Taking on Nature
By: Malic

An aspiring entrepreneur made his way steadily through the forest. A miscalculation or two had been made, it was far later in the day than the pokemonless teen had expected. All was not lost thankfully, and as he slipped those yellow-tinted glasses atop his head the young man eagerly eyed the Moss Rock before him.

	Many a story had fallen onto those light pink ears on the topic of the fabled Moss Rock. Most spoke fearfully of such an out of place and oddly commanding boulder. Through the rumors of disappearing trainers the greedy youth could detect a lucrative opportunity. After all, if the transformative properties of the Moss Rock were legitimate then any one piece should hold the same power. With little more than a pickaxe he could, no, would be the one provider of such a fabled material.

	Eevee was a popular pokemon after all, and with the newest piece of mawkish media focusing exclusively on a trainer and his Leafeon questing to save the family farm it stood to reason that a lot of those viewing families would start to desire the services he could provide. Digging through his backpack after plopping it on the ground he jokingly decided that he would be a pokemon master of another kind, no training required, yet making an impact on as many Eevee's as there were stones he could take with him. The only thing that could pose a challenge would be trying to test just how small the rock could get while still maintaining its properties, if he could work it down to the size of gravel then the potential for international trade with the regions without a Moss Rock at all were a given bonus to this already lucrative deal.

	Slipping his backpack down to the ground with a thud he let out a sigh. It was already growing a bit dark, he would have to act fast if he wanted to make it home before midnight at the earliest. Pulling his pickaxe out from the sack it was impossible for him not to miss the mischievous pair of eyes watching him from deeper inside the woods. The trees cast a long and powerful shadow that the sun could not help but surrender to so close to night, even still the forest seemed to grow darker than it should have been this time of day. Finding it a little odd, but nothing worth worrying about, he marched up to the rock and took aim. Eying a particularly removable looking chunk that jutted a bit out to the side from its ancient uniformity he went to swing. And missed. 

There was a weird tingling feeling in his hands. Gripping his instrument firmly he took a second swing. Another miss. This is getting embarrassing, he thought to himself while grumbling. Repositioning himself a bit he decided to pick at the rock head on instead of at an angle. It would be impossible to miss at such an angle. Swinging back there was a bit of a rustle in the woods and as he swung down hard against the Moss Rock he found himself missing once again. This time it was different however. The Rock was further away. He could tell that now. Reaching out to poke it with the pickaxe he found the image that shifted so suddenly before now managed to move entirely away from the steel tipped tool. What is happening, he began to worry as the thought of not at least bringing a trainer friend out with him for protection grew more and more foolish by the second.
	“What is happening?” a voice scoffed from all around him,” The answer to your question is simple human, you are encroaching on a place where you do not belong trying to take something that is not yours to use it for nothing but paper.”
	
“Who's...who's out there? Show yourself!” he put on a much braver face in response to the amount of fear he felt. There was a wrongness to his actions he had not quite realized. Looking into the forest he felt himself step against the real Moss Rock. Turning around to see that the illusionary image had fooled him by a good few feet he also could not help but notice the Zoroark sitting down upon its top. Jumping back in surprise the soon to be former human was growing more confused than fearful. What was once an unknown factor had revealed itself to be a pokemon by the rather intimidating smile plastered on the Zoroark's face. He could handle a pokemon.
	
“Very well, I've answered your question and complied with your demands. I need no knowledge you might provide and am certainly not the sort to make demands, so I'll give you two easy to understand suggestions. Leave this place human, and never return.”
	
Stepping toward the strange dark type he attempted to put on a brave face,” All I'm here to do is take a few chunks of that rock and leave,” he said gesturing at the Moss Rock with his pickaxe, much the chagrin of his new furry friend,” I'm not taking orders from a pokemon, whether it knows how to speak or not.”

“Now you're just being rude, but I suppose you've made your decision then.”

“Yes, I have.”

“Very well then, mine away.”
	
Feeling more confident than he should have at the time the pokemonless youth went at the rock with reckless abandon. Slamming the pick down hard the only thing that seemed to come from the attempt was a pain in his left hand. He blinked and the pickaxe was gone. The axe was gone, and his hand ached as the reality soon sunk in. A vision had tricked him into deliberately slapping at the rock bare handed. It hurt, but there was an odd numbness beneath the pain. He knew something was very wrong when he had trouble pulling his arm off of the lumpy boulder before him.

