Disclaimer and Preface

I am Huntermun and I do not own Pokémon. I mean, I own Pokémon Pearl (my friend got Diamond), but I do not own the rights to Pokémon. Obviously, that's Nintendo, Game Freak, The Pokémon Company, and whatever other organizations have got all those copyrights. Whoever they are, they are not me, so it should be clear that I could never sell the following story... you know, ignoring that it's got sex scenes in an intellectual property usually meant for children...

Actually, this particular Preface has more to do with the varied multi-perspective of Pokémon and how it pertains to this particular story. You and I both know that there's a lot of ways of looking at Pokémon. From the Games, to the Anime (shows and movie), to the manga... and lots of blanks are left open due to it being a mostly children's IP.

There's very little detail on how Pokémon mate, what it really means to be Traded away, how they might be set free, their off-screen relationship with a Trainer, and how that relationship changes when their Trainer ages (how old is Ash, seriously?). There's tons of made-up locations, but they are geographically based upon a world that is very similar to our real one. Is the planet Earth? In the Anime, real-world locations are mentioned in passing, and I think it has even come up in the games as well, so what does that mean for the setting? Is this Earth after a world war, nuclear fallout, or some other event that gave rise to Pokémon? Maybe.

Even beyond that is how all the details of the world work. What's a Pokédex powered by? Why do Pokémon only know four moves at a time? If not steps, what determines when a Pokémon might hatch? We keep adding more pocket monsters, so there's probably so many more out there. What makes a writer able to create original 'mons and have the audience be OK with that? Relatedly, if you actually knew the answers to all those questions, um... yeah. I hope you can let me slide on a few things and just enjoy yourself. You're probably way more hardcore than I am.

You might be a Pokéfanatic, a casual fan, or just someone looking to see your own fetish show up in a particular chapter, Pokémon or not. No matter the case, I hope you enjoy yourself. For you Pokémon fans, well, I also ask that you at least give me a little leeway when something in the story conflicts with your generally accepted version of how the Pokémon Universe "must work". I've actually tried to research a lot of things here and make stuff I thought didn't make sense finally do just that... the four move limit gets to me, a lot. Expect me to smudge that, OK? Just warning you.

Regardless of whether you like Pokémon or not, I tried to write a good story. I hope you like it. If you like video game stuff, you're probably going to see shout-outs, in-jokes, and tongue-in-cheek reference to other properties as I move forward. That's just how I roll, and, actually, the catalyst for my story? I bet you've seen it in some other Nintendo universe recently...

See you in the Future,

_-- Huntermun _

Prologue

Only a select few scientists across the world were actually paying close enough attention to the night's sky to see on their spectrometers that something resembling the readings for a worm hole had opened up not all that far out into the solar system. It was there all at once and then quickly vanished after having spewed forth a large chunk of rock which then hurtled passed the biggest planets on a collision course with the blue planet containing all the known life in system.

A veritable cornucopia of alarm bells sounded in select observatories of various regions around the world as professional and amateur astronomers alike notified their local and national governments about the impending strike of a meteorite from unknown origin. The trajectory of the object was calculated based on its known speed and the impact was predicted to strike the surface of the world almost directly on top of the unaligned island of Prinni in the center of the Pacific Ocean.

Were the impact to be at the speed it was expected, the effects would be felt the world over and the dust kicked up would send the planet into a dark age for years to come. Beyond mere soil flung high would be tsunami waves and earthquakes due in no small part to the velocity of the object rather than its size. All life: plants, humans, and yes... even Pokémon might perish just as ancient species had long before them.

However, mere moments before the glowing purple rock passed between the solar system's central star and the planet, the object slowed down dramatically. The briefest sign of relief was felt by the majority of the planet as a global catastrophe was unexpectedly ended before it had begun. Even though it would still make quite the impact, the effects would instead be centralized to the tiny island nation and its surrounding waters, a far cry away from endangering most of the planet.

As it entered the atmosphere, the energy being irradiating from it could be measured more accurately. Such high levels of radioactivity had never been measured outside of government funded testing and there were those that immediately sought to find a way to harness it for themselves. Those with a thirst for dominance over others knew not what dangers lay before them, but it was clear enough that the great unknown striking Prinni was something powerful to be used for their own desires.

Only the most skilled Pokémon and Trainer teams on the island would even stand a chance against those from across the world that might seek advantage from this tragedy. Those few, however, were likely to be caught off guard by such powerful forces coming to their island from afar... even more so as the corruption from the impacted meteor began to alter their minds and bodies and make them into something different... altered by that energy that others sought for themselves.

I: Things Change

Dakota Rupple dashed to the side, running in time with the orange colored canine with the fluffy cream-colored mohawk. The dual-clawed front paws smacked the ground of the Mount Fiesta clearing with force as the deep orange bracers above each of his four ankles weighed him down, increasing his chance to build strength but lowering his speed. The the three black stripes across the puppy's hindquarters framed the fuzzy off-white tail which trailed behind him like the flames from a jet engine.

The puppy-like Pokémon barked its defiance as it rushed towards the towering white form of a stallion galloping towards him, his Trainer just a short distance away from the two of them, opposite Rupple. Riley Naroge shouted towards the steed with the flaming mane, "Use Fire Spin!" And with that command, the horse that was nearly twice as big as the canine twirled its rear end around, whipping its flaming mane and tail in the direction of the other quadruped once, twice, and three times.

The flames singed the fur of orange canine, Growlithe, as they spun in the air, striking him and circling around. With each new step, the circle grew smaller and smaller, ready to close in on him if he stopped. "Looks like Archer's getting a little toasty there, cousin!" Riley called out as she jumped up into the air, fist raised high. "You've got him now, Al," she said with a smile as she blew a kiss towards her Rapidash. The stallion reared back and whinnied, voicing a thought of victory as it trotted to a stop.

Dakota frowned a bit as his mon ran swift circles to keep ahead of the flame. He knew that Archer would be fine since the fire of the stallion's attack would have activated his Flame Body, making him immune to the continued effects of the fire as it circled him. It wouldn't matter, though, as the Venusaur that had just been out a moment earlier had shaken the earth so badly underneath his poor Growlithe that the canine was nearly down for the count. As much as he hated to do it, he was about to have to call out his sixth and final Pokémon.

"Archer!" Rupple called out to his puppy to get its attention, "You've got this! Reversal!" The deep brown eyes of the canine caught sight of his Trainer, and he let out a joyous 'lithe!' in reply, turning towards the fiery steed and bursting through the burning ring of fire surrounding him. Embers flickered up into the air as the warmth of his own body prevented him from taking damage. They chased him, the flames, as Archer crossed the open space to close the distance to the Rapidash, his paws striking the earth with such weight that they gave tiny tremors as he moved.

Leaping up, his clawed forepaws forward, Archer stuck the stallion hard in the chest. A brief burst of blood shot up into the air as the Growlithe landed. The flames that he had been pulling along behind him crashed into the larger stallion and coated over his four-legged form as his own move came back at him for extra damaged. The horse let out a lone neigh of pain as the fire coursed over his body, his sides gaining swaths of black marks as the circle of fire snaked its way around his body.

Shaking in place, Alistair shuttered and fell over, barely breathing as Naroge's mouth fell open. "No. No way," she stammered. Quickly, she grabbed at the black sash that draped over her chest on her left side, pulling off a red and white sphere and aiming it towards the fallen form of her powerful Rapidash. The Poké Ball grew to softball size as she said, "Al, Return."

