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Jerry wasn’t really a cat person. But it was different when it was a practically legendary cat.

His footsteps tromped through the foliage as he hurried after the Zeraora, trying to make sure it didn’t get away from him. It wasn’t an easy task by any means, trying to run after a creature far more agile and nimble than he was, but he was managing to keep up, if only just. The masses of plants weren’t making it any easier for the feline than for him, at least, which was probably helping…but he needed something to give him the edge if he wanted to actually catch up to it.

“Come on! Just come with me!”

“No! You’re not even a trainer!” yowled back the Zeraora.

“But that’s why I’m here! You’d be getting in right at the ground floor!”

“I’m not interested in a trainer, but especially not a novice!”

Some might have questioned the wisdom of running after a Pokémon when one wasn’t a trainer and therefore had no real way to defend themselves. But for Jerry, this was part of the point…he hadn’t come all this way for nothing, after all. The land they were on was special, a spot meant for aspiring trainers to come and find someone to bond with - they had to be without any Pokémon and willing to bond with someone who was interested here, regardless of species. The legendaries themselves had set this up, so it was more than just rumor - some said the bonds forged here could be stronger than any other. So when he saw the Zeraora, he knew exactly what he wanted, and he had eagerly run for it.

What Jerry had neglected to become aware of was that just because Pokémon on this land could bind with trainers in that way, didn’t meant that they were OBLIGATED to. The Zeraora had rebuffed him and was keeping his distance while trying to get the human to give up that aggressive pursuit. But Jerry had stars in his eyes - who else had a Zeraora at their side? He couldn’t fathom failing and losing out on an opportunity that no one else could properly match up with. So he kept at it, despite the fact that he had long ago lost sight of any useful path back. He wasn’t concerned about the future, not until his present had secured what he was seeking.

Perhaps he should have…maybe he would have suspected something of the Zeraora if he had.

He had to slow to catch his breath, and it was his luck that the feline was doing the same. Jerry took this moment to make another overture. “Please! I’ll treat you well! I’ll give you lots of food and brush you every day!”

“You’re already…not treating me well, human!” panted the Zeraora angrily. “If you were really going to treat a Pokémon well, you’d listen when they told you no! Find another sap dumb enough to hitch themselves to a tyrant!”

“Don’t be like that! You’re supposed to be willing to bond with humans here! That’s why this place exists!”

“I was just passing through! I didn’t think I’d be unlucky enough for someone to stumble across me! Don’t you humans know how to take no for an answer?”

Jerry didn’t believe him - as far as he was concerned, this was just a test for him, he needed to pass it in order to earn the Zeraora’s trust. “You haven’t even given me a chance to prove myself! I’ll show you - I’m not gonna stop until I’ve caught up to you!”

“We’ll see about that!” The Zeraora took off again, and Jerry right behind him. The feline’s path was getting even more convoluted, making it harder to get through the woods and over the obstacles like roots and logs and even rocks in the middle of the path. Jerry thought for sure that was a good sign - the Zeraora was testing him, turning up the difficulty to make sure he was worthy! He had to be, that was why he wasn’t making up ground…surely a creature as fast as him could outpace Jerry if he really wanted to! In fact, Jerry thought he might even be gaining on him…it wouldn’t have been likely in a clear setting, but the terrain wasn’t any easier for the feline than for him, and it was possible he’d also hurt himself in some way. Which wasn’t what Jerry wanted, but if this was what allowed him to reach success, he’d take it.

He could hear water running in the near distance - some kind of river or stream wasn’t far away, there was a cooling in the air that made that all the clearer. It tweaked a bit at his mind that he was getting rather lost, but he pushed it out of his head, not letting it distract from his fixation. Especially when he seemed to have a chance…there was a place where the trees spaced out a bit, a gap in the woods that the Zeraora was traversing around rather than going through. It didn’t register that there might be a reason for that - only that it as a chance to catch up.

