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The Price To Pay

By Cimmaron Spirit

Commission for Anonymous

WARNING: This story contains: Pokemon (Mewtwo, Ninetails, Lopunny), Transformation, Gender TF (male to female), M/M, F/solo, micro shrinking, reverse cock vore, anal sex, bukakke, masturbation, punishment, humiliation, comeuppance and some other things. If you aren't 18, or if anything I just mentioned is not your interest, then off you pop. If you are, or just want to know what I mean by "reverse cock vore," then read on! Enjoy!

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Jack grumbled as he picked his way through the overgrown mountain path, bulldozing his way through the weeds, breaking the branches and twigs that had fallen on the path, and kicking the few stones that due to the sedimentary nature were unable to escape his wrath. When his red and white jacket was caught on a branch, he'd growl, try to get his jacket out from the entangling tree, but if it took more than a few seconds, he'd just grab his jacket and pull it through. Most of the time, that would be it. But sometimes the polyester would be ripped, and he'd get angry, cursing nature and the wilderness for delaying him.

The price he had to pay to become the best there ever was.

"Of course, the most powerful Pokemon in the world would be in the worst place to reach," he growled, as he looked at the ripped pocket on his jacket, before looking up toward the top of the mountain. Up there, in the caves and tunnels, was one of the rarest and most mysterious creatures in the world, a Mewtwo. Just begging to be captured and used.

The young man looked over his shoulder, to see his Ninetails carefully picking its way over the path, and falling further and further behind. The cream coloured, multi-tailed fox kept it's head low, trying to not hurt it's paws on the rocky path.

"Hurry up!" Jack shouted, snarling at his Ninetails, before picking up a stone and throwing it.

"Nine!" The fox shouted, jumping to avoid the rock, and quickly picking up speed to follow his trainer, letting out whimpers as he was forced to step on the sharp rocks.

The Ninetails was not in good shape. Any self-respecting trainer would be horrified at the sight of the Ninetails: the fur that should have shimmered in the sunlight was dirty, matted and dull. The Pokemon's ribs were also visible through the messy fur, clearly not having been fed a good meal in a very long time. Even the bright red eyes that were known to hypnotize those that looked into them seemed faint and dimmed. A normally proud and regal Pokemon, this Ninetails had been through a lot, and was clearly suffering.

But it's trainer Jack seemed oblivious, or worse, didn't care.

Though, "trainer" would be a rather generous term for Jack. In general, anyone who had Pokemon with the expectation of participating in battles and competitions at gyms would be called such. To go well in such battles, of course, meant forging bonds with your Pokemon: training them through practice, teaching them new skills and moves, in general treating them as equals, as partners in the trail from your hometown through the Pokemon League and the Elite Four, and finally being recognized as a Pokemon Master.

Jack decided that there was a much easier way to do it. Why bother finding and catching and training a dozen or more pokemon when you could just get the most powerful one in existence?

He climbed up another narrow path, pushing through the branches of the small, scrubby trees until he finally reached a flat area, with the dark, yawning mouth of a cave in front of him.

Moments later, Ninetails finally reached Jack, twigs and leaves caught in his nine tails, whimpering and limping from his sore paws and aching stomach.

Jack growled, kicking Ninetails in the stomach, making the fox yelp.

"Shut up!" he snarled.

"Ni-nine," Ninetails slunk down, it's triangular ears laying flat on his head as a sign of submission.

"Some great pokemon you are," Jack muttered. "But at least I won't have to put up with you after today."

Jack turned around, grabbing the Pokedex from his pocket and turning on the flashlight and walking into the cave. Ninetails followed behind, but where his "trainer" couldn't see him, the Pokemon let a grin cross his muzzle, a mischievous smirk that hinted at something else...

Like all the caves that Pokemon were known to inhabit, it was dark, winding, and musty. The sound of dripping and running water could be heard in the distance echoing through the stone walls, and maybe the fluttering of wings of a Zubat, or the rumble of a Diglet underground.

