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It really wasn't possible to be in a worse position, as far as Tyler was concerned. Death may have been unlikely, but a dreadful fate was exceptionally likely and the prospects for escaping the nightmare looked more remote by the second. The worst part was that he was entirely unprepared for this danger, and had no one who knew he was in it and could potentially come to rescue him. He was on his own, defenseless, and about to be a nameless victim.

This wasn't the way he expected to go out...then again, he doubted anyone expected their fates to be “turned into genderbent shrunken fuck slave for a Pokémon".

What a change from the innocuous start. Tyler was a fairly junior trainer, twenty years old but uninterested until his parents wanted him to get out of the house and live a bit, and was just wandering around aimlessly for the most part, trying to gain life experience and help his partner get a bit stronger. While he didn't really didn't know what he wanted to do ultimately, right now he wanted to explore some of the weird and wonderful areas around the world, to see things he'd never seen before. Maybe something he saw would inspire him or direct him, but even if it didn't, he'd still get to see a lot of amazing and cool stuff.

One thing he'd heard about in the most recent town he'd stayed at was a shrine in the deepest part of the Kismet Forest. Apparently it was a shrine to Mew, but more particularly, a specific avatar of Mew by the name of Anju. The avatars of the legendaries didn't usually take on more personal identities, so this was something worth checking out for Tyler - especially when he heard that very little was known about the shrine because almost no one had ever come around saying they'd visited it. That didn't mean they didn't, but they didn't talk about it - most of what was believed came from a single account which was years old, and what was there wasn't much in the way of concrete information.

It sounded like the perfect place to explore, as far as Tyler was concerned, so he set out with his Charmeleon, Firn, to go check it out. Maybe he should have realized it was a mistake early on...the Kismet Woods weren't dangerous, but the further he went in, the more he felt a sense of foreboding, of subtle threat, perhaps his own mind warning him that something just wasn't right. It wasn't just him, either, Firn had looked a lot more anxious than normal as well, even though he was putting on typical Fire-type bravado. And maybe that had slightly influenced Tyler's decision to ignore those inner misgivings and keep going towards the location of the shrine. After all, there wasn't that much reason to be worried - it was just a shrine, right? How silly would he look if he turned tail and ran when he hadn't even faced any danger?

Hindsight had sharper vision, of course, but at the time he'd been confident his decision would be borne out.

As they went deeper into the woods, it got unnaturally dark out, they could both feel something off about the shadows around them. There was a power there, one that bolstered the idea that legendaries were involved, and amplifying both the nervousness and excitement in the pair. Things had fallen silent, and there was an unusual lack of any sign of Pokémon activity around them - at least they didn't have to have battles, but it wasn't normal for a place this far away from civilization. Maybe that should have been another warning sign…

But they didn't heed it as one, and soon found themselves in front of the shrine. A simple, small building in an oriental style, one room barely large enough to walk around it for a regular-sized human. It didn't initially look all that special, but just seeing the building in an area that had nothing but naturality around for miles was something interesting as far as Tyler was concerned. He and Firn had stepped inside, looking around at the small statues of a Mew placed in spot here and there on shelves on the walls and the small altar in the rear center. The site was oddly free of dust, as if someone was keeping it clean, though he couldn't imagine who that would be.

Maybe he should have considered the obvious...but he was given no choice in that a moment later.

He'd just turned to look back around at Firn, and then when he turned back to the altar, a Mew was there, floating in front of him. He nearly fell over backwards at the sudden appearance, barely avoiding knocking over one of the statues. “Wh-whoa! Mew!"

“That's Anju to you," replied the Mew in a smug voice. He was leaning forward as he floated in the air, head on his hands. “And why might a human like you be desecrating my shrine?"

“Wh-wait! Hang on! I haven't done anything, I was just looking around!"

“Your very presence is an affront. This is a shrine to me, not to you."

“Tyler...this guy is giving off some bad vibes…" Firn warned nervously.

“Oh, relax, firebutt, you're fine. The only one unwelcome here is the human. I made this shrine for Pokémon seeking power over humans, one of them isn't allowed to come in and just walk around leaving its stink behind."