Numbness persisted even as his hand was removed from the moss covered stone. A green tint was manifest and spread seemingly from the contact. That's not just coloring, he though, that's...fur?

The green hairs had been busy covering his entire hand as the realization finally struck him. The shifting followed. It came on slower than the fur, which was busying itself spreading to his shoulder then. Through the suggestion he jumped backwards in fear to distance himself from the stone, but neither that nor grabbing at his hand could do anything to prevent the rapid dwindling of his humanity. Glancing to Zoroark he could not help but notice the sinister nature of that smile.

“See, you're already looking more at home in the forest. A marked improvement all around I'd say, you should be thanking me and the forest you've wandered into. Your wealth hungry ways will give way to much more satisfiable lusts,” he said as his claws ruffled the changing human's hair. It was humiliating, but the contact renewed the control he seemed to possess over the human. It was a submission natural to forest creatures in audience with a guardian. A submission elevated all the more by his natural powers. It was no wonder now as to why he was chosen by the stone. Introducing new pokemon to their way of life was quite simple when the one doing it could make anyone march willingly into their new life.

“You can either strip now, or crawl rather cutely out from those clothes if you'd like. I'm happy to give you the option dear,” he said.

“I would...prefer to crawl out of them. It will serve as a wonderful reminder as to just what I'm leaving behind at the last minute. Anything to prologue this feeling,” the human said against his will. The way he could feel his changing face look toward Zoroark for approval disturbed him most of all.

You're doing this to me, he wanted to say, this isn't right and I know you can stop this just...please. By now the change in height was noticeable. The Zoroark, once below eye level, now seemed to loom over him.

Blinking slightly his eyes now changed, and what he saw shifted almost as much as he was. The Moss Rock attuned all being with nature, and for the changing human this became quite obvious with a look around the forest. The word green failed to describe it anymore, it was if a thousand new shades had sprouted up. Every branch became a bouquet of flowers unlike anything he had ever witnessed in his life. What was before simply pretty now became wondrous. Awe inspiring even. For the first time his thoughts reflected his body's reaction and he gasped, but he quickly course corrected and tried desperately to close his eyes. Any distraction now would allow the changes to keep going unabated.

I'm human, I'm human, I'm human, he said internally. Reminders of that should not have been required, but even now as his hands became paws to match his changing feet he found it necessary. Already this changing body felt natural to him. At some point he had fallen to the ground, or maybe he was just that small now. Either way he leaned himself against the rock that had done this and took another long look at the breathtaking view.

Contact with Moss Rock had started it, and more the same seemed to accelerate things. Feeling himself leaning against it steadily the sensation of sliding down it indicated further shrinking as his former hands hung uselessly in front of him. Pleasure rushed through his form and seemed to spread from his shrinking belly and chest. The human did not want to look, already perplexed enough by the snout which had slipped forward. As expected his body relished in the opportunity to torment him with investigations of such sensations. Feeling a grin slip across his face he looked to see his...paws rubbing along his shirt.

The amount he had shrunk dawned on him while another moan slipped past his lips. He must have only been a few feet tall now. He wanted to cry and yell, everything seemed hopeless. Even if I can escape how could I possible fix this? he thought as an even more powerful surge of pleasure hit him. Legs kicking out amongst goofily oversized pants he finally got a look at his pretty leaf like tail. For a second the sight of that long leafy tail had been the source, but it dawned on her quite suddenly that it was a loss, not an addition, that had brought about such lien pleasures.

“Even if this hadn't happened I would have requested it Zoroark. You're such wonderful guardian, and I figured you might help introduce me to this new way of life and well...” Now is not the time to be flirting! “Now I can actually repay you for such a gracious gift.” The words burned more that the desire that provoked them. That forest guardian had taken everything. Her species, her ability to resist, and finally her gender. All of it, gone. And she was acting thankful for it.

As the last of her changes took hold her forepaws tries to kick off the shirt. All that remained now were her glasses, saved by the brighter green coarse hair that had sprouted atop her head. Those yellow tinted lenses being the only tie now to her former humanity she could feel herself regaining control, even catching them to stop their falling off.
With her face twisting into a frown she could finally say her expression matched her feelings as she looked up towards the Zoroark who's face once more twisted into a toothy grin.

