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Hypnobear Week 2022: Ursaring

Written by: TiranMaster

Franky kicked over a pail as he stumbled out of the bar, a machoke having manhandled him right out the front door. Behind the pokemon was the owner of the establishment looking pissed as he stood beside the muscled pokemon, glaring the punk down. "I told you, Franky, this isn't that kind of establishment! You need to get your head on straight, if it were anywhere else, you might have gotten thrown in jail for asking a woman to do that! Go home, sober up, and maybe I'll let you in tomorrow!"

Waving his hand drunkenly at the owner, Franky just shook his head as he lazily zipped up the front of his pants. "Get fucked, Wesley, your bar ain't high class shit!" Part of the man knew he was being an ass, he had a bad habit of getting too drunk and doing too many dumb things, but Franky still couldn't manage to shut his trap. "You're lucky that I come around anyways, maybe you'll get with the picture and start hiring real ladies to do some work around here."

Face darkening, Wesley let out a long breath before saying another word, the vein in his forehead looked ready to pop. "Franky, say one more word, and you're banned for life. Go home, sober up, and fuck off." Then before Franky had an opportunity to shove his foot any further down his throat, he slammed the door shut.

Shaking his head, Franky started down the alley, his steps slightly shaky from the several drinks he'd been downing throughout the night. Above the sky was lit with a full moon, the light shining particularly bright that night. Franky did consider just heading home, he wasn't too far from it, but on the other hand that would just bring other problems. Being behind on his rent had made his landlord relentless on tracking him down, and his ex-girlfriend might be hanging around trying to fleece some cash out of him too. "Everyone's an asshole," he grumbled, belching before turning his attention to the one place in the city that didn't piss him off.

Walking past several pokemon and their trainers hanging around in the nightlife of the city, Franky looked towards the city park. The city was a bit of a crummy place anyways as far as Franky was concerned, not exactly a high class place like Jubilife city, and there wasn't even a pokemon gym to help drum up tourism. The park was the one slice of an unflattering pie that didn't seem too bad, it was where Franky usually went to sober up, or on occasion wake up in. A few people gave Franky the side eye, he'd managed to get into a few scuffles in the city streets, but tonight he wasn't so angry that he was picking fights.

Taking his first step into the thick green grass of the park, Franky allowed himself to relax a bit for the first time that night, discarding the worries of adult life for the moment. Unzipping his coat, Franky could feel some of the chill air rushing through his shirt, his overheated body cooling off by a few degrees. Smiling, Franky looked around for the best place to sit, seeing his favorite spot atop a hill waiting for him. Walking towards it, Franky could see everything clearly, the moon was shining over atop the park.

There often were many pokemon in the park, it was a spot that trainers often visited to see what new pokemon had stumbled in, but today Franky was a bit surprised to see several ursaring nearby. They were lumbering about, all of them occasionally looking to the moon, the moons on their stomach all seemed to be glowing rather brightly as well. Quirking an eyebrow, Franky considered leaving as he didn't like the looks of the large ursine pokemon... but they didn't seem to be causing any problems. It did appear that they were keeping other visitors from the park though as no other humans were around, Franky did notice a shirt on the ground making him think that many somebody else had been trying to get frisky tonight.

Throwing his coat down on the ground to create himself a small spot to sit, Franky flopped onto the ground, closing his eyes as he let the cool night air breeze over him. Already Franky could feel the regret of his conversation with Wesley setting in, he wouldn't blame the bar owner if he banned him for what he'd done tonight, he'd been out of line. Maybe if he really sucked up though, perhaps do a few side jobs and buy him a really nice bottle of whiskey or something... Laying there, he felt the gaze of the moon on him, as if there were a great eye staring down upon him. Opening his eyes, he looked up at the moon and was struck by how bright it was... how large.

Off in the distance the ursaring were occasionally making grunting sounds, Franky realizing how it seemed to be the same noise over and over again, and though he'd assumed at first that it was just a noise that the pokemon made... now it didn't seem to fit. Staring at the moon, Franky's gaze couldn't help but take in the enormous astral body, how bright it was shining, how... endless it all seemed. Letting out a grunt, Franky tried to close his eyes, but found himself unable to. Looking away proved to be a problem as well, the moon just continued to take up his gaze, the sight so enrapturing. The petty thoughts of earlier suddenly seemed to dwarf in comparison to the sheer enormity of the moon, simple thoughts seemed to be obliterated in fact.

