Lost in the Snowy Forest
Lost in the Snowy Forest
By Visperus
Cold
Cold and lost.
Your trip into the Forest went quite sour, a surprise snowstorm caught you off guard and left you stuck out in the white scenery of the Forests for far too long. With the sun having already set and you basically walking in circles, trying to find your way out of this white hellscape. Losing hope alongside with the feeling in your limbs, you look around in hopes of seeing any sign of cvilization.
Light
You spot through the snowy darkness a flickering flame, two even, feeling relieved at having finally found something possibly a building, you walk towards it. Getting closer you didn't expect... a mansion. A very large mansion in a clearing, the front door flanked by two burning torches and multiple lights in the windows, how did you miss this? A fountain stands before it, a beuatifully sculpted statue of Vaporeon as the top, though the water seems to be frozen. Making your way through the thick snow, you reach the front door, beautifully decorated, with a door knocker designed to look like a charizards head. Reaching out to the door knocker, the door drifts open slightly by the wind, it was already open. Curiously stepping inside you are greeted by warmth and the beautiful foyer of the mansion. Before you can take a closer look around the place, a figure appears on the stairs infront of you. A Hisuian Zoroaark. It seems like this one might have taken this mansion from its original owner. Knowing their hatred of people you instinctively take a step back, only to find the door closed and locked. The Zoroark takes its time descending the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs it stops, and... beckons you. You hesitate, though looking at the Zoroark, it doesn't seem to be angry or threatening you. It beckons again, but after you just stare at it in terror, it moves towards you again. When it reaches you it extends a paw to you jackets zipper, unzipping it and helping you out of it.
"Let me help you"
That is when you notice a faint voice in your head. Unusual certainly, but the Zoroark seems to be telephatically talking to you. After helping you undress your heavy jacket and snowpants, you start to warm up in the cozy interior of the foyer.
"Come, follow me."
The Zoroark beckons you, wanting you to follow it down one of the corridors. The walls are decorated with painting of various pokemon, colorful rugs with intricate design patterns. Reaching the end of the corridor it opens into a small room with a fireplace and a few colorful couches. A painting of a Lugia hangs above the fireplace with statues of a Lucario and a Greninja flanking it, holding candles.
"Come, sit."
It tells you, roughly pointing to the couch.
Sitting down on the soft couch, it stands before you, questioningly.
"Did you get lost?"
You nod, not knowing whether the Zoroark can hear your thoughts or not. It ponders.
"A Snowstorm huh... I could give you shelter until tomorrow, considering there appears to be
another one coming soon, but not like this."
" What do you mean? " you ask but before you can speak the Zoroark answers.
" Your form, if you want shelter here you will have to be a Pokemon, just for the duration of your
stay though."
You tilt you head questioningly, it answers again before you can formulate the question.
" I would turn you into a Pokemon, either your choice or mine, and you could stay the night.
Though if this isnt what you want, youll have to leave again, I doubt you could find your way to the next town before you freeze to death. "
Hearing this you weigh your options carefully, you could stand being a Pokemon for a night, might even be fun. What Pokemon to turn into though?
" You can choose any you would like. "
Hmm..... Typhlosion sparks into your mind, nice and warm for a snowy night.
" Typhlosion? Right lets start then. "
The Zoroarks hair starts moving in an almost hypnotic manner, its paws suddenly grabbing you by your arms and holding you infront of it, its eyes glowing brightly. You cant stop staring into its eyes, so bright and beautiful. Lowering you onto the ground you shakily stand, never taking your eyes away. Feeling warm, almost burning hot, the Zoroarks eyes finally stop glowing and you can look away. Looking down yourself, nothing has changed, but the warmth hasnt stopped.
" Give it some time~ "
A ticklish wave runs over you, fur beginning to sprout all over, cream colored across your arms and a quick look confirming a dark blue color on your back. You take off your shirt and pants, anticipating your body might no fit them anymore in a bit. A numbness spreads over your hands and arms as they shift, accompanied by a couple cracks, your fingers turn into furred claws, hands turning to cream colored paws, arms shortening a bit. Next the numbness attacks your legs, 5 toes merging into 3 claws, feet turning to long paws as your overall stance is forced to shift somewhat. A coat of fur spreads down your back and a heat builds in your back right at your neck. It keeps becoming hotter and stronger, before erupting into flames out of your back. You feel woozy as your face shifts, elongating right in front of your eyes, your tongue hanging out as pant escape you. A few cracks more and your new muzzle is in place. Your ears move upward and become long and darkblue. Opening your long muzzle reveals a few sharp teeth and a long tongue. The last part of you to change is your crotch, a heat emanates from it making you pant and whine. Though dense fur is obscuring it partially your cock and balls shift. Cock becoming thicker, tapering, a knot forming as your balls grow and become enveloped in thick fur. Growing to nearly a foot and becoming rock hard your cock demands attention, a unyielding heat coming from it.
" Good, you seem to be adjusting to your new form already~ " the Zoroark says. You ears perk up, as it didn't talk to you telephatically. Seems like becoming a Pokemon allows you to understand it.
