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Chase the Moon by Gwydion78

Commission for Passer-By

"Alright!" Luke jumped up from the couch as the Raichu hit the ground on the screen, the house practically shaking as the speakers blared with thunderous and raucous applause. He fist-pumped in victory, mirroring the action of the victorious trainer who then thrust his arm into the air, his shouts of excitement drowned out by the crowd's noise. Banners showed at the bottom of the screen announcing the trainer, Luke's older brother, as this years champion in the professional Pokemon league while the commentators gave their takes on the match. It had been down to the wire, two of his brother's team put down leaving only his Lucario to stand against his opponent's remaining two.

Likely, his brother would call later on and the two of them would pick apart the fight in detail, with Luke getting in his share of digs on how John still wasn't using Lucario to his full potential, which would inevitably lead into the regular argument about why Luke had never chosen to become a trainer himself and follow in his brother's footsteps. Despite the teasing, it wasn't difficult to discern that John was hoping to eventually retire and bequeath his team to a worthy successor, even going so far as to give Luke a Lucario of his own, the same Lucario that was now part of a championship team.

It wasn't that Luke didn't have the skill to be a trainer, he'd always been good with pokemon, particularly in getting them to trust him, form bonds, he just had difficult ordering them to do things, possibly get hurt, no matter how competitive they seemed to be. His brother's Machamp was certainly evidence that some pokemon simply loved to brawl. Lucario he'd raised since he was a Riolu, and he'd practically spoiled him with plenty of treats every time he did something correctly, or was able to correct read his emotions, then thoughts. Once John noticed that Spike, so named for his, well, chestspike, wasn't getting any combat training, he offered to take over that part of the lessons, eventually to the point where Spike joined his brother's team.

There wasn't any bad blood, though, Spike had taken to combat like a Gyrados to water and seemed to have a lot of fun doing it, and outside of some gentle ribbing, John didn't bring up his inability to train outside of heated arguments that were a rarity now that John was out on tour. Instead Luke had found work at the Pokemon Day Care, tending to those that were left for weeks at a time, his bosses noting he had a definite knack for getting pokemon to trust him, even the more difficult types. "It's not that hard," he'd tell them, "You just have to think like they do, think about what they'd want, and then find a way to make it happen. Simple."

But he still couldn't miss the matches. Even if he himself couldn't bring himself to demand a pokemon enter combat, he was always amazed by the grace, speed, and power of the matches, the utter trust between pokemon and trainer, even when the match resulted in a loss. He'd seen too many pokemon at work treated like nothing more than tools or a set of moves to win a violent game of jan-ken-pon, but just as many that were treated as friends by their trainers rather than weapons or pets. What set Luke apart, at least to himself, was that pokemon didn't feel like any of those. Honestly, he felt more comfortable around pokemon than he did the trainers, or even other people.

It had started as a simple search on the GlobalNet one night when he was still awake after watching John win a regional match on television, just idle curiosity. Typing it into the search box felt like writing the darkest secret, something that would make others question his sanity, but there, just after midnight, with only himself in the house, he punched it in and searched, "I feel more like a pokemon than a human". It was embarrassing, truthfully, but ever since John had placed the squirming Spike in his arms, he'd felt like, well, he'd been born in the wrong skin. Playing with Spike, teaching him things, how to sense his emotions and read his aura. The night before Spike, then evolved into a Lucario, left with John's team, he'd thought that sentence at him, that he felt more like a Pokemon than a human. Spike, in return, had licked his face, so he didn't think the message had gotten through.

Since he'd gotten older, his searches had grown more bold, and he allowed himself to visit the sort of sites that weren't just about support groups or people claiming to spiritually transform themselves into any pokemon they desired through sheer force of awesomeness. Instead, he found sites that catered more toward adults, or at least people who clicked the "I am a legal adult" checkbox at the front of all the sites. Mostly, it was sites revolving around people dressing up in suits like their favorite pokemon, the majority of them posting lewd images of their activities, but others simply talking about how they spent as much time as possible in their suits, going about their days and trying to socialize with other, actual pokemon. The cost of a suit was far beyond what he made at the Day Care center, and even if he could, he had no interest. He didn't want to pretend to be a pokemon, he wanted to *be one*.

