezed the remainder of Lorelei's body through. Not unlike an egg passing through a dilated vent, Lorelei's birth was completed with a most efficient, if not disgustingly squishy, push through the gooey membrane. Her rear fins and tail were gently slurped through with ease. The grey rubbery pod, at one point stretched to at least ten times its original docile volume, returned to its peaceful standby status; its laborious job finally done.

Lorelei still labored to catch her breath, having just endured a passing more strenuous than any swimming workout she had ever done. She was finally free of her containment, but now had to contemplate the challenge of escaping the bowels of this castle fortress. If she could manage to break free, she had a good chance of traversing the sea safely in her new form. But she had to act fast. No doubt, someone would arrive soon to apprehend and detain her, no way she was the only one in this vast construct with such advanced equipment.

As if something had read her mind that very moment, an eerie grey and purple creature, not much taller than an average human, stood before Lorelei on firm and powerful haunches. A lengthy purple tail wafted ominously behind the creature. It possessed long thin arms and stood upright on a pair of digitigrade hind legs. Its sickly thin neck supported a perpetually frowning head that somewhat resembled a cat. Lorelei was stunned silent by the creature's intimidating presence.

"Was it always standing there?! How long has it been watching me?"

The alien-shaped creature raised an arm, seemingly threatening the former trainer, though instead of claws or fingers, the creature's hands were capped with largely bulbous digits. A faint glow emanated from the unsettling pointed limb, as well as the creature's menacing eyes. Despite Lorelei's larger size that would dominate this foreign life-form, she felt a nauseating and uneasy pressure squirm within her.

"A psychic attack!" Lorelei concluded to herself. Along with vetting the regional gym leaders with battle exams, as well as waging her own fights, she was familiar with the dangerous powers of psychic pokemon. The nature of their extra-sensory abilities oftentimes meant the trainers would be affected just as much or more than the pokemon engaged in battle. So much so that every pharmacy section of every pokemart is regularly stocked, and typically emptied, of medicine that counters the headhace and nausea that accompanies psychic battles. What Lorelei wouldn't give for another trip to the finest pharmacy in Celadon right about now.

Lorelei curled her forefins around her head to cover and protect herself, despite knowing that such a measure would counteract nothing that comes from a psychic attack. Instinctual reaction now ruled her body more than ever since she was now living life as a pokemon. Moments passed before Lorelei dared to peek an eye between her fins that shielded her face; nothing seemed to result from this creature's psychic assault. "Was it all a hoax? Is this purple pokemon just as lost and confused as I? Is this thing even a pokemon at all?" Her thoughts raced as she heard clanging and rumbling rolling louder and louder behind her. The wall at the back of the lab was shifting!

As the fortifying wall that backed the facility receded into a slot that crept from floor to ceiling, it unveiled a sight that turned Lorelei's stomach worse than the heralding psychic pulse. It was yet another series of glass columns filled with the same green fluids that had surrounded Lorelei just minutes ago; their collective glow causing a sickly chill to run over her body.

However, this set of tubes were occupied by various species of pokemon: Rhyhorn, Dewgong, Gyarados, Vulpix, Staryu, Weezing, Arbok, Meowth, and at the center of it all, a Pikachu. Each rested in a hibernating stasis in their own separate artificial womb.

Nine of them... Just like the Missing Persons Report.

"It couldn't be... Are these the...?" Lorelei was clinging desperately to what little mental fortitude she had remaining from her exhaustive day. Her skin practically crawling at the very thought of her budding conclusion driving every fiber of her being to the brink of crisis.

"The missing trainers?!"

Comments are welcome and encouraged ^v^