"What's going on?" Franky asked himself, growing a bit afraid as he found that he couldn't even move now. "Hey... this ain't funny!" he shouted, though no one responded, all there was continued to be the grunts of the ursaring. They were uniform, constant, and Franky grew concerned as he thought he understood the grunts for a moment. Mooncalled, that's what he thought, but... it was impossible, humans couldn't understand pokemon. Nonetheless, the moon was growing painful to look at, Franky tried to bring his hands to his face to cover them, but still no response.

"Awaken." The word resonated throughout Franky, he let out a small scream of fear as he was struck by the enormity of the word. The voice came from nowhere, it was genderless, ageless, and it slammed through the human's mind like a hammer. Parts of himself were gone, Franky wasn't certain what, memories flung away like a giant playing with legos. "Accept my majesty." It was the moon, it had to be the moon, but it was so absurd that he couldn't believe it.

Something was changing now though, Franky's body started to stand, and yet he wasn't the one doing it. It was like puppet strings had been dropped down from the sky and attached to his body, his movements were surprisingly smooth, smoother than he could've managed considering the alcohol. Stripping off his shirt, the motion was so fast that Franky didn't get an opportunity to break eyesight with the moon. "Moonstruck," the voice came off in the distance, gruff, emotionless. There were several repeats of the word, all of them monotone, all of them enraptured.

The moon was peering into Franky, he knew that now, he was being changed by the moon for some purpose. The clothes that Franky managed to get off were growing smaller by the moment, the shirt had been first, next his shoes, then his socks which were starting to tear around his growing feet. A new sensation was spreading across the man's skin, an itching sensation, fur was starting to sprout all over. He barely could think well enough to be embarrassed as he stripped his pants off, kicking them away until he was only in his underwear. "Please, stop, I just want to go home," Franky said towards the moon. His eyes were glowing in tandem with the moon, a bright yellow light filling them, the mind behind those eyes was being peeled away under the massive power of the astral body.

"Awaken to a new life. One devoted to me." The moon commanded it, Franky grunted as he was growing larger, his body popping several times as he grew larger and larger, his skin soon vanishing under a flourishing brown coat of fur. The man from earlier, the one at that bar, Franky couldn't remember his name. Instead, when he tried to call upon such memories, the moon was there, it was calling, it was molding him into its obedient servant. "My Ursaring, all of you, my moonstruck servants."

Another round of those voices, much clearer now, more heated, all devoted to the simple word they spoke. "Moonstruck." Franky's lips twitched, he desired to speak the word, to be claimed by the moon. The man recognized that he was being swallowed up in the vastness, he couldn't quite find the repulsion he knew he should be feeling. In the periphery of his vision, Franky could see movement around him, the ursaring were surrounding him, but they weren't' looking at him. Instead their heads were turned towards the moon as well, all caught in its pull, like the tide itself.

The strangest feeling though was as Franky's underwear ripped away, he realized that he was hard, hard as if he'd been looking at the hottest person of his life. The moon inspired such a feeling in him now, he was aroused by the moon, it was becoming the center of his word. Sniffing the air, he could taste the scent from the others too, the moon's devoted servants were horny and wanted to show the moon their subservience. "Free yourself from human flesh, be mine."

Tears rolled out of Franky's eyes as he recognized how little of his past remained, it was floating away, and his face was pulled back in a big grin. That grin was changing bit by bit as he became more pokemon than human, another bear in the crowd of bears, though his stomach hadn't been graced yet. "Moonstruck," one ursaring said. "Moonstruck," another spoke. "Moonstruck," Franky growled, his voice almost unmistakable as his own. It was nearly just another bear's, his mind flooded with the sheer glory of the moon, his cock throbbing between his thighs, growing larger, thicker.

By now Franky looked like an ursaring just like the rest, his ursine face turned towards the moon, eyes glowing as he felt the moon reaching out to bless him. "Welcome." The word was simple, but the new ursaring bellowed in relief as he came in time with the rest of the human memories vanishing in an instant. A large yellow circle blessing the new pokemon's stomach as he huffed several times, eyes finally blinking for the first time, though they didn't leave the moon. The moon stopped speaking to him, and that fact made the ursaring sad, but he looked around at the others.

All of them belonged to the moon, they knew that, they grew together in a pack as they waited for someone else to come into the park for the night. "Moonstruck," an ursaring said. The rest repeated it, happy to be blissfully obedient to the moon. When the sun rose, they would be gone, off to another place to wait for more to join them. The moon was patient, and so were the ursaring, the symbol upon their stomachs a sign of their permanent devotion.