“It's okay, you can keep those to remind you of who you were if you'd like. I can understand the trepidation over such a large change, but I would never force you to do anything you did not enjoy dear,” he said like he believed it.

She looked to him in anger, but her eyes at first drifted over and then transfixed themselves upon his arousal. The dark red shaft tainted the air with a musky head rush. She would not give up her returned self control so easily though. Her paws slipped down over the oh so sensitive slit this Zoroark and forest he claimed to protect had cursed her with. The action served two key purposes; firstly it's nigh unbearable sensitivity allowed her lightest paw stroke to provide a near constant and moan provoking reminder to just what had been taken, and secondly it served as a protective barrier of sorts from him as well as his nose.

	The idea of herself smelling as good to him as he did to her was revolting, but judging by the look on his face (whenever she could pull her view away from his cock to see it) that was most certainly the case. She wanted so badly to run, but her paws were the only defense she could muster even with this newfound control. A double edged sword if ever there was one, she shuddered as her breathing hastened with every accidental pressing from her paw. Her body seemed to yearn for the Zoroark to take back control. It was having such fun when he put it in charge. Biting her lip she managed to once more take the reigns of her new form.

	"You're not going to..." she could scarcely bring herself to say the words, the very concept had her blushing with humiliation,"mate...with me. I won't let that happen." She watched him, but even now her body disobeyed. The rush of endorphins that usually follow fear and anguish were missing. In spite of her loathing there was a profound physical eagerness that still had her seemingly entirely at ease. Aroused even, if the wetness on her prodding paw was any indication of arousal for a female Pokemon. Thankfully he was there to inform her.

	"Your delightful scent tells me otherwise dear. You're entirely at odds with the form the forest and I have gifted you. But fret not, as a guardian I must protect you. Unchecked arousal is certainly something worth stiffing wouldn't you agree? It must be burning up in that cute little body of yours. Such need, such passion. Allow me to assist you."

	She wanted desperately to bite him, but all she could do was awkwardly kick herself back against the rock that had caused all of this trouble. As she leaned against the stone another rush of energy seemed to fly forth throughout her body. If the paw touching her new opening could be likened to a bonfire, a more appropriate description now would be a forest fire. The sudden pleasure and abject need put her off guard just in time for the Zoroark's tongue to muffle the moans that followed. She was so utterly helpless to his advances. The lustful rush from Moss Rock's touch had thoroughly complimented his dark controlling force.

	"You devious little Pokemon," he teased between that mischievous grin of his," wanting to have Moss Rock put you into heat to help you work up the nerve to present yourself like a good little female should. You won't hear me complaining, but just be warned that I'm not going 
to speed things up just because you've let your lusty needs get too fierce for you to handle."

	She was beyond his to command now, a point her body seemed happy to accept and remind her off. As the maw of the monster who had done this to her leaned in for the kiss, she pushed forward and returned the favor with a surprising degree of skill. The newly transformed Pokemon seemed much more receptive to the dark type's advances, almost as though she wished to thank him immediately for the kiss one of her own! Now she really wanted to bite him, but her small glimpse of control vanished as her body seemed to want to stretch the kiss out for longer than even the initiating party wished to. At first anyway.

	Drawing back from her she felt her paws tugging coyly upon his neck and shoulders to bring him in for an encore. She felt his tongue tread that now familiar territory, overlaid with a muffled growl of approval that her body thought mixed wonderfully with her moans. The low base of his dominant rumble got her heart really beating, as both mind and body could now tell together that they had most certainly impressed the male. Naturally they were in disagreement as to whether or not that was the best thing in the world or the absolute worst possible thing to have happen now.

	Her body got what it so desperately wanted, an encore to easily rival the original kiss. The first had served the simple purpose of resealing his control over her, but the second one was for pleasure. They both took pride in the skills currently on display, the first word that would come to the mind of any passing traveler be they Pokemon or human would have been cute. The way the smaller female leaned in and practically rested upon the amorous male above her, hanging on as she let her passion be shown to the world, and most importantly her internal self, in the most acceptable way possible. At last however he pulled back. Her encore had aroused him far more than he had anticipated, and any kind of control displayed by her body over him would weaken his power over her. Luckily he still had more than enough time left to enjoy a proper show before the main event. All while keeping her very much in line.

	“Now now, you've shown yourself to be a good kisser I'll grant you that, but I want to know how eager you really are...” he trailed off as she watched him get lower to the ground. Her legs parted and she revealed himself to him with a whimper. Again his toothy grin weighed heavy on the human inside, who could never prepare himself for what was about to happen.