A wave of blue energy shot out from the button on the front of the device and struck the form of her fallen Pokémon. Shifting into pure energy, the creature returned to the open ball which slapped shut around it. Quickly, she reached to her last red and white ball and pulled it off her sash. "You're good, cous. But I just have to hit little Archer one more time and back he goes," she said with a grin, flicking her brown hair out of her face, "Then I finally get to see this powerful Pokémon you've been talking about." With a quick flick of the wrist, the Poké Ball in her hand expanded in size as she tossed it out into the open calling out: "I choose you, Xiphose!"

Before Dakota appeared a four foot and some change tall green insect with long curved blades for hands and the face of some reptilian warrior. "Always saving your Scyther for last, I see," Rupple grinned, knowing that Archer could take the Bug-type with three paws tied behind his back in any normal encounter. However, Dakota also knew that Reversal did more damage the more a Pokémon was hurt, and Archer had taken out a stronger Fire-type in two hits. The puppy was panting hard from the exertion as it was, and a strong wind could perhaps knock him over.

"Scyther, use Wing Attack!"

"Fire Fang, Archer! You can do this," Dakota said with confidence. The canine looked towards his trainer, then turned and rushed towards the flying green monster, leaping into the air to sink his teeth into its sturdy hide. The wings behind the Scyther fluttered and stretched outward as it jumped into the air and dove towards the fire-based puppy. Bug versus Fire... he can do this, Rupple considered, and then I'll have won with one Pokémon left to call.

But as the two Pokémon collided in the air, the growl from Archer turned into a yelp as his flaming teeth snapped shut, just narrowly missing the green insect's arm just an instant before the firm wing smashed into him and knocked him into the ground roughly. "He... missed. He's never missed," Dakota frowned, wincing as his orange colored puppy with the black stripes bounced after striking the open soil hard. Running his hand through his black hair, he scratched at the edge of his dark blue bandana with the half Poké Ball symbol that he had tied around his forehead. He actually missed, Rupple thought again, not sure what to make of it.

"Time to see what all the fuss is about," Riley called out as she leaned forward with both her hands to either side of her face. She had on a big grin as she wiggled her eyebrows behind her orange bandana, eager to see the new Fighting-type her cousin had written about in his letters. "Be ready, Xi," she said to Xiphose as he landed a short distance away, but her tone was more enthusiasm than concern.

"Scy," he said simply, watching Dakota's hands as the young trainer pulled a Poké Ball off of the one strap of his backpack. The green warrior narrowed its eyes, ready for whatever might come next.

The regular ball in Rupple's hand grew lager, beamed its blue energy out towards the Archer, and digitized the little canine back into his resting place to be healed in town sometime later. "Sorry, boy," he said softly to the red and white sphere as he hooked it back onto his strap. His hands grasped the black sphere just below it. Gold rings circled the top, bottom, and center of the ball, each trimmed with red. "Sorry to you too," he said, tapping the golden button on the front. "Lucia, I chose you," he said simply, underhandedly tossing the luxury Poké Ball so that it rolled to a stop a few feet away.

Riley blinked at the somewhat low-key introduction given how heated the six on six Solo Battle had been up to that point. "Luxury Ball?" She grinned and stuck her tongue out at Dakota as she added playfully: "I can't wait to meet your special someone!" Turning away from her cousin's reaction, she eagerly awaited the appearance of this new opponent for her Scyther.

The black ball opened up into a golden glow of energy which coalesced into a slightly shorter than four foot tall humanoid form in blue and black. It stood up, raising its jackal-like head to stare forward with serious, red eyes at the female Trainer across the way. The four black lumps of fur off the back of its head shifted like dreadlocks as it turned to face the Scyther. Saying only 'Cari', it flexed its arms to the side, then raised up its right hand forward to the Bug-type, the steel spike off the back of its palm shimmering in the noon day light as it motioned him forward into combat.

"A Lucario!?" Naroge exclaimed as she reached up to the orange bandanna tied over the top of her head and pressed against it hard. "You finally got one! He's so cool," she grinned wide, the two years younger of her age compared to Dakota coming through before she shook herself and straightened her stance. "I mean... he's no match for my Scyther," Riley said as she tried to compose herself, flicking a hand up to move her brown hair out of the way of her right eye.

"I think she'd be offended if she wasn't so serious," Trainer Rupple said simply, turning to watch as Xiphose took the taunt and headed into combat without waiting for Riley to tell him to do so.

"She? Wow, a female Lucario? Those are extra rare," she said, then realized Xi had entered combat without waiting for her. "Xi! Um, use Toxic!" she called out, not certain he would listen to her while enraged. Blinking, Dakota watched Riley's mistake unfold as her Bug-type rushed the Lucario, stabbing both of its bladed arms forward in an attempt to poison it. Lucia merely stepped away as the blades grazed her fur, the purple mist of poison making a cloud over her cream-colored chest as she simply spun on one foot, twirling out of the way and leaving the noxious cloud behind as the Scyther ran passed.

Dakota smiled, "Playtime is over, cousin. Lucy's too serious." Lucia's red eyes shifted towards her Trainer, then back to her opponent. "She'll make it quick," he said simply with a smile and a nod.

Trainer Riley was holding a small metal tablet with a black back which resembled a smartphone. Quickly looking to her Pokédex, she suddenly realized she'd called for the one attack Xiphose could do that a Lucario would be completely unaffected by. "Poison Immunity," she mumbled, looking up towards Dakota with narrowed eyes. "Xi! Use Night Slash!"

The humanoid insect ran towards the black and blue jackal, the blades of his arms coating over in deep purple energy. "Me First!" called out Dakota from the far edge of battle as Lucy nodded with a simple 'Lu' which he'd since figured out meant 'Yes'. Turning quickly, she crossed the open dirt quicker than her opponent, her hands out beside her as she leaped inward just like he was about to do. Lucy's fingernails grew out into steel claws and began to glow purple as the energy from the incoming attack syphoned away from him in ribbons through the air, focusing into her palms. The color from Xi's blades faded as she drew his energy away from him completely just an instant before her claws raked downward over his shoulders and across his chest.

The Scyther stumbled backwards and Riley put her hands up to her mouth as she watched greenish yellow liquid drip off the front of her Bug-type's chest and onto the ground. "Lucia. Stone Edge," Dakota said with determination as he began circling the clearing atop the mountain over into the direction of Riley. He knew in his heart that the fight was already over... just one more attack.

"Lu," she said, the black mask around her red eyes narrowing as she turned only her head to face the Scyther a few feet away. Turning her stance, she reached out with her hands, pulling on a force that no one else could see as she quickly spun, foot ripping into the earth. Using the motion of a spinning roundhouse kick, she ripped stones and dirt up out of the ground and shot them towards the recovering insect warrior. The rocks struck like so many thrown blades and impacted his exoskeleton all over, ripping him apart with massive damage as spurts of yellow-green insides burst forth from the impacts.

Riley dropped to her knees just as Xiphose did the same. "Super Effective," she mumbled as Dakota stepped over to her side. They watched as Xiphose automatically returned to his Poké Ball, a brief silence hanging there in the air. The Lucario turned away from the two Trainers as Dakota put a hand gently onto Naroge's shoulder. "She doesn't mess around," he said simply, in the tone of an apology.