But you don't have a whole lot of time to ponder it. You crotch DEMANDS your attention, making you fall onto the couch. " Let me help you~ " says the Zoroark before moving a paw to your tool. Stroking it gently makes you moan almost instantly and deeply. Your member throbbing against its claws, as it strokes along it slowly. Each small stroke causing you to shiver and pant needily. Thats when the Zoroark leans forward and wraps its tongue around it- You arch your back and moan loudly, a massive wave of pleasure rushing through you. Within seconds your cock drips pre out of its tip, knot growing and throbbing, the tongue wrapped around it causing it to spew some more. The flames on your back growing large as youre pleasured so thoroughly by your host. Swiftly the Zoroark envelopes your members tip in its muzzle, your eyes closing in intense pleasure. For a few seconds they suckle on your member, moving away and standing up again. " Come, I have a better place for this. " it says. Weakly you listen and stand up, shakily following it as your massive tool throbs idly between your furred legs.
Walking through the previous corridor back into the Foyer, the Zoroark guides you underneath the stairs into a large gallery, paintings and statues of Pokemon all nicely displayed. At the far end of the gallery is an empty pedestal surrounded by pillows. " Since you are so incredibly needy right now, I think we will play a little, itll be fun and quite pleasurable for you~ ". With your head clouded by the massive cock swinging side-by-side as you walk, you nod, simply wanting to cum.
" Alright, step on the pedestal, and take a nice pose, if you can hold it for... hmm lets say 10 minutes, ill give you an unforgettable orgasm. ". Clouded by the thought of an orgasm, you agree, stepping on the pedestal and taking a pose, fierce and ready to fight, the common pose of a Typhlosion. You cock though swings erect around dripping pre onto the pedestal. " Great, now just hold it~ " the Zoroark says, its eyes glowing again. Finding yourself lost again in its eyes, holding that pose instinctively. Staring into them deeply, you don't even notice as the Zoroark moves away, still seeing those glowing eyes infront of you. It sets a couple of cans down on the floor beside you and takes a brush. Dipping a brush into one of the cans, " Resin Coat, Quick Drying" , the Zoroark starts applying it to your legs, brushing over your fur in slow movements.
Though none of this is fully apparent for you, still seeing those eyes, lost in them. Merely feeling the brushes as a phantom feeling. Your member being still the biggest source of feeling and heat.
Continuing brushing, applying an even coat across your legs and lower stomach, the Zoroark takes its time, carefully avoiding your member. Each brush thickening the resin rind, preserving the Typhlosion underneath it in its pose. The Brushes slowly move upwards across your chest and arms, quickly drying and forcing you to hold that position indefinitely. Moving up the neck, and to the head, it takes great care in covering every tiny spot of the inside of your muzzle, leaving it lightly shiny and stuck in a fierce roar. Your flames on the held in place by the Zoroarks uncanny magical powers, are also preserved underneath layers of resin. The last thing that is covered is your eyes, obscuring the glowing eyes youre seeing the entire time, warping your vision slightly as the resin distorts it.
Slowly your mind returns to you, a certain stiffness and feeling of encasement coming to the foreground. Seeing the Zoroark standing up and admiring you, you try to ask something but your muzzle isnt moving. Neither is anything else, try as you might your body isnt moving. With the heat coming from your own body the resin cures quickly and tightens its embrace around you. From the outside your statuesque body is barely wobbling from your efforts. The Zoroark kneels down infront of you. Then a lick across your still throbbing member. It had taken great care in not covering your massive tool so it could still play some more with you. Its tongue starts going up and down your spire, shining it and making copious amounts of pre escape.
You are left shivering inside your fierce pose, your clear resin prison keeping you still. It starts cupping and massaging your balls , as it wraps its muzzle around your cock, the tongue wrapping around it and making you quietly moan. Shivering heavily internally, as this devious Zoroark, works over your member methodically, making you approach that orgasm rapidly, knot throbbing wildly. Whining and straining to move, your member throbs inside the tight and warm muzzle. A few more thrusts by the Zoroark and youll jump over the edge, all that pent up pleasure escaping you in one orgasm,knotting that muzzle.
But the Zoroark has other plans, right before you cum, on the very edge, it magically stops you. Keeping you from cumming and lazily pulling off of your cock. Its own paw reaching between its legs to fondle the growing erection there. Deliberately taking its time it picks the brush up again and starts going over your sensitive member, encasing the last thing you had free, too in resin. The resin tightening around your meat. Each layer sending more pleasure through your stiff and unnmoving length. Finally the Zoroark Stops brushing, leaving you fully encased and on display, fierce and ready to shoot.
But you cant. No matter how much you try you just cant seem to cum. But it doesn't wane either, always right at the very edge. Unmoving, permanently.
Walking around the freshly made Resin statue of a Typhlosion the Zoroark admires its handywork, fierce and ready to go. Patting its head and the tip of its member, no doubt causing the Typhlosion to shiver in its prison, the Zoroark turns to leave, stepping onto the Arcanine colored rug, allowing the new display to be acquainted with its new place among its brethren.