Luckily, he was quite skilled at keeping such thoughts to himself, as people who frequented those sites were thought as very weird at best and depraved perverts at worst, and often were forbidden to be anywhere near actual pokemon, a fate Luke didn't even want to consider. When he did "indulge" his fantasies, it was largely watching pokemon breeding guides that weren't out of place for someone with his job to watch, maybe not at home, but he could always laugh it off as being something for work, or a gag played on him, though no one had mentioned anything yet. While there were plenty of stories and images of humans, well, being with a pokemon, he'd always felt put off by it. As handsome as he found the male Lucario in those breeding guides, he never wanted to be with it sexually, well, not as a human at least. Regardless, as good as it felt to imagine himself as a Lucario in season and ready to breed, often by the time he was reaching the tail end, no pun intended, of the breeding guide his shorts were as sticky as his face was red.

He was about to indulge himself again when the phone rang, not even having time to see who it was before, "BY ARCEUS, DID YOU SEE THAT!?! Tell me you saw that!"

"Yeah, yeah, I was watching the whole thing. Spike pulled your ass out of the fire again, huh?"

"What can I say?" John chuckled on the line, "He's my number one guy since he picked up Aura Sphere. The other boys are even getting easier to train, he's been helping out with that telepathy of his. Should be home tomorrow night, maybe day after. Hey, get down, Spike, yes, you're going home too."

"It'll be good to have him home."

"You know he's a lot bigger now, he can't sleep on your bed anymore like he did as a Riolu."

"Damn it, John, tell me you haven't been feeding him boosters."

"Hand to Arceus, nothing of the source. Just been poking around some ruins in the offseason, looking for new team members, he's my guy when we're out. Just knows when stuff's around thanks to those floppy things of his."

"Aura readers, John. That's what they do, they sense everything."

"Well, he's been kicking ass and found a ton of stuff. Don't worry, gave him plenty of praise, that's one of the ways you spoiled him, you know."

"You need to give him time to rest, John. You've been going out almost every month, he needs to recover, learn, train, relax. I'm talking as a Day Care worker, not as your brother."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll let him stay for a week, that good enough?"

"Should be, I'll see you tomorrow night. Love ya."

"You too, bro."

After getting off the phone, instead of going to the computer Luke instead set to cleaning the house, prepping some of Spike's meals in advance, making sure his favorite toys were out and that there were plenty of easy paths of access through the house and to get outside, as Spike was a bit rambunctious now that he was older. When he finally went to sleep that night, he huddled up on the edge of the bed, trying to get used to the lack of room as Spike would likely take up most of the bed.

The following day at work was spent discussing the match from the previous night, as well as confirming that yes, that was his older brother on the morning shows, and his Lucario who had triumphed in the finals. He was thankful for the distraction, though the hours passed too slowly. When he finally arrived home he made sure everything was ready, meals prepared for himself and John as well as Spike, and when John pulled up, Spike was in the backseat, as Luke had never required him to stay in a pokeball and as a result refused to be kept in one. The Lucario practically dashed up the walk to the house and bowled him over in a tackle, a word practically shouted in his mind.

*MISSED!*

Though Spike was hardly a dog, walking on two legs like a person, he had some similar personality traits, though instead of licking his face, Luke was swept into a tight embrace, the Lucario taking care not to puncture his sternum with his chest spike. John shook his head as he carried his bags into the house, his belt laden with pokeballs which he took off and put aside.

"They'll be going to the Day Care, figure Spike would like it more here. Right, big guy?"

*HAPPY!*

Luke grinned at Spike, then at John as he carefully disengaged from the hug. "He's started talking?"

"Well, kind of, he can name his emotions, he understands me just fine, just having trouble with the words." John sniffed the air. "Please tell me you cooked for more than just him?"

"Yes. There's food for all of us." Luke rolled his eyes and led them all into the kitchen, Spike sitting at the table and consuming the meal with relative skill. "He's been watching you eat, I see." He pointed out how Spike used the napkin in a similar fashion to John, at the same time.

"Fast learner, definitely. I'm surprised he hasn't picked up talking given how quick he is with everything else. That match last night? Big guy here did it all himself. Hardly had to tell him anything. Just trusted him and he took those guys down." Spike beamed at that before snarfing down the rest of his food.

John didn't take long either. "Well, I'm off."

"Already? You just got here!"