Riley's head was down, but she took a breath and turned to face her cousin with a big smile on her face. "No, she doesn't," she said in a happy tone as she lunged at him and pulled him into a big hug. "Oh, that was amazing! You weren't kidding about your new Fighting-type. When did you get her?"

"A year ago," he said, hugging her back. "It was actually right after we last fought," Dakota explained with a nod. Looking over to Lucia, he watched as she had taken up a sitting position, her legs crossed over each other with her hands out in front of her, palms up. She closed her eyes, and began to meditate, listening to the two humans as they spoke.

"You and I need to catch up," Riley said, letting him go from the hug.

"I thought that's what we were going to do... you know... in Atlantijug City... tomorrow," Rupple said, looking away from Lucy. "I wasn't expecting to fight you here and now. I mean, certainly this isn't the team I planned to have," he offered as he glanced over towards the jackal, then looked back to her.

"That explains some of your choices for matchup... but you always seem to make it work, Dak," she said, poking him in the chest. "You know... except that one time."

"Yes, and you'll never let me forget that it, will you?" he smirked.

"Some day when I have to face you as the League Champion, I am still going to bring up our first fight in front of everyone else who thinks you're all big and bad," she nodded, walking over and picking up Xiphose's Poké Ball. "Got a few moments to talk, now, cous?"

"Uh... I would, but... actually, I'm expected somewhere," he said, rubbing the back of his head. Shrugging to her, he put his hands in his indigo-colored jeans and just motioned towards the path in the direction of his Lucario.

Riley blinked, but nodded. "See you in town. Call me," she said with a smile as she bowed her orange bandana-covered head to him, her hands together holding Xi's Poké Ball still. Turning, she hurried away from Dakota and headed towards the big buildings to the south to get her mon healed up at the nearest Pokécenter.

Sighing, Dakota turned and looked over at Lucia, putting his hands into his blue, black, and white-colored jacket's pockets. "I'm sorry," he rocked back and forth on his heels. Opening her eyes, she didn't move her head as they slid to look at him. "I thought that I'd see her in the gym tomorrow," he explained. "We always have a match... for fun." She took a deep breath. "And you don't like that... fighting for fun," he said, frowning a bit. "But, believe me, she always finishes things off with her Scyther, Xiphose. He's serious. Very serious. You two weren't fighting for fun," he tried to explain. "You just had him seriously outmatched! I mean... Stone Edge. He's super-weak to Rock-type moves, and you nailed him hard... and that that Me First? Oh, he's real fast... but you're faster," Dakota continued, pleading his case as he stood across the open space from her.

Lucia held up her hand. "Lucario," she said.

Dakota wasn't sure what that meant, but the tone of it sounded like 'very well' or 'stop, I'm not that mad' or something. That's how he took it, anyway, and he asked, "So we're good?"

"Lu," she said, waving her hand to the side as if to say 'yeah, its no big deal'.

Dakota just nodded, walking over to her and picking up her Poké Ball. "Do you want back inside or..." She just raised her hand and said 'O' which meant 'No' by any reasonable understanding of communication. The two of them turned to walk up Route 22, away from the city behind them in silence for a few minutes. Dakota pulled on the black gloves with the little silver plates on their back as he decided to break the silence. "I'm sure as soon as you figure out telepathy I'm going to get a head full," he smirked at her. "C'mon... the tree is--"

Lucia put her paw on her Trainer's shoulder. It was something she never did if she didn't have to. By all accounts, she was not a touchy-feely creature by nature, and the very idea that she had done so willingly stopped his voice cold. She squeezed his shoulder, her hand trembling as she said, "O. O!"

Quickly, Rupple turned to look at her. Lucy's head was turned upwards. Her ears were straight up on her head and her mouth was open. Red eyes wide with shock, they grew wider still as she stared up into the sky. He wanted to ask her 'What?', but felt her face was far too earnest to waste time doing so. Turning his head, he looked up into the sky and saw what looked like a partial solar eclipse.

A giant rock of some kind was falling towards them, blotting out the sun. It looked city-sized, shaped like a jagged tear as it pushed clouds out of the way and tinted the clear blue sky with purple colored energy. It seemed to wiggle in place, shimmering and shaking as its trajectory became erratic. For a moment it looked like it would land right on them, then it looked to head for Atlantijug City, and in yet another moment and it was heading for the Falderan Cliffs to the north.

Lucia held onto Dakota's shoulder as she turned to run and take him with her... but even with her speed, the two of them made almost no distance at all before there was a coating of darkness all around them. The explosion of the impact occurred directly behind them, almost right on top of where they'd been having their battle. A shockwave rippled through the air around them, and tore up the earth beneath their feet with such force that the two of them were knocked into unconsciousness and thrown in two different directions.

There was a painful throbbing in Lucia's head when she woke up. There had been no time to react to the impact. Even if she hadn't tried to pull Dakota along with her and had just run off on her own, the time between realizing something... immensely evil... was quickly heading towards them left no chance at all for escape. It just happened so fast...

The floor was warm and hard, wherever she was. Looking around in the darkness, Lucia tried pick out where she was by focusing on the aura of the area. Red lightening bolts jumped around in her mind's eye, dotting over the surrounding cave. Cave... cave under mountain, she realized. Screeching purple and blue bats were likely to appear around her at any moment, and though her skill level put them far below her threshold of worry... if they swarmed her, she would run out of stamina before too long trying to fend them all off.

"Pain," she said to herself in the language of the Lucario species as she realized what she was seeing. "Planet's pain," Lucia added as she moved forward through the darkness, unable to see even her own hands. The red energy danced towards her in waves indicated that whatever was causing the destruction to the land was in the direction she was currently heading. Only way out, she thought as she glanced over her shoulder back towards the blocked off passageway. How get here?

Lucia looked towards the ceiling but could see nothing from the spirit of the area that indicated there were holes that she might have fallen through. A headache was slowly forming alongside the inner length of her skull and she could feel a wetness in her fur around her eyes. A moment later, when purple light from the tunnel ahead finally lit the area enough, she reached up to her muzzle and confirmed that she was bleeding from deep cut above one eye. She looked at her fingers as she rubbed them together, left only with the thought that it was strange that her three-fingered paws were sticking together like they were.

The space ahead of her opened up into a large crater where she could finally see the cause of all the pain. To a regular Pokémon it might appear as only a giant rock, reaching far into the sky from where she stood and who knew how far into the planet itself. To Lucia, it was something else entirely... she understood it by what she knew as evil, and the usually stoic Lucario put a hand to her chest as the presence was so strong in this open area that it felt as if the maliciousness of the meteorite was reaching out to her, trying to draw her in.

The feeling was warm. Focusing on it--trying to discern its meaning--she murred softly and rubbed the steel spike coming out of her chest slowly, up and down, before a loud noise shook her mind free. Her attention drawn elsewhere, she looked behind her as a cloud of blue bats appeared, their wings flapping hard as they exited the cave behind her. Some were just a little smaller than she was, but others were huge, mostly mouth and nearly double her size.

The Zubats and Golbats screeched and screamed at each other, all fighting to be the first to reach her. Having readied herself, Lucia leapt to the side to avoid a swath of the colony as they soon passed her by and flew towards the glowing comfort of the giant space rock behind her. Watching them, she suddenly realized that she was standing in the open ground between the passageway and the skyscraper-tall stone without any recollection of when she had moved out into the open.