And then the crash, crush and crumbling sounds from Jack stumbling through the stalagmites and twisting corridors of the cave, disturbing the peace and tranquility of the cave.

The human was like a Tauros in the china shop, stomping his way through the cave without any direction, grumbling and cursing as he was forced to backtrack and doubleback multiple times to try to find what he was looking for. If a cave dweller sought to show their face to try to stop Jack, he'd order Ninetails to attack them, though his fire attack was weak to the ground types. But due to Ninetails inante power, Jack was barely slowed as Zubats and diglets fainted or ran away.

"Fucking hell!" Jack shouted, his impatience and firey temper getting the better of him. "Where the fuck is that fucking Mewtwo?"

His voice carried and echoed through the cave, bouncing off the rock crevices and through the twisting corridors of stone.

His Pokedex decided now was the time to finally die as well, the flashlight sputtering and failing, plunging Jack into pitchblack darkness.

"Fuck me," Jack growled as he shoved the dead phone into his pocket, turning around to where his Ninetails sat, licking it's sore and battered paws.

"Go use your flame thing whatever, and let me see!" he bellowed.

Ninetails paused for a moment to look up at it's trainer, but then returned to tending for his paws.

"Didn't you hear me, you bitch?" Jack shouted, taking a step toward his Ninetails. "Do something useful for your fucking life!"

He wound up to try to kick Ninetails again, but as he tried to bring it down, it felt like something was holding it up. Jack turned his head, to see his leg just hanging in midair, unable to move.

"What the hell?" Jack growled, before his other leg suddenly was lifted up, and he fell, smashing face first into the ground.

"Owwww! Fuck!" he cried, as he was lifted up into the air until his head was nearly brushing the ceiling. "What is going on?"

I believe you were looking for something, weren't you? A deep, rumbling voice echoed through Jack's head.

"W-what... where are you! Show yourself!"

There was a deep chuckle, before out of the shadows in front of him, hovering just above the ground, was a Mewtwo. It was nearly as tall as Jack was, and mostly light grey, with three rounded fingertips on each hand, and a pair of fearsome, glowing, feline-esque eyes that shone in the dark. The long purple tail that formed from his stomach and ran between his two digitigrade legs slowly swished and swayed behind him.

I believe you were looking for me, wasn't that right Trainer? The Mewtwo, using his psychic powers, asked Jack.

"Yes, and now I got you right where I want you!" Jack smirked, reaching for his belt and pulling off a special Poke Ball, the bottom the regular white, but the top half mostly purple with two dark red spots on either side, and a white letter M in the middle. He threw the ball toward the Mewtwo...

Who held up his hand and caught it in midair. Then with a single flex of his fingers, crushed the Master Ball, and made the device fall to the floor.

Jack stared at the crumbled remains of the most powerful Poke Ball in the world.

"That... that's not possible!" Jack exclaimed. "Master Balls can catch anything!"

That would be true, Mewtwo said. Had it been a real Master Ball.

"It... it was! I got it from a store! It was totally..."

A stolen mock up, Mewtwo stated, as he lifted up some of the parts off the floor. This Master Ball wouldn't have caught a Caterpie, as you can see here. Jack's eyes went wide: the usual metallic interiors of the Master Ball wasn't present: it was just a bunch of plastic.

It was just a display piece that you managed to get a hold of in the back of a store back in Vermillion City.

Jack blinked. "H-how..."

I'm a psychic, Trainer, Mewtwo said. I can read your thoughts and memories. So I know very well that you did not acquire it properly.

And I know a whole lot more about you than you'd care to admit. Isn't that correct, Ninetails?

Jack's multi-tailed fox sauntered around Jack, brushing the orange tip of a couple of his tails into the trainer's face. The smug smirk that he had kept hidden before was now on full display.

"You... you fucking tricked me, didn't you?" Jack growled at Ninetails. "You fucking bitch!"