"Gotta drop off the boys at the Center, then I got places to be, bro. I'm this year's Pro Champ. I figure you can take care of Spike for a week, right?"

"Yeah, I don't mind. Let me know when you'll be back, okay?" With that John waved and headed out, taking his pokeballs with him, and after taking the dishes into the kitchen Luke found himself nose to nose with Spike. "You okay, buddy?"

*Present*

"Yeah, I can see you're here. John's got you guys doing roll call now?"

He stared intently at Luke, his sensors glowing a soft blue.

*Present. For you.*

The Lucario then produced a small medallion with a carving of the crescent moon, and put it in Luke's hand. It was warm from being held, but looked positively ancient, likely from the ruins that he'd been exploring with John. He was touched that Spike would think of him like this even after so long. "Thanks, Spike, that's really nice of you."

Luke then yawned, all the stress and excitement of the day having been more than he was expecting, it seemed. "Well, I'm probably going to bed, buddy. You don't stay up too late or leave the house, okay?"

"Cari" he said with a happy grin, while Luke trudged up to his room, feeling more exhausted with every step. He fell into his bed, still holding the moon medallion, and drifted off to sleep, the stone starting to glow a gentle blue soon afterward. Its aura was easily detected by Spike, who simply remained downstairs, and waited.

Two hours later, at moonrise, Luke woke up strangely energized, and stretched. "Must've just needed a nap." He noticed that the medallion was still in his hand, so he set it down, chuckling at the indentation the crescent design had left in his palm after holding it for so long. He rubbed his temples, feeling a little off, not sick or anything, just... weird. It was like every sound was on a slight delay, and looking at anything left a slight fading trail in his vision whenever he moved his eyes. It was almost like a gentle pulse in the back of his head, not quite like a heartbeat but... just... weird.

He was also soon aware of another issue when he swing his legs over the side of the bed: His shorts were a mite tight in front. Well, it was to be expected given how many videos he'd been watching, and how a Lucario was always the main attraction, and now Spike was home for a week, though he never had thought of Spike in that fashion. Sure, he was a prime example of Lucario, his skin a nice blending of cobalt blue and jet black and a golden ruff of chestfur accented by his front spike. His aura sensors had an elegant quality to them as well, a surety to their weight and sway that implied their skill and stability. Spike was a fighting type, with some steel mixed in, so his musculature was lean and defined, as all the real world exploration had given him a build that gym-trained pokemon couldn't match. And his face, so expressive with eyes that implied so much wisdom that he tried to communicate to human minds, a personality that was still warm, thoughtful, compassionate and playful despite the number of matches he'd been put in.

But when Luke opened the front of his shorts to pull out his erection, he didn't slowly stroke himself at the thought of being with Spike, he did so partially out of jealousy that Spike had been born exactly as he was meant to be, while Luke was still stuck in this flimsy, fragile human body, only able to touch pokemon nature through tending their wounds. He inhaled deeply as he pumped himself, his six inches warm in his hand, strangely warm, but uncomfortably so, his rhythm easy enough to not notice that with every up and down motion, his shaft throbbed upward slightly. With the next several strokes, his glans altered, losing its mushroom shape and narrowing into a point, the skin losing its pinkish hue and leaning into the redder end of the spectrum. His eyes closed, he tried to imagine being a Lucario, reading his own aura of lust and happiness and joy to stoke the fires of his self-pleasure, as he imagined himself as a sexually adventurous and impressively hung Lucario. He gasped at a sudden rush of pleasure, enough to open his eyes and gaze down at his handiwork, so to speak, only to drop his jaw in shock as he watched his altered penis twitch wildly, the base of his cock throbbing almost painful, two growths bulging out from the side which made him check his scrotum to confirm his balls were, in fact, still there. They were in fact there, but his sack had grown taut, his testes swollen, leathery, and the skin turned a deep blue. "A... It's a kn-knot."