Lucia's mind tried to understand when she must have moved closer as she looked up to the rock which pulsed with a devious light of black, purple, and red in her perception. As her paw gripped the spike jutting from her chest, her eyes went wide as her mind wrapped around the idea of losing herself in a trance. It called me, she thought, quickly lowering her head to look at the cloud of bats as they flew towards the rock ahead of her. An instant later, an arc of purple energy shot through the clearing and swatted the Zubats at once and the Golbats in two more flashes.

The Lucario's mouth fell open as she watched as the other Pokémon weren't simply wounded and flung away. Instead, they had shined with a purple light, a white glow filling up their eyes as they suddenly disintegrated into a fine mist of violet energy and were sucked into the giant throbbing stone. Closing her eyes, Lucia turned away from the stone and considered in her limited way how that fate could have been her own not moments before were she not broken from her trance.

"Lucy!" came the call of a familiar voice. Quickly, she opened her eyes and looked up the ridge behind her a distance of what must have been five full floors to the sight of Dakota far above, waving down at her. He held up his hand, and in it was the black sphere with gold stripes that she knew to be her sleeping place. "Up," he said, and other words that she was unsure of. "Poké Ball," was the last, and she understood exactly what it was he was trying to say.

Looking around, the warmth of the stone behind her pulsed with that fevered energy against her back. Seeing a set of fallen stones against one side of the crater, Lucia made haste to the stack and began to climb. If she could get close enough to her Trainer, then he could use the Luxury Ball to retrieve her as energy from a distance. Though she did not have the words to express her understanding, it came to her instinctually as a sound tactic. Without a quick passage, ladder, or rope of some kind out of this deadly hole, the Poké Ball would be the most efficient way out.

"Lu!" she called up an affirmative to the idea in the only way she knew he'd understand. She jumped up a fair distance to one of the stones and turned to face the crater's outer rock face. As much as a part of her wished she was free of humans, this particular Trainer constantly surprised her with his ability to think on his feet and adapt.

One hand after the other, she climbed higher and higher. It was slow work and getting harder as a wind started to pick up around her. With the warmth of the meteorite a distance behind her suddenly pulsing stronger and flaring across her fur in waves, she dared to look back. Parts of the giant rock had shifted into black while all the creases in the stone began to glow brighter, becoming white with light.

Lucia's ears shifted as she listened to the sounds of other Pokémon of all types screaming out in a last gasp. Zubats were one thing, but she swore she heard plenty of the others known to exist on Mount Fiesta and the Gungalo Caverns down below. Drawn to warmth, she thought as she closed her eyes and shook her head. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked up. A cloud of Flying-type that she couldn't quite make out from where she was made a gust of motion from over the edge of the crater above and flew over her head and towards the meteorite.

Her eyes narrowed as she reached up for the next stone within reach. Not weak, Lucia told herself as she continue moving upwards towards--she blinked her red eyes. Where Dakota? Indeed, he was missing from her sight. She glanced around, looking to see if maybe she had moved more horizontally than she had thought, but no. She had mostly moved upwards since she started her climb, yet her Trainer was no longer above her at the edge of the cliff.

Quickening her pace, Lucia grumbled in frustration as the winds kicked up around her. Dakota! Where!? She growled softly at her frustration, the heat at her back tickling up under her tail and over her shoulders. She heard his voice call something out, but she only made out the word "talking" as a question. Where? Need see, Lucia frowned as she stretched to reach a stone just above her head. Dakota called out again something about "see".

As Lucia reached out to her left and blinked her red eyes. Her ears shifted to listen up at the top of the crater and she turned to looked to where she could hear Dakota's voice. Talking question, she thought. Need see... Dakota speak 'see'. The concept rolled around in her mind for a moment, bouncing off the insides of her limited human vocabulary before she took a long breath and focused on her Trainer. "Dakota_,"_ she thought at him, "See Lucia."

There was a tone in his voice before Dakota hurried to the edge of the crater, mumbling under his breath. He looked down at her, his face confused. "Lucy, is that you!?" he called out to her. His blue, black, and white jacket was blowing hard in the wind as was his hair. She couldn't help but smile up at him until she realized that he no longer had his backpack on. "Are you using telepathy?" he wondered, surprised.

Where backpack? she asked him, her two words holding all of her meaning: if his backpack was missing, the Poké Balls of the rest of the team were gone with it.

"Petap jumped me... we have to get them back," he called down to her.

Lucia only understood gist of what he had said. 'Petap' was a word he used to describe the blue and white clothed humans who sought to take Pokémon away from their Trainers. If they were the answer to where the backpack was, then her allies were not lost in this storm, but instead taken captive by troublesome humans in the confusion. Unjust humans, she considered to herself.

Suddenly a slab of rock impacted the wall next to Lucia's head and shook the wall. Losing her grip with one hand, her body swung backwards and faced towards the giant black monolith of a rock behind her. The warmth of it coated over her body and would have distracted her further if not for another boulder which almost struck her, flying through the air. Her eyes widened and then narrowed as she huffed in agitation at how many things in this giant hole were making her lose her cool. Still, the view behind her let her see that there were now giant chunks of debris swirling counterclockwise around the dark pillar, moving quickly as if caught in a tornado.

"This is bad," Lucia said aloud in her own language. Turning her head, she looked to the big slab which stuck out of the wall and punched it with her free hand. It didn't move, so she focused on it for a moment longer to read its aura. Though glowing red of pain from striking the wall with such force, the stone appeared stable. She made a note not to be struck by anything that could set a rock step with such force as she leapt to the side and grabbed ahold of the ledge it had made and pulled herself up onto and it.

A new pulse of energy rippled from the central stone, though she dared not turn her eyes to face the new warmth that crashed over her from behind. Looking up, she saw that Dakota was holding his arm outstretched with the Luxury Ball out towards her, pressing the button every few seconds, trying to get her to Return. Looking up, she ran up the wall in front of her and kicked off to the side to grab another ledge that had been created by another flat rock smashing into the side of the cliff-face.

Something warm and wet struck her paw as she pulled herself up and onto the top of the stone ledge. Looking to her hand, she saw purple gunk sticking to the steel spike coming out of it a moment before it oozed downward and covered the back of her hand. The warmth of it quickly turned to heat and felt like it would burn her. Shaking her hand, some of the gunk hit the stone in front of her but the rest of it appeared to be seeping into her fur. Not good, the Lucario frowned, wiggling her now tingling fingers.

Lucia was sure she heard Dakota yell out in pain. Her head jerked up to look towards the exclamation and she saw that he was missing again. "Dakota!" she called out in her mind, but he did not respond. Not good, she kept repeating as she turned to jump up and climb the wall once again.

Another smack, this time on the back of her head. Lucia bit her lip as she could feel the ooze sliding down over her skull and between her dreads, creeping along her neck and warming her shoulders. She shuttered and stifled another moan of pleasure as she tried to focus on her next handhold. Growling to herself in frustration, she willed herself to focus on finding Dakota. "Not weak," she roared to herself as she dug her paws into the stones of the wall one after another, pulling herself closer to the surface.

Another strike of goo upon her back... and then another. Whatever the stone behind her was doing was causing it to rain corruption. Determination sharpened her mind and allowed her to keep herself from being taken in by the evil energy as the other Pokémon around her had been. Still, she could feel the heat filling her head and clouding her mind. Focus, she commanded herself. What are you!? Focus!

