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Even after talking and making up with Olivia, I still couldn’t believe my eyes. Just yesterday, I was shot dead on the spot. My cold body, dead on the ground, blood dripping out of my skull. And here I was perfectly alive in my new male Pokemon body with thick black fur and claws to fight. I patted against my flat chest. All these years of longing now finally fulfilled. I was finally a guy. No more binding around my chest or period cramps. I could finally be me, with the caveat of being a Pokemon now. Yes, yes, beggars can’t be choosers. I should be kissing Arsesus’s ass right now for even being alive after what happened yesterday. Glancing down at her, my eyes teared up a little. I had been praying and yearning to see her ever since Oliver-I mean Olivia left and to think that she was here with me all this time. Ok, that rightfully pissed me off but words couldn’t express how relieved I was. All that for the small cost of my humanity and my life. My fur bristled up. Yeah… would rather not think about that… Olivia’s ribbons wrapped around my paws. Caught sight of her glancing at me before looking completely straight, she let out a cough, “So… what’s on your mind?” “Nothing much. Say,” I nudged against her ribbon, pulling her back slightly. This question had been on my mind for quite some time ever since I reunited with her but never got the chance to ask her, “Are you…alright with this?” “Sorry?” “I mean like,” I scratched behind my neck, “Like I know you told me you didn’t mind being a Sylveon and stuff but… Ugh, I’ll just say it, alright? Are you fine being a woman now?” She stopped in her tracks, raising her paw, scratching against her nose. Didn’t want her to go through the same shit that I went through, especially when forced against her. The Oliver that I was friends with in that orphanage had never once spoken about wanting to be a woman. Then again, he never told me shit about him literally dying so he might have more secrets up his fur. “I…I don’t know,” She answered, stepping forward with her tail swishing, “I mean ever since I was seven, everything became numb to me, you know? Like my nerves couldn’t feel anything. Pain was numbed out, I couldn’t walk properly and well everything just sucked.” “And so when I turned into an Eevee, it felt like my life was reborn again, especially with how many sensations rushed at me. I really loved it. Just being able to feel and sense the world around me again. I missed it so much,” Her voice wavered here, “Becoming female was just part of the package that I eventually accepted so there’s th-” “But if you had a choice right now to become a guy, like you press a button and you’ll become a male Sylveon, would you press it?” Briefly, she thought about it before answering, “I like my current body and that’s enough for me. Plus,” Her cheeks flushed red, “Tits are nice. And if I was a guy,” She choked up here, like her throat went dry. Olivia softened here, “I wouldn’t be spoiled by you.” I giggled, “Spoilt? I can still spoil you rotten even if you were a guy.” “Yeah but you know, like those princesses in manga.” “Princessess? You’re into that?” She blushed hard. So hard that she resembled a flareon, “I mean…I don’t know ok!” Her ribbons covered her eyes. “It’s embarrassing to say all of this out loud…” Laughing, I stepped forward and scooped her up in my arms. Her ribbons flustered around, clinging against my back as she closed her eyes, “Don’t you like this, Princess?” “...yes,” Her head snuggled against my chest, the occasional licks tickling the region, “Now put me down before anyone sees us.” “But why, Princess?” I teased, seeing how embarrassed she was. Princess at her age? Didn't think she would be this needy. But that only made her more adorable, with those large eyes and ribbons. She quickly got off me, sniffing out the region for potential opponents, “A few people are coming, do you want to fight them?” I nodded. Right, we needed money to get some damn clothes. Can’t believe she was fine being entirely nude for the whole world to see. Maybe the changes really fried her brain… “Ahem, sorry for interrupting,” James suddenly spoke up from behind, “But I didn’t know Olivia here liked being a girl so much.” She tightened her grip around my arm, “Yeah, yeah… All thanks to you, I got it.” “It's really an accident honestly. To think you were so malnourished that I couldn’t even make you a man even if I tried.” Olivia squinted back. “And for her, it's fine?” “Dude… you’re literally all skin and bone when I met you. Even your flesh had weird stuffings that only filled up space and nothing else. How was I su-” “And being a female was the only way to save my life?” “Pretty much. Hey, at least you’re healthier now.” I looked down at their conversation. It felt odd. Odd to see my two Pokemon talking to each other this much. Usually, Olivia would just create cute sounds as she nuzzled against my hand while Shiny… Shiny said nothing. After all, ghost typing means dead people thus they won’t speak. Unfamiliar scents waffled through my nostrils. I glanced to the side, ducking a little down. (The other two were so small they hid within the bushes themselves). There, a young man in his singlet walked with his Lucario, side by side. Toned muscles, black hair with a sling bag across his body. But his golden necklace was all the reassurance I needed to lock him in as a target. “You saw someone?” Olivia asked. “Wanna fight?” “His Lucario looks strong, though.” “Eh, who do you think I am?” She tugged against my