Bad vibes was an understatement - Anju's voice never deviated from a neutral smugness, but the disdain for his kind was just dripping from those words as they graced Tyler's ears. He needed to book it, he knew it...but suddenly he couldn't move. “Wh...why can't I…"

“Like I'm going to let you run out and avoid your punishment!" Anju did a swooping loop and ended up more upright, arms folded and a devilish grin on his face. “I have a favorite curse to lay on humans who come in here, especially trainers who put themselves over the creatures they should be serving. Now YOU'LL be the one serving, for all your life!"

Tyler could do nothing as the psychic blast hit him, sending him flying out of the shrine and into the open woods. He landed hard, but he barely felt the landing over the crawling all throughout his body, a twisting and burning that was mildly painful and greatly uncomfortable. He could feel his body getting smaller, soon swimming in his clothes, a state that was alleviated when the garments were torn to shreds by an unseen force, leaving him utterly bare and unprotected. The worst of it was a pulling and burning sensation in his groin and core, he could feel the whole area being reshaped without much care for his desire or comfort...only when the twisting faded was he allowed to look down and confirm that his cock and balls were no more, replaced by something more in place on a woman than a man. Somehow, he had his doubts that asking nicely would get him back to how he was…

But he wasn't given time to dwell on that, as several Pokémon appeared from out of the brush, looking at him with a deadly hunger. Instinct told him to run, and that's what he did, turning tail and trying to make his way away from the forest...but it didn't take long before he was hopelessly lost, there seemed to be no end to it now.

Which led him to where he currently was - tiny, warped, and taking a momentary breather before he tried to run again. And making matters worse was that he KNEW what lay in store for him...either Anju was gloating at him or he'd just left a sense of what was happening to further toy with him, but it was effective either way. The forest was now in a state where Tyler couldn't leave - anywhere he went past a certain point would just put him in another random section. Currently also in this area were a number of Pokémon hunting him, with the express goal of being the first to cum inside him - whereupon he would be their complete and utter slave, whether he wanted to be or not. And how he would feel about it would depend on his state as he was fucked - if he was panicked and tormented, he'd always be that way as he served without question, and he doubted there was much hope of him being anything else. The only way he could avoid that fate was holding out for three days...after that the forest would revert to its prior state and he'd no longer be able to be enslaved. The other changes, unfortunately, were not subject to this reversion…

Not that it truly mattered - at best it had been three hours, and Tyler was already wearing down. He knew he wouldn't make it three days. At this point the Pokémon were toying with him, he heard rustles and occasionally they popped out to terrify him, but if they were trying to catch him they could easily have done so. Maybe they wanted to make him suffer...there was a sense of raw hate of humans in them, he didn't know why and didn't care to find out at this juncture. All it would take was a little effort on their parts and he'd be done for...or just wait until he got so worn out he passed out, and he'd be a sitting duck.

Maybe if Firn had been there, there would be a little bit of hope, but he hadn't seen or heard a thing from the Charmeleon since his forced exodus from the shrine. Had Anju mind-warped him and set him after Tyler too? Had he been warped out of the forest entirely, to leave Tyler to his fate? Maybe the Mew had sent him away and wiped his memory, leaving him thinking he'd never had a trainer named Tyler...at this point, there wasn't much reason not to think the worst, it wasn't like things could get all that much worse here.

He was just about to start running again when he heard a creepy laugh that seemed to come from all around him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw several sets of glowing eyes around him, all of them on him menacingly. Tyler felt himself panic and he tried to run, only to be ambushed by a Riolu that tried to pounce on him. He yelped and dove for the ground, then scrambled back up to his feet just in time to avoid an icy blast from a Sneasel. They were outright attacking him now! Maybe they were going to beat him up into submission before raping him and enslaving him…

He scrambled off in a random direction, hearing the calls of some of the Pokémon to battle. He almost ran into a Donphan, who probably would have ended it right then and there if he'd been ready for it, and then almost got his arm burnt off by a blast of fire from a Braixen, who probably would gave gotten a much more accurate second attack off if he hadn't been tackled by the Donphan who got the brunt of the first attack. A screeching Braviary tried diving and grabbing onto him with sharp talons...that just came within inches of outright killing him, he felt the most sinister of grazes on the back of his neck, had he been an inch higher they likely would have severed his spine.