"Ugh," was the sound of Dakota somewhere over the top of the crater's edge, still alive. Frowning, she could tell he was hurt. Sparing a moment to look in his direction, Lucia could just barely make out the residual energy that showed some of the evil of the rain that was now falling all around her had struck her Trainer.

Perhaps, she worried, it had instead been one of the large stones. And with the idea that he might be mortally wounded somewhere atop this pit of corruption, she gained more focus. No, she determined. Came for me... Needs me.

One handhold after another, Lucia made excellent time. Her focus and agility allowed her to make dangerous leaps as the possible ledges became farther between as she went. The rain was coming down hard now, but she kept her back to it. The warmth flooded her head and made her dizzy, but she continued to fight it. Within moments, her hand reached up over the side of the cliff and onto ground, her paw going into puddle of the corrupting liquid.

It burned, but she didn't care. Gripping the earth, she moved her other hand up and pulled herself up over the edge of the crater and into a roll. When she came to her feet again, she saw her Trainer laying crumpled over into a ball and rushed to his side. Rolling him over, he moaned in pain and she slowed her effort, careful not to hurt him further as she tried to see how bad off he was.

His pants were covered in the purple gel in thick measure as it seemed as if a big glob of it had struck him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. Shaking him lightly, Dakota's eyes fluttered open and he smiled up at Lucia. "Lucy... oh, you're OK. They... they took the others. We have to--"

"Safety," she pleaded with her eyes, trying to make him understand as she forced her message into his head. "Away," she added, motioning with a hand behind towards the monolithic stone. "Evil. Hurt. Bad," she rattled off, trying to make him understand what she was feeling, the heat along her back filtering into her body as she shielded Dakota from the direction the spray of goo was coming from. "Away!"

"My legs," Rupple said, as he tried to stand. She frowned at him and helped him up to his feet. "The tree," he said, waving his hand forward towards the tall and wide tree a distance away from the crater.

Lucia looked to it, then to him, then to it. Tree, she thought. He had been saying that a lot the past few days, but she was unsure what it mean. However, again he was right... the city was too far for him to travel as he was, and that tree was still standing even with the increase in wind and rain. Good cover, she nodded to herself as she took a place under one of Dakota's arms and began to help him move as quickly as they could towards that large tree in the distance.

Dakota Rupple stumbled and landed hard against the tall dirt that rose like walls up under the roots of the giant tree, gasping at a pain in his side. Opposite the side of the skyscraper-high meteorite, the Trainer and Pokémon pair came to a staggering stop. The stone and rocks of the mountainous reaches of Mount Fiesta rose up around them, the thick cylinder-shaped roots curving down from above and reaching into the earth like some kid of tube-covered slide.

The tree itself was no slouch in the height department. Though not nearly as big as the space-rock to their west, the tree itself still rose easily fifty feet into the air. The outcropping of the dirt beneath it made a space big enough to be a three-sided room with no roof. Far above, the canopy of the tree reached out wide, thick, and green in every direction, blocking the late afternoon's sky far above and shielding them should the purple rain from off in the distance dare to make it this far.

Off behind them, the goo being flung out from the cracks of the black monolith came down mostly into the crater itself, but Lucia was insistent that the two of them get a good distance away from wide bowl in the mountain's surface where the purple energy glowed. A set of clouds were forming above the towering stone, and thunder rumbled up around them. It was a dangerous place to be, but Rupple could do little more than stumble about ever since he was struck with large glob of the goo.

Sitting with his back against the stone wall there under the tree, he groaned a little as he looked down at his dark blue jeans. The liquid was all over his lower half and whatever it was happened to be warm--hot even--and seeping in through his pants. The pain at his side seemed to be numbing. Reaching for his waistband, he looked over at his Lucario as she sat, facing away from him. The gel over her fur looked to be seeping under it and he grit his teeth at the idea that whatever it was might be hurting her.

"Lucy," Dakota said. "Lucy, we need to get that stuff off you. You said it hurts, right? Hurts bad?" He tried to stand up to walk over to her, but his legs felt numb as if they were asleep. Frowning, he fell over onto his side and pulled himself forward on his elbows. "Lucia, talk to me. If it hurts we need to get it off you... I-- I can't feel my legs," he confessed, laying a hand on her shoulder. She shuddered at his touch, and he could feel that she was burning up. "You've got a fever. Forget my legs, we need to get you to a Pokécenter... who knows what this stuff'll do to you. It might be--no, Poison wouldn't matter," he considered. "Dark! It might be Dark, and you're not immune to that."

"Very warm," were the words that came into his head. "Warm. Jigglypuff warm."

"Jigglypuff?" Dakota wondered, watching as she crossed her hands over her chest. "I don't-- What does that mean? What is Jigglypuff warm?" Biting his lip, he didn't think now was the best time to express how happy he was that the two of them could talk to each other now... or, well, that she could talk to him now since he'd always talked to her. Still, they seemed to be limited by the words they shared, and whatever Lucy was trying to tell him didn't seem to make much sense.

"Jigglypuff; Medicham; Luxio," she listed off inside his head, naming seemingly random Pokémon. "City, Small. Young girl. Strange hat."

"Hold on... the young lass with the straw hat outside of Chartruian Town?" Dakota asked her. "I remember that fight," he said, thinking back on it. "Jigglypuff... Jigglypuff warm," Dakota repeated what she had said a moment before. Dropping his hand from her shoulder, he rubbed his forehead as he began to feel a little fuzzy. Blinking, it came to him: "That Jigglypuff was male. I remember... it was strange to see a male one just like you being female... and... after you hit it once, you found it hard to strike it again," he said. "But you were just a Riolu then, and he had that Ability that was... what was it... Cute Charm! Yeah," he said, closing his eyes a bit. "That's it... yeah. You were smitten. You were mad at... yourself... later..."

The Lucario flinched as Dakota trailed off. Quickly she looked back and saw that he was laying on the earth with his eyes almost all the way closed. "No. Wake!" she commanded into his head as she reached out and put a hand on his belly, shaking him lightly.

"What?" He blinked his eyes open. "I'm awake, yeah. What were we," he rubbed his forehead. "Jigglypuff warm, right. You feel that kind of warm?"

Lucia nodded to him, smiling just enough to let him know she was glad he was conscious again. "Smell Daycare," she offered into his head as her red eyes looked into his and she put a hand to her chest, indicating she was referencing herself.

Rupple squinted at her. "I don't smell anything."

"Human nose not good," came the coy reply inside his skull.

"Your eyes... they have purple rings," Dakota said, sitting up, putting his hands down behind him as he looked into her eyes. "They're ringed with the glow of that rock," he told her. She blinked at him, raising up her hands as if looking at her palms would somehow let her see her own eyes. Turning her hands over, she looked into the steel spikes on the back of her hands and leaned into them to stare into her own eyes. He was right, of course... the outer edge of her irises were rimmed with a violet glow, though their primary colored remained red. "And your chest... what..."

Lucia glanced to her Trainer, then down at her front. Sure enough, the cream-colored fur to either side of the steel spike protruding from her chest was puffing up. Taking a deep breath, she tried to see if there were any trouble breathing. There wasn't, but her torso was becoming heavier. Reaching up with both hands, Lucy cupped her chest and quivered at her own touch. She was warm there, and the two lumps to either side of her spike were beginning to fill her hands. Not understanding what was happening, she looked back to Dakota for an answer only to realize that her Trainer had begun to bleed lightly from his right nostril.