As he reached the gap, the Zeraora was just on the other side - it looked to be quite worn out, and was stumbling a bit as it leaned against one of the trees. “I’m warning you, human…don’t take another step towards me…”

“You’re not gonna attack me,” replied Jerry, trying to act more confident than his fatigued body really felt. “If you were gonna do that, you’d already have done it.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re home free. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“The only thing I’m gonna say is welcome to my team! I’m beating your test right here and now!” Jerry put everything he had into charging forward…but on his third step, he felt the ground give away underneath his feet. He pitched forward, plunging through the ground into a dark and dirty pit…panic seized him as he plummeted, thumping against the walls on his way down, his brain screaming at him that he was about to die as he tumbled down, the couple of seconds feeling like hours as his life flashed before his eyes…

<SPLRSH> The shock rocked him back into his senses - cold water! His body had fallen into something, he couldn’t tell what…the entrance had hurt a bit, and it wasn’t exactly making things better for his weary body, but his flailing got his head above the surface at least…he coughed hard, he’d swallowed some water and maybe inhaled a bit as well, neither a pleasant feeling. Somehow, he managed to push himself to a bank, and with enormous effort heaved himself onto the dirt. Once there he flopped onto his back, leaning forward only to cough as he tried to catch his breath.

After a minute he managed to sit up properly and take stock of his surroundings. It wasn’t as dark as he thought…he wasn’t in a proper cave, though he had tumbled through an opening in rock, it looked like…how lucky that he hadn’t hit that too hard, it probably would have ended him. He had fallen into some kind of spring pool, it wasn’t large but it looked to be deep…probably water from the stream nearby was feeding into it, or at least something from the same source. While there was rock overhead, it was only an overhang, and he could see the rest of the forest stretching out in the other direction. Jerry knew he should be thankful he was alive and uninjured…but it was hard to see past the other things at the moment. He was cold, wet, exhausted, and he’d lost track of the Zeraora…and probably lost as hell, with no way of figuring out where he was supposed to go. And he hadn’t been prepared for an excursion…this was supposed to be a quick jaunt, and he wasn’t a survivalist. Maybe the best he could hope for was finding a different Pokémon to help him out of this mess…

Just as he was planning to get to his feet, though, he felt a weird tingle all throughout his body. It was unpleasant, and it stopped him cold for a moment, wondering if he’d hurt something more than he thought…he looked down at his hands, and noticed that something odd seemed to be happening to him…it was like the hair on the back was getting lighter in color. Almost…orange? That certainly didn’t seem right…it was also starting to get denser, and the more he felt that crawling sensation, the more it started to appear…

That wasn’t the only thing happening, and now Jerry was starting to panic a bit as the tingle turned into a full-on buzz. Most noticeable was that his clothes were starting to get big on him…and he was quite sure they weren’t growing. He scrambled out of his shirt to see that his chest and stomach were starting to get much hairier…no, furrier, this wasn’t hair like he normally had but a smooth, thick sheen of fur growing in, either orange or cream-colored depending on where it was. He didn’t really know what was going on, only that it wasn’t normal…

His hands were starting to change, the digits getting shorter and stubbier. More and more anxious, he kicked off his overly loose shoes and socks to watch in horror as his feet were getting smaller, digits merging together as they became paws. A burning on his arms created a new thing to worry about as blue fins popped out of the orange-furred limbs, which he could tell were getting ever shorter and misshapen. What’s…what’s going on, how…this can’t be happening! I’m changing into something else! No! Stop!

It wasn’t stopping. Jerry’s small body was starting to get uncomfortably impeded by his shorts and boxers, and he pulled himself out of them, only to reveal another frightening sight - his cock and balls, pulling into his body, the skin reforming into a sheath between his shrinking legs, looking rather oversized against his body. There was a powerful itching around his neck now, and a pain from his tailbone as he felt two whipping tails start to push out of it, forcing him to roll over to avoid sitting on them as they grew out. And that wasn’t even the worst part…the worst part was when his entire face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and he screamed out, a voice that sounded completely foreign to him…his vision blurred and then went black, and he felt nothing but pain.