It was more of a team effort, the Mewtwo said. My friend here had sought to explore the world with a eager young trainer, to help them to achieve the best they could be. But he found you. A cruel, angry, and impatient little shit. He tolerated you for a while, believing at first that it was just your inexperience. But the longer he was with you, the longer he realized that you were not going to change.

If you had taken the time to look at your Pokedex, you'd have learned something important about Ninetails. Mewtwo used his levitation powers to remove the digital device from Jack's pocket, and with a swish of his hands charged the device to full in a blink of an eye. He opened up the case, scrolled to the proper entry, then turned it to Jack. Why don't you read it now?

Jack scowled in anger, but he looked down anyway. The anger in his body soon turned to nervousness, then fear.

So, what does it say, Trainer?

Jack choked up.

What does it say?

"Nine saints are believed to have merged to create this Pokemon, and can live for a thousand years," Jack stammered. "Very smart and very vengeful. Those who cross it even once will be cursed for... a thousand years."

Mewtwo glanced down to the Ninetails, who still smirked at the human.

Well, I think he'd have annoyed you quite a bit, hasn't he?

The Ninetails nodded, with an evil grin.

Then maybe he should learn a lesson. A very, very long lesson, wouldn't you say?

Jack gasped as the clothes were taken off his body by invisible hands, starting with the hist jacket, then his shoes, then the bluejeans, then his t-shirt, and finally the underwear, leaving him naked for the two Pokemon.

"N-no, stop!" Jack cried out, struggling, trying to break free of the psychic grip he was in. "I... I'll change! I won't..."

You will change alright, Mewtwo said, as he waved his hands around. For you need to learn some humility. And the best way to do that is to change your point of view.

"No! No!" Jack cried out, struggling as he felt his body tingle all over. "Stop! Lo! No! Lo... Lo?"

The trainer looked down, gasping to see his body began to change. Short, soft brown fur began to grow all over his body, with creamy beige fur growing around his wrists and ankles. His legs grew longer and thicker, as did his ears, migrating to the top of his head then grew so long that they bent down and kept going, the cream coloured fur covering most of his ears, which now reached right to his hips, with another large outgrowth of fur replacing his eyebrows and reaching well past his ears. While that normally would be impressive (in a weird way), it was made easier as Jack began to shrink smaller and smaller, from an average 5'10" in height down toward five feet, then lower yet until he was now just under four feet tall, about half the height of Mewtwo and Ninetails.

His face also changed, his blue eyes turning large and brown, while his nose shrank in size until it was a little pink dot.

To add insult to injury, his penis, a rather respectable five and a half inches as a human, was reduced to a tiny, laughable inch long. His balls shrunk even smaller, barely the size of almonds now. Neither was barely noticeable amongst the fur of his new body.

"Lo? Lo!" Jack shouted, his voice a high pitched squeak. "Lopunny! Lopunny!"

The Ninetails let a smile cross his face, each of his nine tails wagging excitedly behind him as his now former trainer was transformed into a Lopunny, notably one of the most timid and weakest of the hundreds of Pokemon species in the world.

Well, what do you think about that? The Mewtwo asked, lowering his hand for a moment. Froiim a big, strong, human into a tiny little Lopunny.

"Lo! Lopunny! Lo Lopunny!" exclaimed Jack, trying to beg, threaten, cajole, whatever he could to get changed back at the Mewtwo.

But Mewtwo wasn't asking the tiny rabbit like Pokemon.

"Hmmm, I don't know," another voice said, harder, full of anger and vengeance said, and making the trainer-turned-Pokemon freeze, looking to see Ninetails, his eyes blazing as he walked around the whimpering Lopunny. "I really don't think that will quite make up for all the misery and pain."

What do you have in mind then, my friend? Mewtwo asked.

"He wasn't just cruel and ignorant and callous." the Ninetails remarked, before stopping in front of the Mewtwo. "He was a dick. To me, to other Pokemon, to other trainers. Never treated anyone or anything with any respect."

A dick, you say? The Mewtwo said, raising an eyeridge, before letting a malicious grin cross his face. Oh, I can solve that problem too.