Tyler's heart was going triple time as he finally got away from the chaos for the moment. He was hunched over, heaving as hard as he ever had, choking and coughing a bit on his breaths even as he tried to collect himself. But then he felt a looming presence behind him...he turned around just in time to see a Haunter shoot out of the brush with a terrorizing screech and rush into him. His own scream echoed in his ears as he passed out from fright.

———

Everything seemed eerily silent as Tyler roused from his unconsciousness. There was nothing but a quiet breeze through the trees, the dark and overcast sky above offering him no sign of hope or freedom. He tried to rise, and found he couldn't; his arms and legs were tied by vines to some kind of wood structure that he was laid upon, he couldn't see it and couldn't make out anything about it. His position was spread-eagle, leaving him utterly, helplessly exposed to anything that cared to take him and claim him for themselves. Somehow he was innately certain it hadn't happened yet...but in this state, there was no chance of it NOT happening.

He saw a figure approach...no, that wasn't quite accurate, he saw the light from the figure before he saw the figure itself. His breath caught in his throat once again as he registered who it was...the unmistakable form of a Charmeleon illuminated in the darkness by his own candle. It was Firn! He knew it was, he would have known if it was any other Charmeleon...but there was a hunger in his eyes, one that was all too like the others. His heart sank...was Firn under the spell too? Was his friend about to be his tormentor?

Firn was carrying something in his claws, some kind of bowl-shaped stone. Tyler couldn't see what was in it, wasn't sure if he wanted to know...Firn set it down on the ground near where Tyler's legs were tied down. He tried to speak, found he couldn't...it was like his voice had been robbed from him, all he could make were incoherent moaning sounds. His body started to tremble as realization of the inevitable was becoming starker...this was it, this was the end for him, his last faintest hope was dwindling to nothing…

But Firn...something was definitely not the same as the others. Even though he could see the desire, the want in the reptile's shining eyes, his actions didn't have the savagery that the other Pokémon did...he was calm, deliberate, calculated. He could have jumped on him and just nailed him like any other mon would have been happy to, but he wasn't doing that. And that little bit of confusion was tempering the agony that he was teetering on falling into, as he tried to make sense of what Firn was going to do.

When the Charmeleon rose up again, his claws were smeared with something that Tyler couldn't identify. He tensed up a bit as those claws reached for his pussy, getting more apprehensive the closer they got…when they made contact, Tyler couldn't help but let out a bit of a gasp. It felt strange, it was like the pleasure he remembered getting from when he stroked his cock back before this but distributed in a completely different way. Even though he was anxious and worried about what was about to happen, he couldn't deny that the touch felt good...the heat those claws bore left a burning sensation where they touched, but not one that was painful, just stimulating, continually hot and tingling.

Tyler squirmed a bit as he felt Firn's clawed fingers open him up and spread something around inside him...it must have been what was on his claws, but he couldn't figure out what it was even as it was being spread fairly deep within him. It felt fairly sticky, thick, and cool, he wasn't sure what to make of it...but he couldn't stop it, he couldn't do anything to keep Firn's claws out of him, it was like his body was conceding to the Charmeleon automatically. Maybe this was part of the curse, he couldn't fight off when someone touched him…

Eventually Firn stopped spreading the stuff around his cunt, and removed his claws from him, leaving Tyler with the weird feelings. He still wasn't sure what was going on, but Firn didn't seem to be doing all that much. It made no sense, if Firn wasn't going to screw him, why was he leaving him tied up, or doing this weird stuff? Tyler certainly couldn't consider himself an expert on sexual matters but he didn't think this was normal, and the longer he went without knowing what the Charmeleon's true intentions were, the more anxious and panicked he was going to get.

And then he felt it...it came on slowly, a tingling and wetness in his loins that was utterly foreign to him, slowly building in prominence as he started to squirm and writhe. He was clueless about what was really going on, but he could quickly figure out that there was a heat and tightness building in there, especially where the goop had been smeared around. It felt weird, but...not entirely unpleasant, somehow, though the weirdness was the most prominent part at the moment. It continued to spread through him, through all his body, making a fire rise in his gut and a fierce sense of need envelop his brain. He was starting to pant hard, let out whimpers of need...the anxiousness was fading under the flood of lust that was bubbling within him.

