Shamrock Cavern

Chapter 6
The mansion on the hill

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Entering the mansion grounds, the three investigators kept low to and walked quiet. Against all possible logic they were investigating during the daylight hours just as the sun began flooding the hilltop estate.
Much of the city itself was still in shadow and most of the men and women visiting the exhibit undoubtedly in bed.
"With luck..." Brock thought out loud as they entered the ground. "The people inside will be asleep still and wont notice us. We can slip in, see what's going on and leave before anybody notices."
"Togepi's glowing." Brock and Ritchie turned back to see a blue glow surround Togepi then fade again.
Brock looked over it and hummed to himself, quietly thinking.
"I know that glow but until we see some better proof I can't say anything. Togepi isn't a very good subject for identifying it."
"What is it?"
"Just follow me!" Brock waved to Ritchie and Mirana. "There's a window over here where we should be able to get in."
"Oh, I sincerely hope nobody's watching us or we will be so completely screwed when we get in there."
"No kid -" Ritchie replied to Mirana, only to be cut off by Brocks bark of laughter. "...ing?"
"C'mon. And hush."

Trying first to pry the window open Brock broke two sticks and strained a muscle in his right arm before Mirana noticed that the window had been nailed shut, most likely long ago. The glass itself was missing on the top pane, having been boarded up, and the bottom pane so grotty with years of dirt that somebody hade come along and smeared the words 'Wash me' on it. Rubbing a hanky against the window it came away completely black while only slightly lessening the overall grime and so, with some distain, Ritchie reverted to the criminals best weapon.
A half brick smacked against the window with just enough force to crack it.

Upstairs James and Meowth, in opposing beds, suddenly jerked upright and call out 'Cheesecake!' in unison then fell back to bed sound asleep. Jessie rolled over in her bed and mumbled something about 'Jewel of the isle' as downstairs Brock carefully picked out the pieces of broken glass and neatly stacked them beside the window frame.

All three youths climbed in through the now draftee window and looked around in confusion at the narrow pathway marked out by small beams, boxes and sandbags. Stepping over support frames they noticed ropes going over the tops of the walls and old tins of paint.
"Looks like a theatre." Ritchie observed as he took in their surrounding. "Like, behind the scenes. I wonder if there's a way into the main room?"
"I imagine there will be at one end or another."
"Shhh." Brock chastised the pair, leading the way to the nearest gap in the scenery.

Shadows shifted and moved as they emerged into the main hall, a quiet rumble of sound emitting from the walls around them as they did so. Compared to the wall space they'd been in a second before this area was substantially darker - the little light from the windows being blocked and filtered by the plaster and chipboard walling so clumsily erected
Knocking over some kind of pole as they emerged into the hall, Mirana was too slow to stop it clattering to the floor.
A large number of eyes started opening around them, peering out of the darkness and on instinct the trio clutched together in the centre of the room.
Red eyes, green eyes, blue eyes. Large eyes small eyes, they stared at the group in the centre of the room with curiosity.

"What are they?" Mirana finally voiced with a squeak, Brocks large arms reaching around her and her friend and pulling them close in a reassuring way.
"I think..."
"Are they ghosts?" Ritchie interrupted, only to feel Brock gently squeeze the boys arm.
"If they were dangerous they would have attacked by now. Let me get the lights."
Mirana nodded and grabbed Ritchie's hand in her own, feeling the boy squeeze it reassuringly as Brock's reassuring figure vanished.

A cigarette lighter flicked into light further down the hall as the two children clutched to each other. In the darkness their eyes had grown slightly accustomed, making out indescribable shapes and outlines when the lights started sparking on in the hall, large fluro lights spread across the roof.
The children shielded their eyes as they came on and the creatures around them mimicked the behaviour as best as possible.
The grumbling baying and chirping sounds around them grew for a moment. Mirana and Ritchie's mouths dropped open in shock as they looked around at the frightened creatures surrounding them. Brock nodded, putting his hands on his hips and muttering a nondescript - "I thought as much."

"But..."
"Yes."
"They're pokemon!" Ritchie replied uncertainly, "Aren't they? They are... aren't?" Both children blushed, suddenly aware of exactly what they were looking at then looked at their feet in embarrassment.
"I didn't know they could get that big." Mirana commented.
"I don't think they do normally. In fact that type of pokemon doesn't even have a penis normally."
"I think some of them got their genders mixed up too." Brock interrupted. "I bet I know what's responsible for this as well. Togepi glowing earlier gave me a hint."

In the bright lights being used now the exact shapes could be seen of each pokemon and nothing was left to imagination. Looking around at the altered pokemon their faces became substantially redder.
"Where are you going?" Mirana called out as Ritchie took a step towards a beedrill morph. At first Mirana tried to pull Ritchie back but instead found herself being dragged closer to the creature, despite her efforts. Of moderate height Ritchie examined the pokemon's black and yellow skin and tried to look at his face, the pokeboy attempting to crawl towards them.
"It looks hungry." Ritchie observed. "I bet they don't feed these things enough. My but what a penis he has on him though."
Mirana gulped, staring at the back of Ritchie's head for a moment before looking back towards the beedrill morph. Its upper body was human but the lower body was shaped like a bees-tail with spindly legs sticking out the bottom. Forcing herself to be truthful she noticed the 5 inches of yellow coloured penis and gulped again.

"Yeah, I guess so but I'd rather.... "
"Rather what?"
"Forget it I ..."
Ritchie pulled on Mirana's arm to draw her closer. "Hey, it's no foul since you know about my interests. We could threesome him if you like?"

Mirana shook the boys hand off and stepped backwards only to bump into Brock.
"You're friend is right. None of these pokemon are being taken care of properly. They probably got tied up as soon as they were inside the field. They haven't been able to run around and they definitely haven't been fed enough."
"It's probably done so the pokemon will try to please the guests. You know? Food for rewards."
"It's vile."
"Agreed."
"Yeah."
"Wheez-ing!"

Three sets of eyes blinked at the final comment. All of the pokemon around them at the moment were muttering to themselves in pokemon speech so the comment from the wheezing wasn't all that surprising except for how close it had seamed.
Still holding hands with Mirana, Ritchie turned to face the two faced cloud and its massive penis and fell promptly on his rump in surprise, Mirana following shortly and landing in Ritchie's arms.
Finally, turning to face his opponent, Brock also fell backwards in pure shock.
Sitting on the floor all three stared at the pokemon. Up until that moment neither the children nor Brock himself had ever realised just how much a wheezing resembles a pair of testicles but somewhere along the line the magic handling the transformation had - a large stick of penis sticking out the pokemon's head to a length equal that of a humans height.
Grumbling a deep hissing "Wheeze!" the poisonous pokemon reached out with its oppressingly large hands and grabbed at the two youngest children, tossing them into the pen with the beedrill boy.

As the children landed inside the pen the ravenous beedril boy latched onto Mirana greedily and pulled her towards himself, Ritchie trying vainly to get his friend out from under it and with a sense of imposing doom the giant floating penis turned to find Brock absent.
It scratched its left testicle, the soft penis hanging off its body like a grotesque nose and decided what to do next. In the end it went out into the grounds, carefully looking around while Mirana, Ritchie and the beedril began the earlier talked about threesome.