black fur, pulling me to him. “Plus, we have James.” Putting on my illusion (as myself), I came face to face with the trainer. “H…Hey, there.” “Awww, look at you sweetie. Wanna get my numb-” “I came to fight you.” He clicked against his tongue. Cracking his knuckles, he leaned forward. “Sure thing, Hun. Lucario, let’s go.” “Olivia, you’re up!” I cringed at myself as she gave a responsive ‘veon’ back. It really felt like we were cosplaying as trainers. Two Pokemon fighting against an actual trainer. The worst part was that Olivia was fighting…for me. “Lucario, use Sword Dance!” As Lucario readies himself, settling down into a fighting stance; Olivia glanced back at me, a little awkward. Right… Her moveset was… Quick Attack… Maybe Disarming Voice? “Olivia, use… Quick Attack!” She used her body and slowly hit Lucario's torso. It barely did any damage. With Lucario now staring down at her. She quickly backed up, using her ribbons to tap against my hand. “Pfft! Is this all you got? I still have another three more Pokemon ready to crush you.” Her eyes glanced at me before glancing back. Alright, it was a good time to admit. I loved Olivia. Absolutely adored her as both, Pokemon and an individual. But the reality was that… She was extremely weak. Like physically weak. Sure, she managed to get by and kill some bugs. The first gym was easy since she could obviously dodge the powders but… She had basically no offensive capabilities. Especially not against a Lucario like him. “Lucario, use Sword Dance again!” The aura around Lucario brightened up. Charging up and glared down at us both. Gah, so many weak spots. So many vulnerable spots. None of which Olivia could exploit. “Olivia, use…” My brain racked for ideas. If only there’s a way for me to start fighting… It’s just frustrating. “Draining Kiss.” She blinked back at me. Helplessly on the field. I could feel my throat drying up. Flashes of her injured body, coughing out blood, only paralysed me. No… She could avoid his hits, right? She just had to… But… Suddenly, a tap jolted me out of my spiral. It was James. “Juro, calm down.” I nodded my head, still pinching against my head. “Alright because me and Olivia are useless in comb-” “What’s the hold up? Hurry up and ask your Pokemon to attack!” “- I would suggest swapping yourself in.” “Olivia, us…use Baby Doll Eyes…” The helpless Pokemon merely used her move, rendering Lucario to lower its guard. Not out of how adorable she was. More so out of pity… I turned back to see James trying to pull out my orb. “Your orb is what maintains the illusion. Just swap yourself now before Olivia well…” “Lucario, use High Jump Kick!” Fortunately, Olivia ducked it down and with her ribbons, she started a dust storm. Sand flew towards our eyes, blinding me and our opponents for a mere moment. Olivia dashed to my position, panting. “Swap now!” “But wha-” Looking back at Olivia, I could faintly see my illusion standing in her place. Right. Should be fine then. I cracked my knuckles, revealing myself on the battlefield as a Male Zorark. My… True self laid bare. The trainer coughed out dust. “Damn, using such a cheap trick? Your Sylveon would’ve been dead i-” He rubbed against his eyes. “Huh, didn’t think a pretty girl like you had such a Zorark.” Olivia cleared her throat. With my illusion orb, her higher-pitched voice morphed into my deeper voice. “Does it matter?” He began laughing. “What are you? An idiot? Sending a Dark type against my Lucario? You’re just asking it to be killed, aren’t you?” I stretched my arms and waist. Nothing better than a little warm-up. Bloody wounds on Dad’s body flashed before my mind. My body shivered. Fuck… And his useless son was standing here, revived after dying. “Well, I’m just some ditzy girl trainer after all. I just got out of sch-” I suddenly felt a tap on my paw. One of Olivia’s ribbons wrapped around them while she yapped. “Actually, since you’re so smart and strong, why don’t we make a bet?” “A bet?” “Yep.” Her eyes arched upwards. “Say if… Your Lucario wins against mine, I suppose I could give you my number. You know, for more training.” He raised his eyebrows and blushed harder. Seriously, what was Olivia thinking? There was no way she was going on a date with this creep… Especially when she had me. “And if I lose?” “₽ 20000” “Wait, how is that fair? I only get a number while ri-” “Alright then I guess,” She said, fidgeting her fingers around, looking down… “I’ll go on a date with you…” He thought about it for a minute. Silence hanging in the air with Lucario glancing back at his trainer for instructions. I glanced back at her, only spotting her sheepish expression, raising both forepaws up. What the hell was she thinking?” “Make it my entire team instead and you’ll have a bet.” “Of course. So can we continue?” As she asked, I felt a tug against my hair as she whispered under her breath. “Go wild.” Right. Pressure’s on me. Just like back then. When I watched the-ok that’s enough. I shook my head with the shorter Lucario smirking at me. That little shit. His trainer snapped his fingers. “Lucario, use Close Comb-” See. The problem with Pokemon battles is that they aren’t real fights. They are fighting no doubt. But they aren’t real. Just like how wrestling is a sport not an actual fight, Pokemon battles have similar restrictions and rules to set in place for safety. Real life isn’t that kind of course. I learnt that the hard way. Just as Lucario raised his fists to fight, my paws jabbed against his neck. Hitting right between the veins to make him choke out. Dirty move indeed but he should’ve defended against that. The poor Pokemon gagged out, coughing his spit out. With Olivia making some bullshit like “Juro, use Karate Chop!”