Jack felt himself getting lifted back into the air, but the tingling he felt all over his body last time now focused directly on his groin, and he could only whimper as his already tiny and laughably tiny package was shrunk even more, then erased entirely. In its place there was a burning heat, making the Lopunny gasp and whimper as he was turned into a female. His - no - her new vagina now relinked to her nerves and senses, the kicking and struggling to escape resulting in her thighs rubbing against the sensitive nub of a clitoris she now possessed, enough to quickly get her hot and riled up. Soon she was giving up her attempts to break free, and was now trying to experience the new sensation of her body.

The lopunny was dropped, the change done, and she could only let out a few whimpers of need at the feet of the Mewtwo.

I can see that you've quickly adapted to your new situation, Mewtwo said, looking down with barely suppressed amusement at the formerly male human trainer.

"But there is one more aspect to your millennium of punishment," Ninetails said, who didn't even try to hide his glee and satisfaction.

Jack looked up, confused.

Because I think it's time that I captured you in my own special Pokeball.

"Lopunny! Lo-" Jack exclaimed, trying to get up, to escape, to run away from the rouge Mewtwo, but then everything went black.

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Jack opened his eyes, still surrounded by darkness. He sat up, looking around.

"It-it was a dream," Jack said, panting heavily. "J-just a dream..."

Then he suddenly felt everything around him jostle around. And then a wave of a hot, sticky liquid washed over him. When he tried to get the gunk out of his eyes and off his face, a soft, almost wool-like texture ran over his face, but it was also soaked in whatever the fluid was, so it just smeared more on his face.

It was also incredibly hot and humid, and musky. It was so intense, and his brain just couldn't comprehend much else.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he came to a sudden realization.

It wasn't a dream.

He was a Lopunny.

He was a female Lopunny.

She was a female Lopunny inside the balls of one of the most powerful Pokemon in existence.

"No... no!" Jack whimpered, trying to stand up, but slipping and falling into the virtual lake of Mewtwo cum she was trapped in. Her fur was soaked, the smell of how masculine and powerful and Alpha the Mewtwo was flooding her mind which only made her new body parts grow wet, and needy.

With a whimper, Jack pushed a transformed paw against her pussy, shaking and twitching as she fingered herself, experimenting in a frantic, desperate, needy manner as her body begged for release and closure.

"No... no... no... I'm... I'm not like... ugghhh... not like... thiiiissss!" she whimpered, as Jack reached her first orgasm, making her body grow rigid and falling back into the Mewtwo's copious seed reserves, her legs twitching, her mind reeling.

"I... I don't... want to be... like this," she whimpered. "I... I need to get out of here..."

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"That was rather corny," Ninetails said with a bemused smirk. " 'Gonna capture you in my Pokeballs!' That was rather... weak."

I apologize, Mewtwo said with a roll of his eyes. I didn't realize that we were doing this simply for your amusement. Though I have been wanting to say that for a while.

Ninetails laughed, sauntering over to Mewtwo, flicking his tails happily. "Either way, we have one more step to complete."

Of course, my friend, Mewtwo said, stretching himself out as Ninetails nuzzled against the bulging balls of the Psychic Pokemon. Ninetails closed his eyes, listening and feeling the little Lopunny, shrunk to just a few inches tall, inside Mewtwo's ballsac. The slosh and gurgle of the pent up Mewtwo, and the splash and struggle of the lopunny inside them, quickly got the Ninetails all hot and horny as well, his own cock slipping out of its sheath between his back legs.

"Oh, I'm looking forward to this," Ninetails said with a smirk.

And I'm looking forward to making it happen, Mewtwo replied, as he lifted off the floor and hovered around to the nine, long and flowing tails of the kitsune-fox. So let's not waste anymore time.

Ninetails quickly spread it's tails, showing off his tight ass to the Mewtwo. Without much pomp or ceremony, Mewtwo pressed his tip against the Ninetail's tailhole, and easily slipped in, making the fox let out a moaning yelp of pleasure.