He took his hands away from his groin completely to behold his penis continuing to twitch and occasionally squirt a watery dollop of pre as it lengthened, thickened, veins standing out even in the low light, his endowment passing the ten inch mark, then eleven, then twelve. Gingerly, he ran his fingers along the bulges at the base, and made a happy little noise at the sensation, before he finally wrapped his fist around the knot and gave a healthy squeeze. "CARI! CARI!" He fell back onto his bad, just squeezing that chubby bloat again and again to the same effect until he realized he was bucking his hips and shouting like a... "LUCARIOOOOOOOOO!" The cock jumped hard, his mind assaulted with concepts like "Tied knot! Tied knot!" that overloaded his pleasure centers and left him capable of grunting "Cari... Cari!" with every wet ropey jet of semen. When it finally subsided he regained his composure and gazed down at himself. "That's... Am I really..." He giggled. "I have a pokemon's cock?" Better than that, he had a Lucario's cock, and playing with it had make it become that way.

Just that thought was enough to maintain his arousal. He adjusted his position to be fully on the bed, and wrapped his fingers around his shaft once more, starting to pump. Almost immediately, as his watched, the skin of his hands turned black, his fingers starting to ache heavily as he double-fisted himself, but he refused to let up, pistoning through the pain, even as his digits melded into two fat paw like appendages and a thick thumb, even as pain lanced through his hands as spikes shot from the backs of his hands? Paws? Given that his arm had gone from black to blue midway up his forearm, it was safe to say that he was stroking away his humanity, and that realization was all the reason he needed to keep going. He squeezed his knot tightly while stroking himself with his free paw with as much strength as he could muster, wanting to work himself harder, harder, harder still, until he felt new instincts overtake his vocal chords, and he exultantly shouted "LUCARRRRRIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOO!" as spunk showered down on his chest and face, his grip on his phallus vanishing as his arms began twitching wildly, beyond his control, and Luke felt afraid for a few seconds that something was wrong.

But then it began to feel so very right. While Lucarios often had somewhat spindly arms, the transformation had found more muscle than it knew what to do with. Given that Luke had been wanting to stroke himself as hard as possible, whatever force was granting him his wish decided he should have that as well. Instead of thinning his limbs further, they added bulk, his muscle fibers intertwining and altering and thickening and growing with the strength of a fighting pokemon with the density of steel. His biceps, triceps, and forearms veritably bloated with the dull rushing sound of blood filling them with power and the strength that could one-punch a Machoke. His shoulders thickened, broadened, switching from the cobalt blue to back to the jet black.

The same had been occurring with his legs, his quadriceps practically ballooned enough to rub against each other when he walked, insuring his balls and shaft would always be up front and on display. 'As they well should be', he thought to himself, stroking his thighs with his further widened paw, the palm of it big enough to cover his still human face completely. He felt a crack in his feet, but no pain as the bones shifted to give him a digitigrade stance, his calves thickened, but not as much as his thighs, the skin jet black from the knees on down.

When Luke took hold of himself again, he rolled onto his side, knowing what the next bout of self-delight would bring him, and the first use of his arm-strength was enough to make him shout "CARI!" in both pleasure and a little pain until he softened his grip enough, the shock of squeezing himself too hard enough to distract him from his tailbone breaking through the skin above his firm blue ass and twitching madly as his mind tried to comprehend the signals from his... "Tail... Cari! I've got a... Lucari! Lucario! A TAIL!" He had to laugh in joy, in relief, as he slowly twitched and wiggled and wriggled his new appendage. He stroked himself as fast as he could. "C'mon... Cari! Let's get the... Lucario! The rest."

It was odd, as well, to any outside observer he was just saying "Lucario!" over and over, but, by Arceus, he was saying *everything*! There was so much hidden nuance, subtlety, he could have a whole conversation with someone this way. Human speech just seemed so... *limited* now. He felt bad for John trying to make Spike learn human speech, it was like asking Spike to communicate complex concepts to an infant, concepts he could understand now. When he shot and plastered his chest with a fresh bathing of seed, he wasn't just shouting, "LUCAARRRRRRIIIIOOOOOO!", he was perfectly explaining the depth and magnitude of the pleasure he was feeling, and how desperate he was to shed the last bits of his human body.

"Luca... Lucari... Chest... Big chest... Cari! Strong... Big strong!" He shook almost violently on the bed as his torso blissfully gave in tot he change, his convulsions not of pain but of ecstasy as any fat in his body was burned away, giving his abdominals the platform on which to stand proud and massive and defined, his skin turning a golden yellow, slightly fuzzy with fur but not so hairy his musculature was obscured. He gasped as his nipples vanished into his skin, pectorals hardening like steel, his chest ridged with valleys of muscle, especially between his wide pecs. "Luca... Luca!" he begged, squeezing his knot to rush the next phase. "Luuuucaaaaaaaa!" His chest erupted a thick ivory growth, sharp to the touch, his chestspike.

