“This is Ranger Charles. No sign of the missing trainers, any luck on your end?” “Negative, nothing more than an especially angry Ducklett. Continue searching your end, leave stone unturned.” “Copy that.” Oh boy, this was going to be one long mission. It’s been at least three days since a group of young males disappeared in the forest, just ten miles away from the nearest city. Charles and three other rangers were sent to investigate and they haven’t had any luck so far. The group were all different species, a mix of pred and prey, eight men, all of them were trainers, and the only connection was that they went to the same gym. If they were kidnapped, the only reason would have to be ransom. But that was getting too far ahead, for now, the red ferret had to focus on finding any trace.

Six hours later, and still no sign. The Pokémon Ranger called his team maybe a dozen times in between, and no one found anything. He managed to find a Swinub to try and find the missing Trainers’ scent, but it proved fruitless. He couldn’t find anything, barely a sign of people even being in the area. He was about to call again, when Swinub became excited all of a sudden. “What is it girl, you find something?” The ecstatic snorts of the Ice/Ground type showed it did find something. Charles chased after the Pig Pokémon, with it eventually stopping to sniff a suspicious looking spot on the ground. Charles dug a little at the spot to find…underwear? “D-did one of the missing trainers lose this?” Swinub looked excited, snorting happily. “Alright. Grossness aside, this should be enough. This is Ranger Charles, I found an article of clothing belonging to one of the missing Trainers!” “Good job, we’ll meet you at your location.”

It took roughly ten minutes for the rest of the Ranger team to reach Charles’s location. Once there, he showed them the “article of clothing” he found. His teammates all blushed a fair bit, before turning their focus back to the assignment. “If we found this, then they shouldn’t be too far. They might have been attacked, better find them quick.” The assembled Rangers wasted no time searching for any other pieces of clothing to use. A shirt, a shoe, and a sock was all they found. They turned back to the Swinub, hoping the Pig Pokémon could track the scent to find the missing trainers. Thankfully, the Ice/Ground type seemed able to pick up the scent. They followed the Pokémon into the deeper parts of the forest, unaware of the danger they would face.

“How long are we going to follow this Pokémon?” “Until we find those Trainers. Swinubs are excellent trackers and no one brought any other Pokémon, so no complaining.” Charles was glad someone was backing his decision, but he was starting to agree with the first guy. It seems like it’s been an hour. If Swinub was indeed leading them to the missing Trainers, it was sure taking its time. It made constant pit stops to eat and it seemed to be quite lost itself. Finally, Swinub moved more excitedly and ran off in the direction of a clearing. The Ranger team chased the Pig Pokémon, praying to Arceus that they had finally found them. Instead, it turned out to simply be one large clearing, devoid of anything but plants. They made it to the center of it, searching for any signs of other people. But there was nothing…not even the sound of other Pokémon. “Something’s up.” “I knew something was up with that Swinub.” And just like that, Swinub ran off into the forest, taking the clothes they gathered with it. But it was sooner replaced with other Pokémon, and they didn’t seem friendly.

“What are all of these Pokémon doing here?” “More importantly, how are they all standing?” Indeed, the slowly approaching Pokémon were all standing on their back legs. This wouldn’t be too weird for some Pokémon, but for ones like an Arcanine or a Luxray, it was definitely strange. Including them, there was a Pangoro, an Electivire, a Machoke, a Mightyena, a Sceptile, and a Midday Lycanroc. All were bipedal and displayed a blank face. They didn’t give any signs of hostility, but the way they were slowly approaching was becoming threatening. “Well don’t stand them, get out your Capture Stylers.” Charles was the first to draw out the Styler, and attempted to capture the Luxray. But when he attempted to form a Capture Line, the Styler reacted to something and glitched out. The ferret turned to see the rest of his team struggling with the same thing, no one could Capture these strange Pokémon. “What the hell, my Styler is glitching out.” “How? It was put in maintenance before the mission?” “They aren’t broken, they just can’t Capture these Pokémon.” Before they could further contemplate this mystery, the Pokémon decided to retaliate. The Electrive and Luxray unleashed an Electric attack, some sort of shock wave. Its purpose seemed to be to further hinder the Capture Styler’s abilities. After, the remaining Pokémon got close and attacked the Rangers. Charles could barely blink before he was knocked out by the Pangoro.