In what felt like maybe a few seconds, he was able to open his eyes, but they felt strange…in fact, his whole head felt strange, as did his neck, like there was a thick collar around it. He tried to push against it, and yelped when it felt like it swelled up or inflated…the reaction caused him to stop and it sank back down again. But that wasn’t helping much, as he realized that was he was feeling with were short, stubby paws, not the hands he was supposed to have. His whole body was wrong…shakily he crawled to the edge of the pond, dreading to look over and try to see his reflection, if he even could. It wasn’t super distinct, but he could see enough of the orange-furred face to have his fears confirmed.

Buizel. I’m a FUCKING Buizel.

This was really not Jerry’s day. Not only did he not have the Pokémon he had coveted, now he WAS a Pokémon, and not the biggest or strongest one by far. What in the world was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t be a Buizel, he had a life to get back to! A life of…well…he didn’t really have much going for him, that was why he was trying to become a trainer, but it was a life of being human, that was enough, wasn’t it? There had to be something he could do about this…he didn’t know what, but someone had to, he just had to find them…or have them find him…

“Well, well…looks like someone got what was coming to them.” That was a voice…a far too familiar one. He looked across the spring pool, and felt a pang of anxiety as he saw the Zeraora from before, grinning down at him; it looked still somewhat unkempt from the chase, but less tired than it had been. “I’d say I was sorry, but I’m really not.”

“Y-you!” Jerry really wished his voice could come out in more than a squeak. “You did this to me! Change me back!”

“Can’t. And I didn’t do this to you, the spring did. I just led you to it…I even warned you not to take another step, not my fault you didn’t listen.”

Jerry glowered at that catty grin. “I…you…I was just trying to…I was trying to beat your challenge! This isn’t fair!”

“What challenge?”

“The challenge to earn the right to you! That’s…that’s what you were doing!”

The Zeraora cocked its head. “Is that the story you’re trying to tell yourself now? That I was somehow ‘leading you on’? Do you think female humans are just leading you on when they say no, too?”

“Th-that…that’s…” Jerry swallowed - he really didn’t like that analogy. “That’s different…P-pokémon want to be trained…”

“You’re really kind of an idiot, you know that?” The Zeraora started walking around the spring, and it didn’t escape Jerry that it was getting closer to him…and he wasn’t sure what to do or think about that. “Pokémon who want to be trained TELL you they want to be trained. Any Pokémon playing ‘hard to get’ is telling you outright that they’re testing you, if they lay down a challenge it’s one that they’ve made clear to you. When a Pokémon says they don’t want to be trained? It means they don’t want to be trained.”

“B-but…” The Buizel looked up helplessly at the steadily-approaching Zeraora. “I would’ve been…good to you…”

“Good to me? Tell me, do you even know my name?”

“Wh…no, of course not, you never told me.”

“You never asked. You never asked me anything, for that matter. You charged into me, demanding that I submit myself to you, without knowing the first thing about you or you knowing the first thing about me. You don’t even know anything beyond that I’m a Zeraora, and that was all you cared about. And that tells me all I need to know about what you’re like…but if I needed anything else, that spring there? It doesn’t just transform everyone…it only acts on the unworthy.” The Zeraora smirked as Jerry’s eyes widened. “The legendaries didn’t just put this place here for YOUR benefit, but also the benefit of Pokémon here, that they wouldn’t be hitched to people who saw them as tools for their own benefit. Humans who aren’t suitable for being trainers, they don’t get Pokémon here…they BECOME Pokémon here. And it has nothing to do with your talent level or anything like that, but your attitude - if you’re careless, abusive, self-centered, callous, treat Pokémon like they’re beneath you, anything that means you won’t care about the Pokémon you try to find here…there are all sorts of ways that this place can get to you, and it WILL get to you, one way or another.”