Only one part of him left until he was free, until he was perfect, exactly what he always hoped he could be. "Lu... Cari! Cari!" His climax felt miles away but his masturbation continued, almost desperate in its speed and intensity, his eyes greedily taking in his muscular form, his black and blue skin shiny with the sweat of exertion, his chest fur starting to take a distinct, but very enticing masculine odor that tickled his nostrils. When he felt a strange itchiness along his scalp, he let go of himself long enough to investigate, and when he brought a pawful of his shed hair in front of his face, he grinned widely, "Lucario!"

His ears were the first to shift, the blue and black taking over more of his skin, intermixing on his face to create a cross of black that formed a thick band around his head, and up between his ears which had migrated to the top, lengthening and pointing in two spires of blue. Luke felt his face slope next, nose and jaw moving in parallel to form a rounded muzzle that seemed closer to a beak than a snout. But the final phase of his change, the shutting the door on his former humanity, came as his brain began to shift and change, thickened bundles of nerve fibers growing outward, sheathed in a protective layer of leathery skin, muscle and fat, four of them in total, his eyes opening wide as his mind created the connection to them for the first time.

Auras. By Arceus, they were everywhere, in everything, he could sense *everything*, the emotions of so many were all around him, flowing into him and energizing him, particular the rather potent emotions of joy and lust that he was constantly putting off and feeding back into his sensors. His body began to glow with a soft blue corona of light, power, energy as his fledgling sensors, greedy for stimulation, sought out any happy, lusty emotion they could find, as far as they could reach. "Lu... Luca..." He was vaguely aware he was squeezing his knot with great pressure, that his paw was a blur on his shaft. What he was most aware of was the lust and arousal of one very, very randy Lucario that seemed to block out anything else in his senses, ratcheting his pleasure into heights never intended for humans but apparently enjoyable to pokemon. Through it all, a tiny voice seemed to reach his brain from his groin. "Knot tied!"

Even with all the deep complexities of the language he now found himself fluent in, even it seemed ill-equipped to voice the expansive nature of the ecstasy he'd found himself at the foot of. Maybe the sound that came out of him was his name, maybe it was just a long wordless howl of joy to Arceus in thanks for the gift he'd been given. What Luke did know is that even a Blastoise would've been jealous of his attempt at Hydro-Cannon.

It wasn't a jet of semen, it was a torrent, a gush, a geyser of aura-infused essence that he would swear *glowed* as it fired out of him. The liquid sailed over his head for the first eight or nice bursts, splattering the wall audibly, making his ears twitch a bit in pride, even as the climax left him essentially prisoner to it, his body seized, unable to move save to keep his Riolu-maker properly aimed, maintain a deathgrip on his knot, and his hips trying to thrust at the imaginary hole his body was convinced it was tied to. When the climax weakened enough to splash his face, he quickly opened his mouth to sample himself, approving of his delectably male and heady taste. Once his cock resigned to emptying his nuts on his chest, he finally tried to catch his breath, enjoy the feeling of his cum trickling along between his muscles. He managed a "Ca-ri!" that sounded like a satisfied chuckle, even if there was so much more to it than that.

*Handsome.*

He lifted his head to see Spike in his doorway, his shorts shucked and fiercely erect, the Lucario not as tall or muscular as Luke was, but still looking like the most beautiful male in the entire province.

Luke furrowed his brow, his sensors glowing slightly as he tried to send the message. *Thank* He gazed at his body, wanting to cry tears of joy, and felt stupid he could only send the word again. *Thank!* Spike stroked his face, nuzzled him, licking errant splotches of semen from his brow. They eyes met, both of them luminescent now.

*Always know you were Lucario inside.* Spike pointed at the medallion. *Find that. Know it make you Lucario. Like me.* He licked Luke's face again, rubbing his muscled chest with his paw. *Maybe not just like me.*

It was odd, he could feel Spike's mind, like they were on opposite sides of a window, an open window, but he could look in, and Spike could do the same with him. *I... Thank you. Want this so badly. No know how to... BE Lucario, though.*

*I teach.* The Lucario rubbed him a bit lower with a definite smirk. *After I teach other things.*