"Are... are you growing... breasts?" he asked, doing his best to keep his eyes locked on hers, though he couldn't help but glance down once or twice. Polite or not, he was still only seventeen and so the curiosity of this change was being drowned out by the unlikeliness that Lucy was somehow gaining two human characteristics he had rarely seen this close up.

"Feel good," Lucia's voice came into his head as she tilted her upper body to one side and leaned over him just a little. "Breasts. Human," she said, shaking her head softly, her four thick black dreads moving back and forth behind her head. "Not Human. Pokémon," she said. "Feel," she said, reaching for one of his hands and pulling it up to one of her new breasts. "Not human. Right?" she asked.

Dakota swallowed hard. "K-kind of human, Lucy," he nodded, an embarrassed smile making its way over his features. "Very... very human, actually... I... I probably shouldn't be touching--"

She pulled up his other hand to her other new breast. "No," the voice came inside his head. "Not human," she insisted. She pressed his hands against her chest as the growing seemed to slow, but left no question that he was now cupping what would be the breasts of a female human being. Sure, they were covered in cream-colored fur and on a body no more than four foot tall, but for her size they were 'right'... if she were a short human being. "Right?" she asked. "Not human?"

"D-definitely human," Dakota said, swallowing hard. He was both enthralled by the possibilities, but also very concerned for her wellbeing. "Lucy, you're changing. It's got to be the goo... we... we need to get it off of you before something else happens," he told her. "Focus. Sense yourself. We need to get you to a center," he said, once again trying to stand but finding that his legs were too numb to move.

"Sense me," Lucia said in his head, though the tone seemed to indicate she was speaking to herself when she'd said it. Closing her eyes, she focused on her own aura. The warmth was clouding her mind, but she forced herself to concentrate. Dakota. Right. Always right. Taking a breath, the energy of her own spirit bubbled into her mind and she could sense that the evil of the rock had filtered into her body. She growled softly to herself with the realization that she wanted this warmth. Change, she reconsidered. From evil. Not evil. Only change. Change neutral.

"My legs... they hurt," Dakota said, reaching for his belt buckle which was shaped like a Poké Ball. "They're... twisting or something, I can't--" He roared in pain, his right leg kicking up into the air. Lucia's head quickly turned to look at her Trainer's feet as he lay on the ground. His lower leg right below his shin had bent backwards, ripping his jeans. Reaching forward, he wanted to grab hold of his leg... to do... something! But, in the next instant, a part of his leg above his shin bent forward in the opposite direction, causing Dakota to scream out in pain a second time. As Lucia moved to grab his leg, to help him somehow, the pain of the event sent Dakota into a black space, his mind unable to cope with the pain of his bones breaking.

Some time earlier, Dakota rubbed his forehead as he sat up, looking around as the sudden darkness vanished and revealed the noon-day sun once more. Blinking, he looked up behind him to see the towering bluish purple stone that now rested in a crater within the mountain, stretching far up into the sky. What was it? It had almost killed him and--Lucy! Where's Lucy!

He quickly got to his feet, brushing off his indigo jeans and reaching to check his backpack to make sure that it hadn't been torn open. His hand felt nothing but jacket and his eyes shot downward to see that his pack was no longer strapped over his shoulders. "See? I told you he wasn't dead," a female voice said from somewhere in front of him. Rubbing his temple, he looked in her direction and squinted, seeing a group of people in blue and white clothing slowly walking away from him.

White sneakers on the ground, Dakota stood all the way up on the unstable mountain path. All the rock and earth around him had been rippled up and stacked in slabs against itself sometime during the shockwave of the giant space rock impacting the surface. Moving forward, he hurdled over some of the waist-high dirt and moved towards the group of young men and women ahead of him.

"Give it back!" he called after them.

The woman at the front of the group laughed, reaching over to tap one of the men on the shoulder who was standing just partly behind a big boulder. He handed her Trainer Rupple's backpack in blue, black, and silver. Three Poké Balls were hooked onto one strap, and two onto the other. "This?" The group laughed behind her. "Surely you don't want a set of fainted Pokémon and a backpack filled with useless crap," she grinned, upturning the unzipped bag and dumping the contents out onto the ground.

Dakota's hands balled into fists behind him as he shortened the distance between him at the woman, but a firm grasp was made of his wrists and he was jerked to a stop. Looking up behind him, he saw the face of a large burly man who had to have been nearly seven feet tall. "Hey Bruno," Rupple said with a groan as the much larger man held him in place and prevented him from rushing the women before him. Frowning, Dakota kicked the large man in the shin.

"That's no way to treat PETAP," the woman said as Bruno yelped in pain and tightened his grip on the teen. "We're doing this for the good of your Pokémon," she insisted. "You Trainers are horrible... always mistreating these poor defenseless critters."

"Hey, Margo... check this out," one of the men behind her said as he held up a slim tablet computer from the backpack.

Suddenly, Dakota couldn't remember if he'd locked the device the last time he used it. "Hey! Stay out of my stuff!"

"Oh, hey... it's a drawing tablet," Margo said, unimpressed at what the mook had handed her. "Good detail. Nice Pikachu. Interesting skyline. Colorful Bulbasaur," she commented as she swiped her hands across the screen, looking at all Dakota's artwork. "But who cares?" she asked, glancing back to the goon.

"Keep going. Look at the back pages," he said.

"No, don't!" The Trainer in the mostly purple attired dropped his head with the realization of what he'd just said. She might not have looked if I could have just kept my mouth shut. Sure enough, the look Margo gave him indicated that suddenly the art book was a lot more interesting that she thought. Flipping further into the later files, she blinked as if she wasn't sure what she was seeing.

"This Arcanine is buff," she commented to herself. Flipping to another page, she tilted her head. "The Prinni starter Pokémon... as people," she said simply, a little confused. Sliding her hand across the tablet's screen, she took in the breadth of all of Dakota's artwork. "What's with all these humans with Pokémon features," she asked, looking up at him. He said nothing, and when she moved onto the next image, she whistled. "Well, boys... look at this," she grinned. "Looks like our little Dakota is growing up."

One of the other of the large group of PETAP soldiers stepped over and looked at the screen. A female asked the obvious question: "Is that... two Lucario with human bits um... limboing horizontally?"

Bruno, who couldn't see the pictures from where he stood holding the boy, pulled Dakota closer and hugged him around his neck up to the big man's chest. Rupple squirmed, trying to break free as the large man walked the two of them over to the group, holding Dakota up over the ground. "Let me see that, M," he said. She turned the screen towards the the larger man and he just shook his head upon see the image. "Well... I heard, but I never seen. Our Trainer-friend here is a Pokéy," he chuckled.

The group looked up. "Enlighten us, B," Margo asked, glancing to him, then Trainer, then back to the image of the male and female Lucario. "Poké are who we're trying to save. The Trainer here's just a human with... some kind of weird--"

"Fetish, yeah," Bruno nodded. "Knew a guy like that. Pokéy, not Poké... with a Y, ya see," he explained. "Means he's into human-Pokémon hybrid peoples," he grinned, glancing down at Dakota as the Trainer's cheeks lit up red. "Like... really, really into them," he chuckled. The boy swallowed hard and glanced around to the group, never expecting to be outed, let alone in a situation like this. He could feel his entire face shift to beat red as the men and women in blue and white all glanced between each other.