When Firn struck, it got a sudden startled cry out of Tyler that quickly devolved into breathy, wanton moans. He hadn't been watching the Charmeleon, and hadn't been at all ready for the blazing-hot tongue to lash against his folds, slurping over his clit which had been smeared with that stuff. The powerful wave of pleasure that pulsed through him made him tighten up and sent a spate of fluid out of him, and he felt himself shiver and shake like he'd just cum, except it was briefer and not quite as hard as he remembered, but he also didn't feel like he was coming down as fast. He arched his back, about all he could do in the bonds, trying to push into Firn's tongue more and get more of that wonderful burn.

Firn clearly had the same idea, because his claws were spreading the human's folds, opening them to slurp and lap at his pussy much more vigorously. Tyler's moans turned to cries as he was overwhelmed with sheer, unrelenting pleasure, clutching down on that searing tongue as it ravished him eagerly. He could feel it licking up that goop that had been spread, and once all that was gone everywhere it had been touching was so much more fiercely sensitive than before, both to the contact and to the incredible heat. It was too good, Tyler's brain was shorting out from it, he was hitting round after round of those little climaxes and they were getting steadily more powerful, enough that 'little' wasn't an apt descriptor anymore.

When it hit, it was almost blinding. The powerful climax barreled through him, making him twist and thrash in the bonds, crying out incoherently, as loud as he was able to get with his somewhat deadened voice. Fluid rushed from his cunt, only to be rapidly lapped up by the fiery tongue which refused to quit all throughout...he could feel himself trying to clamp down on it, though the slippery organ was never in danger of being trapped inside him. And every lick prolonged the ecstasy, sent another little extra bolt through him to batter his psyche and leave him breathless and delirious.

When it finally did end, Tyler was panting hard, head spinning, feeling the aftershocks of orgasm and a geed bit of heat in his loins. He still felt like he wanted more, desired more of that pleasure, more of that heat, without truly understanding why...entirely unaware of the potent aphrodisiac mixed in with the berry paste that his body had been exposed to. He only really came to his senses when Firn clambered up onto the platform he was bound to...only then did he see the leaking red organ jutting from the slit between Firn's legs. To his shrunken self, it looked pretty enormous, and he could swear he could feel the heat pumping off of it...but, far from the chaotic terror that the thought of getting pounded brought before...he wasn't scared of this at all. In fact, he wanted it, wanted to feel Firn inside him, wanted more of the pleasure the Charmeleon had proven capable of. As the reptile bore down on him, he relaxed onto the platform, ceding himself willingly to Firn.

That first thrust entirely validated his decision. His cry and Firn's blended together as his cunt was pierced by that thick Charmeleon staff, sending a blaze of heat even more powerful than before into Tyler. Nothing about it was unpleasant at all, in fact it felt like the greatest thing he'd ever felt...there was such a fullness, such a stretch, such a burn, all colliding together into a glorious beacon of pleasure that shone brighter than the sun. Thankfully, Firn held himself in place for a bit, letting the overwhelming sensations ebb away to a more manageable level before the next rush began.

From there, Firn began to thrust, pulling out and shoving in with the kind of wild energy that Tyler had seen in him so many times, but had never experienced on a personal level like this. Each time he went in, he went deeper, pushing more of Tyler aside to claim him and make his midsection swell out a little more. The deeper the heat got, the more Tyler loved it, it seemed to pulse out through the rest of his body and just got ever more intense as more Charmeleon was stuffed in him. Spurts of precum were adding to this, pooling inside his depths and making Tyler feel like a burning pool was being filled inside him. Were his arms free, he would have wrapped them around Firn and clung to him like his life depended on it, but at the moment all he could do was arch his back and bare himself as fully to the lizard as possible.