A light touch from her paws had already taken her body to such pleasurable heights. Zoroark's tongue was now taking her farther still. He tasted her briefly, running his tongue softly along her outer lips before plunging deep and fast inside. She had to lean back against the Moss Rock to catch her breath, but her contact with it coupled with his actions left her crying out. She had begun to slip deeper into heat. Entirely against her wishes she felt herself clenching against his tongue. Her body seemed to beg for more of him.

	Her moans echoed far through the forest. It seemed her body had come to enjoy tormenting her mind more than the forest guardian did. The pleasure from the deep and lengthy probes from his tongue left the former male unaware of the eight sensitive mounds lining her chest and belly. Her body took note of this ignorance and looked down briefly to the Zoroark for approval. Her paws hovered centimeters above her teats.

	Looking up as he drank the juices his tongue had so easily summoned the forest guardian simply smiled and nodded before driving his tongue even deeper than before. The Leafeon shouted her delight for all to hear as her paws began to caress at her many breasts. It took a little practice to properly slip her paws against those many sensitive nipples, but the way Zoroark was enjoying her taste she was given more than enough time to practice with each and every one along her feminine form.

	Paws rolled over sensitive mounds as her dark master's tongue continued to send untold waves of pleasure through her willing frame. The human inside was even more powerless than usual in the face of such arousal. So distracted was her mind that she still could not fathom how much farther things would go. How deeply this powerful creature would take her. How much of her would belong to him. She of course had no doubt that her body would go to the ends of the earth now for a mere moment with his tongue, regardless of her own feelings on the matter. An easy bit of knowledge to glean from the way she felt herself moan and shudder so provocatively to his every touch.

	By Arceus his tongue! It seemed to dance within her, and make her pleasure a plaything which belonged to him and him alone. The pleasure he was familiar with, the pitiful climax he could now just barely recall as a male, was maybe as delightful as his paws now felt rubbing along his teat. She had yet to climax as a female, but if what this Zoroark was doing to her wasn't it she began to deeply fear for her prospects of a return to normal. What would normal even be like if she did return? How could she not now think of his tongue and not pleasure herself. How could she make sure she could stop herself from returning and sealing more of the pleasure he was capable of doling out.

	She felt his red claws reach for her hips, tugging her back to finally reach as far inside her as he could go. The pleasure was still indescribable, but the acceleration of heat had slowed at last. In a way he had saved her mind from going too far, as only her tail now leaned against the Moss Rock. Now at best her human mind had a choice of letting the male's long tongue probe with ease, or to pull back and face the wrath of a still stronger wave of feminine desire. So she was forced to settle on the less terrifying yet ever terrible tongue situated deep within. She had little doubt that any additional contact would have her body demanding an hour of such treatment, and what little resistance she had managed to show so far was already straining her male mind.

	Justifying her decision as strategic she gave up fighting her own body for a moment, and as a result the pleasure became all the more enticing. She leaned forward slightly, up against that lapping muzzle. The Zoroark sensed this temporary surrender and pounced. With one last withdrawing lick along the sweetly scented edges of her sex he pulled himself away from the female. Leafeon was left panting in response to such treatment, and utterly exposed to the male’s wandering eyes. Her paws still danced along each of her teats in turn as she laid to her side for a moment. Her body reveled in the afterglow of such treatment, and to think she had only gotten close to her first orgasm.

	Shuddering at what it might feel like to climax in this form she picked herself up onto all fours. It was her first time standing up properly. Everything around her looked and smelled amazing, far more comforting now than her dusty computer room where this ridiculous plot to steal the forest’s magic was hatched. Her body cared little for the natural beauty of the forest though. A more commanding smell was drawing her view back to the Zoroark. Then down to his legs. Then what stood erect between them.

	“Think it’s time to repay that favor of mine dear. Don’t you? Oh who am I kidding, you’re eager too aren’t you?” the Zoroark said while flashing a playful smile.

	“I’m being given an important task by such an attractive forest guardian, how can I not be eager? You can save that favor repayment for later, it would be my pleasure to help you enjoy the body you’ve helped give me,” she said with a grin of her own. Her mind wanted to wretch.

	“Good girl, get to it then.”