"Well," Margo said, sticking her tongue out at the idea, her face cringing a bit. Dakota couldn't be sure if they were laughing at his interest or at Margo's disgust at the concept... or both. Either way, he found the urge to struggle more, knowing that if he could just fight these guys in a real Pokémon Battle he could handle them like he always did. As it was, his team was all wounded or missing and there was nothing he could do but try and get free to take them back.

The earth rumbled and the group looked up as purple energy started pulsing up from the very top of the meteorite in the distance. The metal earpiece on the side of her head beeped three times and she tapped it to receive a message. Waving to Bruno, Margo motioned for him to finish up with Dakota as she turned back to the group. "Alright, everybody! Keep picking up any Trainer stuff you find, and leave the Trainers," she called out. "We've got to get back into the base by seventeen hundred, so let's move!"

Bruno's arms flexed and grew tighter around the Trainer's neck. As he continued to struggle, the larger man bent forward to put as much pressure as he could into his stranglehold on the boy. Dakota couldn't breath, and just a moment before he passed out, he caught sight of a little black ball with golden trim hiding just under one of the breaks of the earth in front of him. When I wake up, he accepted, I'm going to find Lucia... and we're going to get our team back...

There was a cool chill in the air, and Dakota swore that he hadn't blacked out for too long. A hand to his head, he tried to sit up and found that there was a weight on his stomach, keeping him from moving. Blinking his eyes open, he saw the large tree canopy of green far above him, but when his eyes looked down to the weight on his chest, he saw Lucia laying atop him, her red eyes staring back into his own. Her breasts were pressed against his stomach with the steel spike between them barely touching them from their padded reach. Her legs were laying between his own in front of him and she peered down into his eyes..

"My legs," he said, unsure why they no longer hurt. "Lucia, I need to get up."

She shuddered a bit over him as she lightly shook her head. "Still warm," she spoke into his head much softer than she had been doing before. Her words felt cautious and tempered as soft rumble escaped her throat. "Need. Need warmth," she pleaded with her eyes. "Dakota warmth."

"W-what?" Lucia sat up and Dakota watched as she held a hand over her chest, taking deep and measured breaths. Her body looked different... her muzzle just a bit shorter, and the thick circular pads of her shoulder were more muted and flattened like the broad shoulders of a human might be. Staring at her chest for a moment in excess, Rupple realized that the paw that was her hand seemed slightly deformed and it occurred to him that the inner digit of the three had shifted, giving her a real thumb while the two fingers were longer and more slender.

Down her stomach, the muscles there were more apparent now. Whereas before they were hidden beneath the cream fur there, they now took on the appearance of a more human six pack, a result of both her training as well as her continued transformation. But, as his eyes tried to look down over her lower body, his eyes briefly tried to make sense of a mound of flesh and fur that did not compute for a moment. Staring at it with confused eyes, he quickly moved his hand to his mouth and looked up, realizing that though he had long since known she was female from the Pokédex, she had never had genitals that could easily be understood as human.

"This cannot be happening," he said simply as he looked into her eyes. "This is a dream," he said. "It has to be... this whole chain of events just cannot be possibly be happening."

Lucia reached out to touch his cheek, and he leaned away from it, dropping his hand away from his mouth. "Lucy, you don't even like to touch me and you're sitting on me! The warmth is getting into your head and I... I don't know what I'm supposed to do here," Dakota pleaded, searching for the words. She didn't say anything, but glanced away... her eyes looking off to the glowing rock of far to the east. Hand on her chest, the look said that she knew he was right, but she wanted to continue. "It's the energy... it's making you... weird. It's transforming you."

"Changing Dakota," her voice came into his head before she turned her eyes to look at him, her muzzle shifting to face him a moment after. "Dakota legs, no pain?"

"My... my legs?" He was confused... she was still sitting at his lap. "Lucia... let me see my legs," he commanded, tired of this confusing game that was playing with feelings he knew he wasn't supposed to be having. Rarely being spoken to in such a tone, she lowered her eyes and sat backwards between his legs so that he could see them now. In fact, he could see them now because he was only in his underwear below the waist, his pants conspicuously missing. That wasn't the biggest issue he saw, though, as his legs looked broken now, or at least misshapen.

Now that he could sit up, he did. Dakota blinked, running his hands over his lower extremities. Still roughly the same length, his legs were now shaped so that the heel was much higher up, with his shin slanted down towards his toes. No doubt, to stand up, he'd have to have all the weight on them rather than the arch of his foot. They were still covered in his lightly tanned human skin, but they didn't look human in the slightest... at least not to him.

Lucia hadn't moved. She had remained very still, her low and measured breathing continuing as if she were trying to meditate with her eyes open. Those red orbs, still ringed by purple-white light, stared back into Dakota's own eyes. She said nothing, thought nothing, but her eyes revealed a desire there that the young male's mind could not help but dwell on. She wants me, he considered, but not really... she just thinks she does. She's a Pokémon... and I'm a human... and even if this is something I want, I would be doing a disservice to her loyalty and friendship. Dakota swallowed hard, nodding to himself.

Lucia leaned forward towards Dakota and he didn't know what to do. He tried to back up, but he couldn't be sure what had happened to cause her to move forward. Had it been his nod? She must think I wanted her to... proceed. But--

The Trainer's Lucario reached her three fingered paws to each side of his purple boxerbriefs, right under the white band at the top. Pulling downward, Lucia revealed Dakota's average-sized manhood to the cool afternoon air. Leaning forward, she put her muzzle up close to his crotch and took a long whiff, taking in his scent. "Changed," she said in his head. "Blue balls," were her next thought to him, her red eyes sliding to look up at him as she smiled softly.

"Eh. That's not... really fair, Lucia. I mean... this is kind of--"

"Look," she spoke in his head, cupping his scrotum with her black-furred hand and lifting it upwards. The warmth of her body could be felt through her touch, but Dakota was more that a little distracted by what he saw. His public hair was thicker than it was supposed to be, and was shifted from black into a dark blue. Even more concerning was that as Lucia held him there, he could see the hair grow thicker and thicker until it was the same thickness and length of her own blue fur. Leaning in, she nuzzled his testicles in their sac, taking another whiff of him. "Lucario smell."

"I'll bet," Dakota swallowed, watching as the blue rippled very slowly out from his groin, hair growing around his upper legs before it thickened into fur and began to move down them. With a sudden realization, he was taken out of the moment and back to the impact of the soccer ball-sized glob of ooze that had struck him in the stomach and knocked the wind out of him. It was all right there... right where I am changing.

Lucia leaned in and nuzzled against the underside of his ball sac, moving her muzzle so that her nose was just underneath it. Opening her mouth, Dakota could just make out the glint of white teeth in her head before he felt the warm, moist touch of her long pink tongue up the underside of his balls. He shuddered at the sensation, and she let loose a rumble that could have been mistake for a giggle.

Slowly she moved her head upwards, her tongue coating over his twins until she reached the base of his cock. Pausing ever so briefly, she moved her muzzle around his shaft counter-clockwise as she licked up his length, teasing the blue fur over his scrotum as it chased her efforts. Skin piled up behind her saliva, and slowly Dakota's penis was pulled back towards his stomach as a sheath formed. However, it was already pulling back, unable to keep his hardening length contained as Lucia licked just under his head.

