When Sparks was a little Eevee, her trainer pampered her and spoiled her every day. Treating the Eevee like she was top of the world. She never had to fight. Only go to beauty contests. Her trainer also had the ambitions to allow her little Sparks to become a jolteon!

However one day the trainer had found a fire stone and left it out on the counter as she went to look for her pokemon that needed it. Sparks always so curious approached the stone and tapped it once. The light so blinding, Sparks couldn't help but squeal before covering her face.

Once the light was gone, Sparks noticed she had orange fur and was warm to the touch. Looking through a mirror she saw that she was no longer a tiny Eevee, but now a beautiful Flareon! She squealed as she loved how she looked!

When her trainer return, she thought the trainer was going to be excited. Instead the trainer screamed, yelled and threw her stuff around. She was so angry as Sparks was a flareon. Then she recalled Sparks into her pokeball.

When Sparks was released, she was surrounded by mysterious beings in white with red "R"s on their chests. She was strapped down to the medical table. As one of them approached her with a wicked smile, it was there she realized that something bad was going on and she cried for her trainer.

The doctor laughed as she screamed as he brings down a circular saw, triggering it and quickly cutting her right arm off. She screamed and cried at the pain as he did the same to her left arm, then taking a scalpel. He cuts out her inner thighs.... before sawing off her legs. They would cut her open and run wires, metal and cables as she slowly stopped screaming, only gasping and groaning as they violate her insides. They wouldn't let her sleep as the work on her. Nor numb her so she couldn't feel it either. Eventually they painfully inserted her new arms, legs and then dyed her fur while heavily cutting it.

Once the procedure was finished. Sparks was freed from the table, told to head out the room. As the door open, her trainer was there talking to the doctor. She was so happy, did she do this to Sparks? The trainer looked towards Sparks with a sick smile across her face. "Oh my sweet sweet Jolteon... It is time for your Training to begin...."

Sparks was then slapped and as she turned to the slap she saw the reflection. She looked like a bastardized version of a jolteon... not a flareon.

Many years of fighting, being forced to use "Electric" moves and holding in her fire moves. Being forced to fight 20 or more opponents. Losing badly, Sparks grew more and more anger as she fought. One fight she eventually won, and she turned to her trainer happily. Hoping to make her happy, only to realize she was gone....

Sparks was alone, fighting, and always on the streets. She tried to remove the dyes, scrap her arms and legs. Tried to remove the lighting stone in her chest. But she couldn't.

Eventually one underground fight brought her attention to someone's eyes. When the crowd called her a "week jolteon". She snapped and unleased a fire move she had held back for years. The heat she emitted was to intense for the ring, her opponent and the crowd to handle as they all ran away. She fell to her knees passing out for the fact she had never used her natural moves.

When she awoke, she was in a bed room and the house of a very friendly Arcanine named "Kreodae". Who offered to be her coach and help her return back to being a flareon.

Now Sparks is a pro fighter, with her arms and legs painted in colors she likes. Her fur dye slowly vanishing as her natural color pushes in. She still wears the holographic mask of her past, so no one can see the hurt girls face underneath.

This commission had been waiting for awhile now hahahah THANK YOU ENDO FOR BRINGING SPARKS TO LIFE!!!!