It wasn't long before Firn was hilting on each entry, his full girth being fed into Tyler's wet and waiting snatch. Once again, the human was in heaven, getting those potent little spikes of pleasure as things built up, shaking and crying out in pure euphoric radiance as each one shot through him. Lost in this haze were the coming consequences, the awareness of what was going to happen to him once things culminated as they did...not totally forgotten, but blanketed so fully by his pleasure that they couldn't break through. More and more he was tensing down, giving more tension to Firn's cock and getting rewarded with another bolt of precum which spread around and burned in such a lovely way. Not at all how he ever could have envisioned the conquest going down…

Faster and harder the Charmeleon went, gripping Tyler and pounding in more domineering fashion as he came closer and closer to his release. Tyler was bucking in rhythm with him now, pushing in to hilt him as deep as he could go. His body felt like it was ratcheting tighter with every movement, winding up more and more beyond what it should have been able to...the delight was just building, never releasing, each little climax felt more intense, pushing him to what he thought was the brink and then proved not to be. His cries were getting louder, tenser, more desperate...he needed to cum, he needed to feel more, to reach the top, he needed Firn, wanted Firn to take him there and make him his!

And then Firn slammed into him, and cried out as the first jolt of searing cum plastered against his innards, and everything exploded. A furious surge of bliss crashed through Tyler's body, making him rock up and down against the Charmeleon's body; at the same time, it was like a piece of his mind was ripped straight out of him and sucked into Firn, attaching to him like a psychic chain that he was helpless to pull against and placed into him an unwavering devotion to the reptile. Wound up with the almost violent rush of orgasmic bliss, almost like his whole being's pleasure was linked to it, but it felt too good, too powerful and wonderful to question or oppose, lament or regret. And the void was filled, filled with each pump of blazing spunk into him, cementing Firn's will as part of his mind, his pussy as a second home for his cock, his very soul tethered to him indelibly, bringing with it the brilliant bliss that he had sought, and reveled in for a subjective eternity.

Tyler was certain he lost awareness for a while, the whole rewriting of his mind thing had caused him to nearly drown in the floodwaters of his glory for some time. When he came back around properly, the shift was unmistakable...Firn was Master, unquestioned and unquestionable, he couldn't even conceive of refusing him. Without question, the curse had taken its full course and there was no undoing what was already done. Yet...he had none of the fear or agony he had dreaded, nothing unpleasant...because Firn hadn't taken him that way. The joy, the peace, the comfort...in Firn, he had lust and trust. And he knew that that would never end, not only because of the curse itself but because Firn would treat him right, cared for him and would always be good to him. He could feel it in the piece of the Charmeleon's soul that was embedded in him, ensuring he'd always know how to obey...

Firn's muzzle leaned in towards his face, and without even thinking about it Tyler opened his mouth to let that infernal tongue in, allowing the reptile to dominate another orifice as he began thrusting again, the potent lust not having been sated yet in either of them.

———

Finally free of the cursed zone, but not out of the forest, Tyler found comfort in the bonfire in front of him and the powerful body of Firn behind and around him. Although Anju's curse had indeed taken effect, he didn't feel distraught at all; quite the contrary, there was an immense comfort in knowing Firn was his master now, and he felt very peaceful over the whole thing. Which, as it turned out, was part of the Charmeleon's last-ditch plan.

“There was nothing I could do to undo what Anju did...if there had been, I would have stopped at nothing, but I don't think any mortal Pokémon could do much about what he did. Once I accepted that...I decided the best thing I could do was be the one that had power over you. Which, I don't know, that mighta been Anju's plan all along, but somehow I don't think it cared whose bitch you were. But if I was going to do it, I wanted you to be good with it...not like the sadistic mons that would have made you a terrified plaything."

“I really appreciate that…" mumbled Tyler; he was still pretty beat from everything that had happened, particularly the several rounds of sex that had occurred after Firn had released him from bondage (and then tied him back up towards the end, which Tyler found was now very much appealing). “I guess if it had to be anyone, you were the best option."

“That's what I was hoping for. And I promise I'll be a good master to you. I'll only let someone else play with you if they're nice...well, nice enough, at least. I guess sometimes we can get kinda rough, but usually it's to make you feel good."

“I guess I'll be finding that out, won't I?"

Firn nodded. “We like to share by nature. But I'll make sure you enjoy it. And I won't just be whoring you out constantly...even if I'm your master now, I still want to make sure I do things you want, too."

“Thanks…" Tyler was starting to drift off, and didn't try to fight it. It wasn't clear to him if his wants would be discernible from Firn's wants in time, but he couldn't be concerned about that...it was hard to be afraid of the future prospects with a master he trusted to be kind and caring. Maybe it wouldn't even be that long before he decided he was happy that it had all happened...and if that was the case, well, at least something positive would have come out of it all.