	She complied with even less resistance now. As dreadful as she thought burrowing her muzzle into his crotch was she definitely didn’t want him using that where his tongue just was. The size alone was enough to make her want to avoid any of that, but the idea of him giving her eggs? She didn’t even want to entertain the thought. So she let her body do what it did best, and even started to help it appear all the more sensual in its approach towards his waiting rod.

Her view centered in on every delectable inch of his shaft. Her snout drifted closer and closer to his balls, the source of most of the former human’s anxiety. She didn’t know enough about pokemon biology to get a job at the Pokemon Center, but she definitely knew that fun time between males and females lead to eggs. If she could empty those heft balls though she might manage to avoid an even worse fate than simply transforming and changing genders.

It was simple enough, her body’s skills at kissing were put to work with tacit, if revolting, approval from the human trapped within. At the least it served as ample justification for every bit of enjoyment she was forced to endure. The way she felt herself moaning around his manhood drove her crazy, but the thought of having this length slipped up inside her other end was more than enough motivation to keep her head down.

With mouth agape and tongue lulled off to one side she pulled away from his musky orbs to once again come face to face with the tip of his maleness. The Zoroark was well equipped, far larger than she had been as a human male, and this added an extra level of humiliation the likes of which she had yet to consider. His scent was as strong as ever now that the tip had been coated with a throat-spread layer of precum. The aftertaste of such a mild spurt was strong, and her body clearly desired more.

She began to doubt the authenticity of her plan. The delicious and ever too small splattering of seed on her tongue and his cockhead combined with the gentle press of his claws upon the back of her head seemed to banish such fears. She would never have his eggs, and this was certainly the only way to ensure that.

He crooned lewdly as she stepped forward to take in a full quarter of his shaft. Cheeks aflame with an almost virginal bashfulness she took every moan from the male above as a compliment to her body’s own capabilities.

“Arceus you’re good, and cuter than all the other forest dwellers with the way you blush like that,” he said between excited breaths,” If I didn’t know any better I’d insist you’ve had practice.” He stopped with that, and clearly began to enjoy her muzzle as much as she seemingly enjoyed his shaft. It was a welcome silence, and for a while all that hung upon the air of the forest was the dull hum of energy from Moss Rock, the occasional sigh from an all too pent up Zoroark, and the expertly managed slurps of a very needy girl.

His voice returned, a penetrating tone that seemed to take her as utterly as his rod. Nothing but an offhand comment about her muzzle being irresistible. The former human would have rolled her eyes if she could have without getting caught. No no, focus on the task at hand...er...paw? She did not have time to consider how strange the changes were, to question just what she had become and how she had ended up here below one strong thigh and above the other. Leaned sideways the Zoroark had at last decided his obedient female could handle a few stern thrusts. He took her open maw to the hilt. His hefty orbs leaning to the side were now pressed against her lips as his sheath took its rightful place between her lips.

This nearness was new. All the smells of the forest combined could not overpower such raw maleness. It was as through her nose had been deafened much the way ones ears would be from trying to sleep on a turned up speaker the length of a bed. She could no longer breath through her mouth to try and reduce the effect. Every gasped breath brought with It a head rushing reminder of what she had surrendered herself to. And what did her body do? She tilted her head to the side and started to lick gently at those odorous balls.

They still tasted great. It was growing difficult for the human to mind that. Both orbs were heavy on her tongue, and she was reminded by the weight of just what could happen if she wasn’t careful. Her eyes closed. The Zoroark paid his body another compliment she seemed to enjoy that he did not quite hear. Something about how cute her paws looked whenever she tried to make more room? It weirded her out like most of the comments Zoroark had made during all this, but as usual her body seemed to enjoy his every word as much as it enjoyed every inch.

Zoroark had begun to really enjoy the grass type wedged between his legs. Thrusts that had once been slow and methodical to go along with his commentary had gained speed and power in equal and reckless measures. It was all she could do to keep up, but she managed to swallow it all anyway. He grinned as her blush finally reached its deepest red yet. She could feel his climax approaching by the way his rod began to twitch and leak preseed in smaller spans of time. The human inside was struggling now, trying to keep herself from enjoying the plan more than she had any right to.

The taste of his length had been wonderful, but now it was explosively so. A long string of cum shot deep into her throat. There was hardly any taste given how far back his tip was, but what little she did manage to catch rolling out to the back of her tongue left her swimming in pleasure filled waves. It was far from the end of such an experience, and as he grabbed onto her neck and forced her snout right against his crotch he told her as such.