. “Wait, wait, wait, how does your Zorark know a f-” She shrugged. “He’s feral, I guess. He doesn’t listen to me most of the time.” I glared back at her, pouting. Low blow, Olivia. Low blow. His Pokemon merely raised its paw up. Still panting with drool spilling over. His once enthusiastic tail had frozen, shivering as his eyes met up to mine. It's weird to admit but I didn’t feel remorse. The trainer retracted his Lucario. “Rest well, man. Go, Charizard.” A big orange dragon with flames appeared and roared to intimidate me. Looking down on me, the Charizard snorted at my smaller size, glancing back at his trainer. “Cha-char?” “Look here mate, that Zorark is dangerous. He one shot Lucario, alright? Just do-” “Can we start yet? My Zorark’s getting restless.” He rolled his eyes, now with irritation. “Fine. Charizard, use fla-” Before he finished his word, I struck first. The scene was almost reminiscent of that day. Large pokemon flying above us before attacking us unprovoked. Probably why I never got rid of my fear of scarier Pokemon. But the adrenaline in me said otherwise. Just before the damn lizard took flight, I struck against his ankle. And the moment he tried to scratch me, I jumped to aim once again at his neck. Larger Pokemon are just clunkier in nature and so he missed. With a kick to his face, he began breathing out fire. Some of my fur was singed but it wasn’t enough to deter my attack. I died before this so what was a little flame going to do? The voices of both trainers tuned out within my head. Not like Olivia could tell me what to do here. I fell to the ground. He was a little dazed by the aggression as he took flight, flying above me. Like a foot off the ground. Preparing for another fire attack, his wings flapped harder, trying to knock me off my balance. Immediately, I scanned the area. I tried to find a nice footing. Damn wings were trying to kill me here. He had the range advantage certainly with his fire moves to swing at me and burn me to crisps. “Ok, this is the end. Charizard, use flame thrower!” His trainer declared. I tilted my head to the side. Ah, whatever. His aim would probably be terrible in the sky. I dodged swiftly while he rotated his head, trying to hit me. Visibly more irritated and angry now. Once his flames had weakened and dulled out, I leaped onto one of the trees and pounced on him. Admittedly, I was inches away but my claws certainly dug into his scales. Blood spilt onto the floor with him wincing in pain. Falling down, I could feel my heart thumping. This was… So stressful. To fight someone. To actually learn and cut someone down. Like how did Olivia even do this for so long? I glanced back at her before remembering her fights. Against Bugs. Yeah, we were different calibers. The fight continued. Once more, the Charizard tried to hit me but I evaded his attacks. He went berserk midway through the fight, going onto the ground and slashing his claws. An idiot of course since the ground was my domain. With more cuts to his wings and scales, he stood there — almost a husk to his former self. The arrogance that he once had morphed into worthless dignity with more wounds all over him. I was slightly better. Still no visible wounds but exhaustion was wearing on me. If he had another Pokemon, I would be dead on the spot. One clean hit and I was out. “Char-Charizard.” The stupid dragon held his wounds before collapsing onto the floor, closing his eyes. His trainer’s creases showed. Holding another Pokeball in hand, he sighed. “Go, Weavile.” My vision blurred. If that lizard had gone down earlier, I would have had enough energy to fight against another fi-wait, Weavile? I widened my eyes to see a timid Weavile, shivering. Good Arceus. What were the chances of this happening? “Weavi-” I lunged forward. This was my one chance. My claws balled up into a fist before punching his liver. He spatted out blood, fainting from that singular attack. “Fucking how does your Zorark have fighting moves? This isn’t fai-” “I don’t know, alright,” Olivia said, shrugging, “Now what. Do you have any others?” “No…” “Then I suppose you’ll have to pay up.” She winked back. “Unless of course you want to fight against him…” The trainer tossed two ₽ 10000 notes as he rushed to the nearby town. I heaved a sigh of relief with Olivia’s ribbons wrapping around me. “Seems like you had fun there.” “Maybe I did.” My balance was unsteady as I fell to my knees. Ignoring the soreness, I rubbed against her fuzzy cheeks. “Didn’t think you'd raise the stakes.” She leaned closer. “Didn’t want you to fight any more than this. Let’s just call it a day, shall we?” “A little hard for m-woah…” Her ribbons tightened against my fur, tugging me towards the bushes. I chuckled at the sight of her pulling me. As we gathered behind bushes with James, I asked, flashing my fangs. “So how did I do?” “Like a feral beast that wouldn’t listen to me.” She giggled back. Tsk. This again? “Alright but if you were a better Pokemon, I wouldn’t need to fi-” “Juro. Look at me. Do you really want your weak Oliver to get one shotted by that scary Lucario?” “What about me? Why were you fin-” “Cause you’re like an ape, remember back that ti-” Shifting my body to the side, I pounced onto her. “I’m not an ape! I told you guys before!” “If I may add, you were quite feral in your fighting style, Juro…” James chimed in. “Would’ve thought you were a Pokemon instead of a hu-” “Oh shut up!”