“N-no…you’re lying! I’m not…I’m not that kind of person!” Jerry’s protest sounded hollow even to him - wasn’t the way he was standing here proof of that? “There’s, there’s gotta be a way to turn back! S-somehow…”

“If there is, I don’t know it. Being a Pokémon is supposed to teach you about what you were missing as a human…they pretty much don’t want you to go back to the way you were. And even better, those transformed here, they make good servants when molded right…since they wanted Pokémon to serve them, what better way to turn that around than to make them serve in this state?” The Zeraora leaned towards Jerry, who felt another stack of discomfort build in him. “So…even though you still haven’t bothered to ask, my name’s Nyarl, and I’m going to be your new master.”

“Wh-what? No! I…I don’t have a master, I don’t want a master!”

“Oh, don’t worry, those won’t be true for long.” Nyarl was closing in, it was getting so close…no, HE was getting so close, Jerry’s eyes widening as he caught sight of that sheath that was uncomfortably close to eye level. And it was a sheath swelling, with something starting to push out…no! He couldn’t let Nyarl do that to him! Allowing the Zeraora to pound him…he couldn’t submit to a Pokémon like that! Even if there was a slight stirring in his groin as he picked up on that staticky musk that was starting to rise up in the air…that was an instinct he had to deny, he wasn’t a Pokémon, he couldn’t act like one! But he had to get away from Nyarl…he wasn’t that fast, his legs felt clumsy, he wasn’t used to this body, it didn’t feel right to him. Maybe he could dive for the water? No, Nyarl could run electricity through it and…that would end badly for him. He had to try to go around, somehow…

The feline was too close for more thinking. He leapt forward and to the side, trying to get past Nyarl in a moment of surprise…it was useless, one of those large paws caught him, stopping his escape cold. Nyarl snickered a bit as Jerry squirmed, trying to escape. “Nice try, but lightning reflexes are a thing for Electric-types. Let me teach you another thing about us…how effectively we can get Water-types under our control.” Suddenly a surge of electricity ran through Jerry’s body - he squealed loudly, that hurt! It didn’t last long, but he could still feel the fire in his nerves afterwards…he’d never felt an Electric-type attack before, and he knew he didn’t want to now, not with the weird way it made him feel…

…W-wait…it’s not…going away…and I…I can’t…move…

That wasn’t strictly true, he could move a little…but every larger movement of his body was sluggish and took a mountain of effort without much payoff. His whole body felt a weird tingle through it, which got worse wherever he was trying to move. “What…what did you…”

“Paralysis. Well, the Pokémon state of paralysis. Different from the way you humans define it, much less nasty, much more fun.” Nyarl lifted up Jerry, making the Buizel flush and squirm a bit. “Heh, you look almost like a natural Buizel like this, this is gonna be fun. Only thing wrong is that ugly huge sheath you’ve got…gotta drain one last part of you of that bit of human you have left, I guess.”

“Wh-what are you…” Jerry tried to squirm, not understanding…but the only thing really properly moving was his cock, pushing out of its sheath. It looked bizarre, not quite the way it had looked before, large and red and round, and below he could see some rather thick orbs slightly protruding below that sheath. As if things needed to get weirder…and he really didn’t want to be getting hard in front of Nyarl, he didn’t want to give the Zeraora the wrong idea! But his wants weren’t having much effect, especially when the cheeky cat leaned his head forward and licked with his raspy tongue along the underside of that cock, getting a squeal out of Jerry again. It felt like a thunderbolt directly on his dick! The electric rush through it pierced into his brain, and the lingering tingle from the rough tongue made sure it didn’t fade quickly.

“Heh, see? Your body knows exactly what it’s supposed to do…submit to its superiors. You’ve got just a little bit of fight left in you, but I’ll take care of that…I’ll make sure you get molded into the subby Buizel they meant for you to be.”