Groggily, Charles eventually awoke and found himself bound, gagged, and carried by one of the Pokémon. He turned his head to see the rest of his team in the same position. The Ranger tried to wiggle and move, anything to break free. But no amount of twisting and flailing would prove successful, no matter how hard he tried. Having given up, the ferret occupied his time with learning more about their captors and where they were taking them. They were going deeper into the forest, that much was sure, but to where? There shouldn’t be anything in that area, or atleast, Charles couldn’t remember anything. But his question was soon answered when they broke through the trees and the captive Ranger gazed upon a worn-down looking city. As they got closer, they passed by a Flareon on two legs, followed by a regular Houndoom that appeared to be barking orders at it. They passed by more Pokémon, and it became stranger and stranger. There appeared to be two main groups, regular Pokémon and these strange anthro Pokémon. Charles did his best examine the difference between the two, hoping to find some answer to this mystery they were in. Beyond being bipedal, the anthro Pokémon lacked any sign of emotion or will of their own, following whatever orders the other Pokémon gave them. It was as if they were drones. From the looks of it that meant construction, heavy lifting, and…fornication. Charles blushed immensely as he saw a Boltund being fucked from both ends by two Water types…wait a second…Boltund doesn’t have red fur. Charles tried to shift himself to get a better view, but what he saw astounded him beyond words. That wasn’t a Boltund, it was a fox turning into a Boltund.

The revelation of the answer behind the mysterious Pokémon had caught the red ferret so off guard, he didn’t realize that his captors had already brought him to their destination. A large building that appeared to have been a gym at some point before the city was abandoned. Context implied that this was the lair of whoever or whatever was responsible for what was going. The red ferret began to feel nervous, unsettled of someone turning innocent anthros into Pokémon slaves. His team’s captors entered the building and much to his expectations, this seemed to be the base of operation. Regular and transformed Pokémon were all walking in and out of the building and he could see a couple other anthros being led/carried into some room on the top floor. Their captors walked to join the stream of anthros that were climbing the top floor, possibly to transform their prisoners. But a loud caw caught the attention of the one carrying Charles and he turned to see a Xatu. The Ranger was astounded, not only to see the fable Pokémon that could see the future, but to see a slutty looking anthro Breloom with it’s mouth buried in its crotch. The bird Pokémon squawked something unintelligible to the ferret and the Pokémon who was carrying him, an Arcanine it turns out, set him down in front of it. Charles barely had time to respond as the Psychic type turned its gaze towards him and used Confuse Ray.

Charles droopily awoke in some strange bedroom. First thing to mention, it looked like it wasn’t originally a bedroom, resembling that final room you find Gym Leaders in. But as the captured Ranger’ mind caught up with him, he began to feel worried. If this was the Gym Leader’s room, then whoever was in charge lived here. But the idea of meeting whoever was in charge took second place as he saw the clothes he was wearing. He was not in his Ranger uniform he wore earlier and thankfully not in his underwear, instead being stripped and placed in women's clothing. He was wearing a blue top, a dress the same color that touched his ankles, and eastern-style, women’s flat heels. He felt many things. Violated at the fact that he was stripped and placed in clothes that fit him too perfectly to have had his measurements in mind. Concerned about whoever had him captured was planning to do with him. And feeling oddly comfortable in these soft clothes, it even had room for his tail. But he soon got over his conflicting emotions and decided to explore in hopes of finding a means of escape. He turned to the door of the bedroom and opened it to step into a beautiful garden. It was breathtaking to say the least, filled with plants would neither be able to find or care for in this region. But the beautiful sights didn’t cover the fact that this room was full of half transformed anthros. They were at least ten anthros on their way to becoming Pokémon, one Tyranitor showed barely any trace of the croc he once was. The effeminate looking ferret could feel his chest beating immensely and turned to run. He bumped into someone and fell, staring up at the most intimidating Lucario he’d ever seen.