“You looked so cute sucking me off, but I think you’re even more adorable when you hungrily swallow every drop. I’m sure you would agree if you could see yourself now,” he said.

“Oh I hope you aren’t done yet! This is just too enjoyable Zoroark. I’d hate for you to just give me a taste like this and run,” she said in spite of internal fear.

Zoroark let out an obnoxiously pleased laugh over her eagerness. Laughing still he parted that muzzle of hers so that she would have to swallow the rest of his climactic finish. For the human inside every drop was another kept away from that needy slit between her legs. She tried to ignore the fact that her very own cock stuffed maw had all but begged for her plan to come apart. It did not work.

“No male in the forest with an appreciation for females would waste their only orgasm inside that pretty mouth of yours, but since you’re so concerned about me stuffing your other end as thoroughly perhaps I’ll just lean up against Moss Rock. Could even have you put on a show for me. Anything to get me stuffing that new opening of yours huh?” he said with a sigh as the last of his release dribbled down her coated gullet,” Moss Rock it is. You already know how horny it makes girls, but for males it causes something similar. Every few seconds against the rock increases our fertility quite a bit, making an egg not just guaranteed, but an even quicker outcome. You’ll be laying this afternoon no doubt.”

He tugged himself free of her maw. His sharp looking member was dripping with his juices. The smell from here was still mind numbing, but she started to feel a fear enhanced level of self control return to her body. The human managed to accomplish nothing more than staring, wide eyed, at the forest guardian looming over her. His menacing grin let her know he knew. The creature that had taken her humanity away knew her plan and waited until she willingly sucked him off to the hilt and more before explaining in plain detail that it was all for not. That sinister smile of his grew larger as he leaned down to her.

She swallowed the last of his cum with a fearful gulp. Even without his control these newly acclimated taste buds made it impossible not to savor such a pleasant musky spread sliding so comfortably into her belly. What was she doing? She had control right? She could run if she wanted- Zoroark dispelled such thoughts with another kiss. The leafeon’s body took the return to power well, and promptly kissed the Forest Guardian back.

Pulling away the dark type towered above her once more. It felt weird to think she was once taller than him. Even as he sat down against the rock that brought her all this trouble he still had a good number of inches on her new natural standing height. Why though? An hour had yet to pass and it already started to feel strange to think of herself as human once. This must have been another of his tricks with the kiss. It had to be. She wanted to shake her head and banish the thought, but her body just sat there and blushed as her eyes centered on the larger pokemon’s rehardening cock. He was bigger down there than she was as a male. Even more so now that the Moss Rock had seemed to bless him with a thoroughly impressive erection.

Of course there was nothing to compare it to now. No masculinity left beyond what her mind could cling to. Even those things seemed to be in jeopardy the more he tormented her. Looking away helped. The forest occupied her view now. As her grassy tail fanned back and forth she felt strangely free despite the control. It was then that her body, always craving attention, figured out just what she would do for the forest guardian. Her ears perked up. The human was confused. The body focused. The earth below began to shift. A confidence manifested inside her that even made the human feel secure for once. Vines grabbed onto her hindpaws. She was in control.

“I was expecting a little attention from your tongue and maybe some posing,” Zoroark said as her legs and rear end were raised via the rapidly growing plants down below,” but you really are full of surprises dear.”

Standing almost vertically on her forepaws she looked up to see her legs lewdly spread for the Zoroark’s viewing pleasure. Most of her weight was being pulled up by the vines now. The control took enough of her bodies focus that she could just break through enough to try and step forward. Her forepaw slipped right into another vine though as she tried. Playfully her body pulled her up into a one paw handstand as the outstretched forepaw was held off to the side for balance.

She caught herself agreeing with the smile her body made as her last contact with the earth soon gave way to another vine’s support. It felt nice, the way her paw slipped so comfortably around the vine’s girth. Pressing forward slightly she kicked off and committed to a twirl and a flip. She landed a foot higher than she had pushed off from. Upright. Forearms spread. She felt strong. It had only just occurred to her the power that comes with being a pokemon. She looked down at the Zoroark and smiled warmly. The human didn’t agree with that expression. “Tada~” she teased.