"Oh, it's been... ohh... way too long since we did this," Ninetails moaned.

It's always been a pleasure to do so, Mewtwo said, his voice still calm and collected even as he began to slowly and steadily pull out until only the first couple inches of his cock were still inside Ninetails, before pushing his whole length in again. But I'm sure we will do this more often than not now, correct?

"Of... ohhh, of course," Ninetails whimpered, splaying his front legs until his head was against the floor of the cave, which gave Mewtwo all the space and reach to properly fuck Ninetails. And fuck Ninetails, Mewtwo did. He was soon picking up speed, driving his cock deep into the fox's ass, then out, then in, then out. Ninetails was in a state of bliss, moaning as he was pummeled by the powerful Pokemon. He didn't care. He enjoyed this, every moment of it.

Ninetails always knew he was a bit of a sub, a slut, always ready to lift his tail for whatever Pokemon needed to get his rocks off. Rapidash, Mudsdale, Tauros, Charzard, Arcanine, and so, so many more. But Mewtwo... Mewtwo was the best out of all of them. While he wasn't as big as some, he was more experienced, and was nearly insatiable: it would take weeks before Mewtwo was sufficiently "drained," and Ninetails was perhaps the only Pokemon who managed to do that.

Why did he even want to leave, to find a trainer, to explore the world, when he could just stay around here and live as the subby bitch for Mewtwo? Especially when it turned so badly?

But there was one thing better than being fucked senseless by Mewtwo... revenge.

Oh, I think our guest is making his move, Mewtwo said. This is your last chance.

"Fuck him," Ninetails growled, and he started bucking back against the cock that was spreading him wide open. "Fuck that asshole. Fuck my asshole! Fill me, big guy!"

Mewtwo's thrusts grew even faster and harder, and a grin crossed his face. Very well, my friend. Just for you.

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Inside the Mewtwo, Jack felt himself being tossed around, smashing against the sides of the egg shaped chamber, sloshed and tumbled and coated in the cum inside as the two larger Pokemon began to copulate.

But Jack, despite her body's needs and desires and the constant movement and gravity defying movement, was still trying to find a way out. Eventually, after what felt like hours of crawling around and being knocked around, she finally found something that looked like an opening, a dark spot toward the top of the balls she was in

Without even pondering where it may lead, and what she may find out there, Jack tried to get up there, timing the now more steady and constant tidal waves, riding them to get to the top, before finally she pushed herself up and into the hole.

It was tight. Incredibly tight, and the wider hips and thighs of the Lopunny made it harder for her to get in, but with some wiggling and timing it with the throb and flex of the muscles, Jack finally got into the hole.

She felt like she was inside a straw: a long, dark, throbbing, pulsing straw. Jack, already exhausted and horny, still pushed up, climbing and kicking her way through the tube. Each kick made her escape root tighten and constrict, making it that much harder to escape until she finally got the timing done right, and was easily pushing herself in. Pull, kick, wait, repeat. Pull, kick, wait, repeat. Pull, kick, wait, repeat.

It felt like she was going miles, and only gaining a few inches at a time. But she was not going to allow herself to be trapped in the balls of the Mewtwo forever. No. She was going to get out, escape, get herself turned back from a Lopunny into a human, a male human, and then he was going to...

Her thoughts of revenge were washed away as he felt a pressure building up, a liquid that was starting to push around and through her, one that felt hot and gooey, not unlike...

"Oh no..." Jack moaned, as she suddenly realized where she was, and what was happening.

She had next to no time, and very little strength and energy to fight it, before the sudden geyser erupted, and the Lopunny was soon riding a wave of hot, virile spunk through the tube, like she was in the world's smallest waterslide...

Suddenly, freedom! She was free, her arms and legs could move!

Then she smashed into another wall, then down to the floor, followed by seemingly gallons upon gallons of Mewtwo's cream.