“N-no…don’t do anything to me…” Jerry’s plea fell on deaf ears as he was turned around in Nyarl’s paws, trying to do something but only making his body buzz as he swung feebly here and there. And soon there wasn’t anywhere to move, as he felt the tip of Nyarl’s cock press against his tailhole…even just that touch felt electric, making him twitch and spasm in his rear end. He had to fight this - he wasn’t a Buizel, he was a human, he couldn’t be surrendering like this! He had to fight, to reassert his humanity, to deny the Zeraora this conquest-

A wild yell escaped him as that cock lanced into him, sending literal and figurative jolts through his body. It was so HUGE! Jerry could feel his body stretching around that long, thick spire, it had gone so deep inside him! He’d never taken anything up there as a human, he wasn’t gay and never had been curious about it, so he was completely unprepared for the distention of his rear around that thick feline cock. He also wasn’t prepared for the barbs that scratched against his walls, sending more sparks through him, electric jolts that were prodding at every single sensitive spot in his body - he wasn’t even sure there was a spot that WASN’T sensitive - and getting a jet of pre out of his cock.

“Damn, you’re a tight little bitch…heh, well, I guess that’s to be expected if I can fuck you like this!” Nyarl cackled as he started to rut in and out of Jerry, his movements quick and jerky and accompanied by electric jolts that he deliberately sent through the hapless Buizel. Jerry was moving more now, but most of it was involuntary, limbs flailing as jolts went through them…he was panting hard, squealing and moaning, clamping down on that cock like it would have any effect - no matter how much he tightened, it seemed to pierce effortlessly through him. He was completely at the mercy of the Zeraora, utterly unprepared to mount any resistance, to the intense power of the legendary Pokémon…

And most of all, to the raw carnal pleasure. He wanted to deny it, but it was beyond impossible, his mind was so flooded with it that there was a waiting list, and it was growing. It shouldn’t have felt so good, but that stretch was amazing, the scratching of those barbs was phenomenal, the electricity was fucking fantastic, and it was breaking down his resistance badly as euphoria saturated his thoughts and overwhelmed his feelings. Jerry tried to cling tightly to that tenuous hold on his earlier assertions, but with every lance of bliss his grip was slipping…and worse, he could feel an orgasm coming quickly, the stimulation pounding away and priming him for release as it was meant to. He was trying to hold that back, to not validate the Zeraora’s actions…

He failed. Another loud squeal rang from him as he smashed into his climax. Thick dollops of white seed jetted from his cock, his balls spasming so tightly as he expelled that spunk from him, gushing into white streaks on the hard-packed dirt beneath them…each squeeze tight enough that it felt like they were shrinking down every time they contracted. In the haze of radical ecstasy, he didn’t even properly notice, but that was exactly what was happening - his balls were shrinking down gradually, becoming indistinct under the otter’s hide as his nethers streamlined. His cock and sheath were shrinking down too, the shape taking a slenderer and more pointed form with each gush out of it. And it kept going, and going, far beyond the normal…diminishing down to a size more appropriate for a proper Omega. All of this while Jerry was feeling a rapture beyond anything he’d ever experienced as a human, his mind flooded with all these new sensations so powerfully he could scarcely comprehend it all…

He was shivering as he came back down from that high, blinking away the blur in his vision. Looking down, he could see what the results of his climax were…all that jizz on the ground, and his cock a petite thing that seemed pathetic even to him. But that wasn’t all that had happened…it wasn’t something that could be seen, but he could feel it through every inch of his body…it felt RIGHT. Not at all like it had before Nyarl had started on him, the sense of wrongness, of mismatch, was just gone. And it dimly clicked in his head…Nyarl had said he had to drain Jerry of that one last bit of human he had left…it had to be what he’d just shot out of him. The streams of seed splattered on the ground were the remains of his humanity.