“Aww, my bride awakens.” Charles had felt some many things, thought a great many thoughts, so he found it rather hard to form words. The Aura Pokémon approached slowly, not rushing but still carrying that intense atmosphere. “I was skeptical that Xatu had found the one I was fated to be with so soon. But I have to say, you exceed expectations.” He had a deep voice, gentle yet carrying power. Charles slowly got up and backed away from Lucario, not knowing why he was freaked out. “I do say, my servants pulled no expense with your look. I find myself torn with removing them for what comes next or keeping them to complement your beautiful, crimson fur. Okay, he was definitely being flirted with. “Wh-who are y-ou? How are you…doing…with the anthros…HOW?” He didn’t mean to scream that last part, but he couldn’t stop his nerves. It was like fear, but mixed with excitement and something else. “Ahh, yes. You would definitely have questions. I will happily answer them if it puts your worries to rest.” The red anthro should have probably run, but he couldn’t help but feel captivated by the jackal’s words. “I am not like other Pokémon. I possess a rather mixed heritage. You can trace my bloodline back all the way to Kalos, as a descendant of the first Lucario to perform Mega Evolution. But what could be considered more impressive would be that fact that I am the offspring of a Lucario and an anthro. A rare, unlikely coupling that resulted in giving me a greater intelligence and power than others of my species. I could speak the language of trainers and perform Mega Evolution on my own, free of trainers or Mega Stones. I was captured at a young age and experimented on when I was a Riolu. One of their experiments involved fusing Pokémon cells with anthro cells, a feat I had already achieved. But their downfall came when they infused the cells of the great Mewtwo into my body, giving me the spiritual power to overpower their restraints and defeat my captors. I gained the ability to combine to combine Pokémon cells with people, turning them into anthro Pokémon at the cost of it being slow. The process begins with the cells of the first Pokémon I they bond to, but any form of DNA from another Pokémon helps to speed the process. I transformed those who tortured me, the once owners of this abandoned city. I’ve been gathering more and more trainers to transform, growing my following and building the start of my new world.” “N-new world?” “Yes. I intend to spread this to further, taking over this very region before moving on to filling the world with my newly transformed Pokémon.” Charles began to feel that sense of terror once again, but he found himself unable to run. “I can sense your worries. But don’t fear, I don’t intend to become a tyrant. I took my torture as a lesson, that we will forever be separated if we continue to view this world as simply people and Pokémon. I will share my gift with all, and thus help life evolve. Sure, trainers will be below Pokémon for at least a couple decades, to make up for what they put us through. But I believe there will be a time where this world is inhabited with Pokémon with the intelligence of anthros. But that doesn’t matter now. What matters is that you are here with me, as my new mate.”

“Huh” was the only word Charles could get in before Lucario dove in to kiss him. The Ranger wanted to scream, but the Pokémon’s tongue reached his mouth’s every nook and cranny. The ferret felt incredibly conflicted. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the fact that he was making out with a male, him being bi. But doing it with a Pokémon felt like it was crossing some taboo line, something that no one should do. But damn it if he wasn’t a good kisser. Lucario broke free for a second before claiming the anthro’s hand and pulling him along back to a mat in the center of the garden. Transformed Pokémon gathered around them, holding fans and bowels of berries. Charles felt himself pushed down onto one of the cushions and could feel the Lucario remove his footwear. He felt his tongue touch his sole, barely holding back a moan. The dominating jackal above him was sucking and tickling his toes with his mouth, touching every space between his fur. He soon found the Pokémon’s foot on his own face and felt compelled to return the favor. The scent hit him like a wave, the musk of the Pokémon who dominated him. But what really turned him on was the taste. Lucario's sweat was like sweet nectar, or cool water on a hot day. He lost himself in the feeling of being stepped on combined with the olfactory and tasting sensations of his mas-captor’s feet. For a second, Charles remembered his situation and hated himself for giving in so easily. But as soon as he felt that, the Pokémon above him changed positions, kneeling down next to the red furred anthro. “I can feel your hesitation. As I said, I never expected the Pokémon I was destined to be with would in fact not be a Pokémon. But now that I can hold you in my arms, I don’t know if I could ever let you go.”