"Ow!" Jack moaned, his arms and legs twitching, as the cum soaked and sore and exhausted Lopunny panted, trying to stand up...

Then suddenly something smashed into her body, bulldozing over Jack and pressing her into another wall of flesh and muscle, and adding another layer of spunk to her already drenched body.

As quickly as it ran into her, it retreated and uncovered her. Only to come by a moment later, and flattening him down again and adding more sperm and semen.

She rolled over as it pulled away with aching arms and legs, and gasped just before it came barreling down again.

It was Mewtwo's still cumming cock. Jack was like a pea next to the tree trunk sized dick.

There was a rumbling moan that echoed through the chamber Jack was in. And she soon realized it was from Ninetails.

Her heart sank. She realized that she managed to escape from the Mewtwo's cock... to be trapped inside her former Pokemon's ass.

Mewtwo's cock hit her again, but this time she was pushed with it, sent flying deeper into Ninetails' ass, along with another blast of seed.

She was so exhausted, so sore... and so horny. Her paw once again reached for her pussy, rubbing herself and whimpering, as the bukakke session continued on and on and on.

Jack hated herself. She had been turned into a tiny, insignificant, and weak Lopunny... and a girl one at that! Then forced to crawl through the dick of the most powerful Pokemon in the world, and totally marked by his cum... and now he was stuck in his former Pokemon, and couldn't help but masturbate herself thanks to the musk and raw power of the Pokemon.

After a long, long time, the flow of cum from the Mewtwo tapered off, and the cock began to withdraw.

The Lopunny, in a moment of clarity, suddenly realized that she had a chance. She got up on weak, wobbly legs, and headed for the end. She could get out through Ninetails ass. It sure wouldn't be dignified, but what was one more embarrassing humiliation that only he would know, right?

"I can... do it," Jack told herself, as her legs felt stronger, and she began to bounce. "I can do it. I can get out. I can escape! I can be free!"

Mewtwo's cock had slipped out, and Ninetails' ass was gaping open. Now was her chance...

She was only steps away. She bent down, and took a giant leap...

And the Ninetails' ass clinched tight.

Jack smacked against the tailhole, and fell back.

"No!" She cried out, as the cum soaked, formerly human, formerly male Lopunny tumbled backwards, landing in the middle of Ninetails' anal passage.

What's wrong, little one? Mewtwo asked, his voice entering Jack's head again.

"Let me go! Let me out!" Jack cried out. "I... I won't ever do it again! I promise!"

Unfortunately, it's not up to me anymore, Mewtwo said.

"It's up to me!" Ninetails growled.

The little Lopunny whimpered. "Please, please let me out? I promise I..."

"What part of 'thousand year curses' don't you understand?" Ninetails remarked.

"Y-you are going to keep me for a thousand years?" Jack whimpered.

"Well, if you want..."

"No!" Jack cried out. "Let me out!"

There was a moment of pause, followed by a melodramatic hmming and hawing...

"Oh, maybe I can let you out in... let's say 200 years."

"T-two hundred?" Jack stammered. "I... I'll be ancient then! I'd be dead!"

"Oh, well that's the wonderful thing about curses and magic... there isn't an expiry date," Ninetails smugly replied. "I'll make sure you last the full millenium.

"But then once I let you out, a few more centuries as a little tiny guy, smaller than any other Pokemon in history. Then say 300 more as a lopunny, then maybe a few centuries more after that you can get your male parts back... but I bet by then you'll be so used to them, you wouldn't want to."

Jack whimpered, looking at his body. Stuck like this... for hundreds of years?

That's the price you pay for your deeds, Mewtwo said. But, my friend, before you head off... how about one more time?

Jack gasped as suddenly Mewtwo's cock once again entered Ninetails' ass, and pushed him straight to the far end, smashed against Mewtwo's rock hard cock and the muscular walls of Ninetails.

"One hundred and ninety-nine years, three hundred and sixty four days, twenty three hours and 57 minutes," the Ninetails purred. "You might want to get comfy there, little lopunny."