“Heh, that’s more like it…” Nyarl partly let go of Jerry to drag a claw under the Buizel’s minute cock, making Jerry mewl a bit - GODS that felt good, it had no right being like that! “The perfect size for a sub…no one’s gonna be mistaking you for a top any time soon. Heh, don’t you feel better with all that nasty humanity drained from you now? You’re a proper Pokémon who’ll feel like it, and I’m gonna make you feel even better.”

Jerry wasn’t in a mind state to question that, but it wasn’t exactly a complicated answer - Nyarl returned to his previous grip and began fucking him again, pounding even faster and harder at the newly-transformed mon. And heaven help him, it felt even BETTER than it had before…Jerry’s voice had no more reluctance in it, yowling and squealing in raw bliss as his retuned body channeled the immense pleasure with ruthless efficiency. His diminished cock was still plenty active, streams of pre shooting out vigorously, especially with the jolts that were being sent through him by that conquering cock. The barbs raked so hot against him that he thought they might actually cut through him, but every little electric jolt they left behind built to a fierce buzz within his ass that bathed his prostate in constant stimulation…Jerry had no defense against this, it was almost unfair that it could feel this good to be dominated so thoroughly.

It felt like almost no time at all before he was back on the verge of cumming, his cock streaming and gushing super thin and runny fluid almost constantly. And he was aware of another sensation now, a wetness back there, that was adding to the tingle…Nyarl’s pre was filling him, thicker and electrically charged, and making him somehow even more sensitive - how was that even possible? Jerry didn’t know, didn’t care, he just wanted to go off again, and his spasming ass wanted Nyarl to join him there, a full and proper claim as his new master…even as the thought passed through him, Jerry didn’t react to it, he was too engrossed in the almighty pleasure, his voice getting higher and higher as that ramming cock pushed him ever closer to the edge…

But it was Nyarl who was first, an ear-splitting feline yowl tearing from his maw as he slammed inside and unleashed a cavalcade of charged cum, as well as a fierce electric surge directed into Jerry’s body. This was far more than what Jerry needed to go over the edge, and he fired off again as Nyarl hunched down over him, a loud squeal rushing from him as he discharged a thin, watery cascade of fluid - despite his downsizing, it was somehow more voluminous than before, but dramatically less viscous. And whether by coincidence or design, it was splashing onto the ground right over the splatters of his prior load, desecrating the last of his human essence with his new Omega Buizel fluids. In the moment, though, Jerry was unaware of his - he was seeing stars from the combination of his and Nyarl’s peaks, hanging limply in the grip of the Zeraora as he was pumped nice and full, only a bit of that conductive cum escaping him, making his asshole tingle delightfully as it dribbled past.

When it finally ended, Jerry was a messy, sweaty wreck, panting hard, still tingling from the paralysis, dizzy and unfocused in the head. He felt Nyarl pull him against his furry body, another slight tingle on top of the rest making it barely noticeable. Dimly he registered the mess in front of him, how hosed down his previous load was…if there was any hope of reclaiming his humanity from that, it had been completely erased for sure. And it was weird how much less that bothered him than he thought it should…maybe because he felt so detached from his old body now, it diminished the feeling that he needed to undo it. Maybe that was a good thing, since it seemed unlikely that would ever happen at this point.

He heard Nyarl’s smug voice over his head. “So…how’re you feeling now, my little Bui bitch?”

“Ngh…you…ass…”

“Heh, you could’ve left well enough alone from the start. But look on the bright side…you’re getting what you wanted. A Zeraora partner, just for you…well, maybe not exactly how you’d imagined it, I’m sure you thought YOU’D be the master, but I think you’ll get used to being on the other end.”

And the annoying part was, Jerry was sure he was right…already he felt himself drawn to Nyarl’s words, more at ease with the idea of submitting to him, more eager to comply and please him like a good little Bui bitch. And as Nyarl pulled out of him and carried him away from the spring and out into the woods, he supposed it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if he got used to it…maybe he’d become a cat person after all.