As his erection grew harder, she dropped her muzzle down over his shaft, taking his length into her mouth. Her teeth were to the sides of his manhood, her lips wrapped around him entirely as she began to suck slow and strong. As Lucia began to murr softly over his length, Dakota's eyes rolled back into his head and he lost the will to try and sit up. Up and down she went, pulling at his length with her efforts. A deep breath escaped her Trainer's lips and she tasted a sweetness from his tip.

Pulling her head up, she gave him a serious stare for just a moment as his head lifted just a bit to meet those red eyes. It gave him a brief pause in which he asked, "What?" before her muzzle circled back into a wide grin. Putting her hands to either side of his waist, Lucia crawled forward up over Dakota's stomach. Her smaller size only allowed her head to reach his chest, but her two pert breasts were eye candy right where they were.

As Lucia leaned into him, pressing her outer lips to the sides of his tip, Dakota reached up and put his hands up under her arms. His eyes locking with hers, he hesitated as he tried to tell her, "You don't have to do this," one more time. He meant it, but in his heart he hoped she wouldn't stop.

"Lucia knows," her voice chimed softly in his head. "Wants Dakota's warmth," she added, slowly lowering herself over his length, teasing him. "Dakota wants."

He nodded, running his hands through her cream-colored fur at her sides. The steel spike out between her breasts rubbed gently over his belly, the cool metal taking another breath from him as her lips parted, taking him inside all the way up to the top of his new sheath.

Leaning forward almost off of him, Lucia reached down to his sides and gripped the strong grass there to have a handhold. Moving her legs over the sides of each of his, she repositioned the two of them so that Dakota was laying flat and straight with her knelt over him. Wrapping her feet over his calves behind her, she squeezed her butt firmly and tilted her pelvis against him as she continued her small, tight motions.

As she worked her body over his, gripping his shaft with her vaginal muscles, Lucia could feel Dakota's his legs under her wrapping themselves in even more fur. His already misshapen legs altered further, the blue fur reaching down to his knees in a wave of muscle. The numbness of his legs faded, though he still was unable to move from the waist down even if he'd wanted to.

In the next moment, black fur drew itself down in lines over his shins and calves, a pink pad of flesh forming over each of his heels. As the blackness covered him down to his toes, he flinched in part as his big toe grew bigger, his smallest toe merging into the one next to it, leaving him with just four digits. That brief moment of discomfort was punctuated by his nails lengthening, turning black, and becoming sharp. As five more pink paw pads formed up under the bottom of his foot, Trainer Rupple was now partly Lucario from the waist down.

Lucia's tempo increased as Dakota felt a tightness at his groin. As his Pokémon slid up and down over his length, she bumped into a lump at his base that hadn't been there on her previous thrust. Dropping her head to look down, she could see a bulge widening out from his cock as it shifted into a red color from its natural tan. With the head of his shaft shifting up into a point, a low rumble escaped her throat as her Trainer's sex altered completely into one more fitting her insides.

Her rhythm increased as Lucia could feel more of the painful heat inside her oozing out of her pores over time with the longer she could draw out her pleasure. Gripping Dakota's length inside of her, she squeezed it in time with her downward thrusts. His arms gripped the fur at her sides as he tried to contribute. Lucy was doing all the work, but he pulled at her sides with each thrust just to feel he was doing something as he laid there, enjoying himself like never before in his life.

Rupple's body quivered at her attention, his mind trying to wrap around this fantasy turning into reality. Lucia could see into his aura and know that he was close, the blue and green energies of pleasure mingling with the red and purple of the corruption, with the white of his spirit reached up to dance with her own. She growled softly to herself over her anger at losing control to this, but her breathing made it something she could alter an claim as her own. She knew, now, that if she was going to do this, she would do it right.

The top of Dakota's shirt began to tent up over his chest, and Lucia could see her own aura dance from the steel spike at her front into that tiny cone of cyan reaching up towards her front. He moaned as his shirt ripped, a steel spike of his own jutting out from his chest, clanking softly as his own metal touched hers. A flare went up between them that even he could see, a white energy he could not understand mingled in the air between the two of them, rippling in waves, and becoming one fire that lit them both.

He was afraid in that moment of confusion, but something in the back of his mind told him that a joining of spirits such as this could only mean something good. A lump along the back of Dakota's head lifted it upwards, three others joining it as they spaced across the back of his skull. He couldn't see it, but he knew that his black hair was shifting outwards into the shape of Lucario dreadlocks as his changes jumped around his upper body, bursting forth from where the corrupting energies inside him had stacked up.

Lucia became excited all at once. Drawing out the warmth so that it might be spent no longer mattered to her as much as mingling her life force with the male below her. Giving a sharp bark in her own language aloud, she demanded the two be tied and thrust herself roughly all the way to Dakota's base. His knot had grown and pushing herself over it took quite a thrust. Sure enough, it passed her lips and sank into her vagina and locking them together. His body jerked, the bulb swelling inside of her as he shuddered, trying to hold back.

Dakota's teeth clenched shut in that instance, his face quickly pushing outwards a distance into a snout as the transformation within him demanded it be let out. Like trying to pop his ears, he thought to swallow down the force, but it erupted through his head. His ears did actually pop as they ballooned from sides of his head and erupted outward into blue furred triangles, sliding upwards to the top of his head. In that moment, he could feel the fur rippling out across his face and he could not keep the moment contained any longer.

The instant of his knot passing inside of her had arrived, and before she could pull up against it his face, ears, and head had all changed. Dakota's voice fought against his clenched muzzle and opened it up, releasing as a cackling yell of release as he came and came. He shook underneath the smaller, stronger Lucario, and his legs jerked as he began to fill her.

The wave of white light crackled around them, sparks leaping from the steel spikes in each of their chest. Lucia was just pulling up from their knotting as Dakota released, a warm and sticky result coating her insides. Lifting her head back, she let herself loose, pushing herself down on top of him another time as she yelled out in joy above him. Her hands gripped into the grass at his sides as the two shook, still thrusting up and down against each other.

Dakota's face reached out further, his nose becoming more canine and black as a wetness coated over it. All around it, steel blue fur rippled outward and began to travel backwards towards his eyes, his skin shifting from tan to gray to navy blue. His dark blue lips curled forward into an O as his cackle drowned out into a long, low howl of pleasure. The fur above and below his nose rippled into black, rushing in color up to his eyes as it shot up between them and into his still black hair, the fur rushing left and right to cover behind his still brown eyes in a mask just like Lucia's.

As she rocked on top of him, she felt herself fall forward. Only her Trainer's hands kept her upright and she enjoyed the feel of him both inside and out. As the two began to calm, Lucia pulled up her hands to take his in her own. She wrapped her three digits between each of his fingers and laid forward against his chest, moving his hands up over his head. Her body slid just a little to his side, his chest spike pressed up against her breasts with her own spike flat across his chest. Doing so, she allowed her to stretch her own legs out behind her as her and Dakota realized at the same time that they were now the same height.

He was panting now, the feeling their steel touching was no longer cool, but hot. Their energy had mingled, and he couldn't be happier. "Oh, Lucia," he cooed. She made an 'ari' sound as if to say 'no... be quite and enjoy this'. He shuddered up against her, his penis softly jerking just once more inside of her as the two cuddled together. In those moments they shared, the two new half human, half Lucario creatures could not have been happier.

Neither of them would be surprised if it didn't last...