Lucario gave a brief kiss before removing Charles’ shirt. The canine muzzle of the jackal Pokémon nuzzled into his armpits and chest before licking them intimately. He gave extra attention to his nipples, making gasps and moans rise from the ferret’s throat. “I get why the Swinub we hired likes to keep anthro clothes so much, your kind is far too delicious to keep to yourselves.” Lucario trailed down under the Ranger’s dress, before4 finding his next treat. The Aura Pokémon gave his new mate’s crotch a gentle nip, nothing too painful, but enough to get a small yip out of Charles. And then he continued, giving his balls the same attention he gave his feet and torso. His skilled tongue cleaned every fold of skin on the mammal’s balls. Charles couldn’t move, only able to be overwhelmed by the pleasure of his mat-captor-why was he…what was he trying to fight? “I can feel those last bits of resistance fading. You’ll be my beautiful Lucario bride before long. But I would like to first sample what remains of your personhood before it's gone.” Charles didn’t realize he was erect until he felt Lucario’s mouth around his dick. Any words the once-Ranger tried to pronounce came out as a babble of pleasure as he felt his mate’s head bobbing up and down his member. Lucario was able to take up his entire dick down his throat without choking in a matter of seconds, a skill most prostitutes wish they could have. But the ferret could feel his climax building only minutes after he began. And even though he wished he could, he was unable to hold his cum and sprayed down into the guts of his master.

“Mmm, like I said, delicious. But now is the final piece, I have taken your essence and now I will flood you with my aura and seed, completing your transformation as my mate.” Charles could feel his last article of clothing removed as the dress had grown to love had been gentling separated from his waist. He raised his head to see his master, his mate Lucario, and his pulsing canine cock. He watched as his everything took a single finger and covered it with his sprayed seed and saliva. He relaxed himself as he felt that finger pierce his asshole. “Hmm, so tight. I’ll have to fix that if you are to be in my bed every night.” His mate began to stretch his hole with his finger, before adding two more over the course of a few minutes. But he removed them as soon as he began to feel a second load churn in his genitals. He looked up into the eyes of the one who corrupted him, the Pokémon he loved more than anything in the world. He watched him position his pulsing canine dick into his anus and the loving gaze he gave as he thrusted into him without any warning. That moment was everything for Charles, all the pain and the pleasure sealing his bond with the Pokémon who would change the world. He was torn away from his daydream as the Lucario above him pulled out before ramming his insides. The process repeated again and again, each moment holding the pleasure of all the ones before. He felt his mate’s motion become faster and more forceful, but he also felt something else. He first thought it was the climax, but it was off the soul, not the body. He watched in awe as the Pokémon breeding him transformed, his appearance becoming wild and traces of red adorning his body. The newly changed Mega Lucario’s eyes became filled with a red emotion he could only understand as passion. And with the final pieces of his transformation he could now feel his mate’s climax alongside his own. And in that final moment, Charles didn’t know who came first. He could only feel as if he and Lucario were a whirlpool of their combined lifeforce. And he could feel it flooding his entire being. He could feel the seed that tainted his insides shift and twisting a part of himself and felt his stomach expand slightly. He saw as his reverted mate stared at him, awe at the process his mate was undergoing. “I’ll be damned, he meant the mate as in the one who I would breed.” He left out a slight chuckle and began to nuzzle his knotted ferret and his growing stomach. “It would appear that you are not to be my Lucario. I’m not too disappointed, I do rather enjoy your appearance. Your red fur and slender tail, and of course your belly full of my pups.” Charles didn’t fully register his master’s words, but still understood his meaning. He would be the one to bear his lord’s children. He would be his master’s breeding bitch as well as loving and eternally devoted mate. But all the adrenaline of the moment began to fade and the changed ferret felt himself collapse from exhaustion. “There, rest my love. There will be time for more later, but rest now. For you and our unborn children.” He felt one final peck on his cheek and stomach before his mate embraced him and they fell asleep.