She felt confident, fabulous, and strangely; human. The upright posture reminded her of the stance she was once capable of as a human. Walking upright. Why did it seem so long ago. No matter, she felt herself enjoying the moment. She could even imagine herself as male once again. It lasted only a few seconds. Her body saw to that.

A vine had been placed right between her legs. She noticed just in time for her body to slip down. She whined as it parted her lips with ease.

The first vine took such little time to part her sensitive lips. The second vine was not there for pleasure. It was there for display. It slipped up and tugged her sex to one side. An intimate penetration revealed itself to the soul onlooker. The dark type grinned with approval as his claws slipped down his obscene length. Gasps escaped her muzzle as the plants probed ever deeper. It was somehow more invasive than his tongue from before. There was a certain peculiar embarrassment given rise by the way she could control the vines. Even more internally embarrassing were the slight adjustments it made whenever the former human caught herself thinking of how it could be more pleasurable.

Her groans evolves into moans as the second vine began to tease at the idea of joining the other plant length inside her. Even thinking about the way it too might enjoy exploring her sex had her shuddering in the leafy grip of nature. She resisted. Just barely. At least it seemed that way for a moment before it slid up to stuff that cute muzzle.

The ones holding onto her hind legs pulled to the side as the ones supporting her forelegs dropped her down low. That oh so intrusive vine intruded all the more as it seemed to almost reach the length of the dark type gawking at her. Her cries of pleasure were muffled now as she sucked fruitlessly on the leafy shaft sliding around the back of her muzzle. It was all great practice for the new female. Extremely titillating for the lone watcher as well. She caught the smell of his precum, and watched as it rolled down his shaft over those powerful claws. What could she possibly do to prevent this now?
	
	Any sense of power the human felt as though she had was stripped away by the lewd display. Somehow this felt worse than swallowing his seed from before. It had finally dawned on her just how attractive she must be for him to get this aroused without any contact. The humiliation compounded onto itself. She was feeling everything he had made her feel before, but with him acting as little more than a viewer to her own body’s erotic dance. The vines slipped in and out of both her ends. The one slipping deep inside of her new sex had her yearning for his tongue. The one in her mouth? It reawakened a subconscious lust for the taste of his cock once more.

	Zoroark’s maleness certainly tasted better than this grass. That she could even make such a comparison to begin with was gross, but to find herself favoring his cock on any metric was quite a shock. How could it have tasted so great? She wondered fearfully. Shuddering at both the thought and the nature power pleasures going on she watched as another vine started its approach.

	She knew where it was headed, but still turned her head as best she could to try not to watch. Zoroark's maleness perked up even more as he stroked. The final vine had begun to tease each and every one of her teats like her paws had before. The foreign feel of such an intimate invasion became more than the sum of its parts. She was being taken utterly by her own powers. Powers Moss Rock had given her. It was such a lustful display of submission. Her body seemed thrilled. Her mind reeled in despair. This could not be what she wanted.

	She looked to the only other being that could understand what she was going through. The only one present. Zoroark’s cock seemed to grow larger still. She blinked, pulling at the vines holding her forearms at bay to rub her beautiful brown eyes and look again. How was he getting larger?

	“Looking forward to it huh?” came his sinister tone,” Good girl, that makes you laying eggs all the more likely tonight.”

	She wished she could run, but her paws could do little more than kick at the air as the vines continued to violate. At this point she would gladly live out the rest of her days as a female Pokemon, but eggs?! No. Never. She would never. She couldn’t...she couldn’t do anything about it. The vines she absentmindedly sucked on, the one teasing her both her new breasts as well as her changed sex? They did more than humiliate her. They kept her close to him. He could be on her, in her even, in seconds. How could she let herself receive a belly full of eggs from the one who trapped her here. It would be too much.

	She fought back with every bit of willpower her human side retained. At first it was enough to close her eyes and keep them closed. The unending throb of pleasure still remained. The beauty of the forest along with the frightening length of the dark type’s cock was banished to the back of her mind. She could think. She could focus. This was enough to work with. For too long her control had been little more than meek viewership. A less cooperative but likewise willing participant in a dance that would end in two perhaps even three eggs if she were unlucky. No. She would not go down without some form of true rebellion. Her tail would not raise so easily. It mustn’t.

	She stifled another muffled moan. Moving her hind paw to the side she attempted to kick off of it, if she could do that perhaps she could touch the ground, pull away, and start to run. She did as planned, kicking at it. The vine offered no resistance. It was after all under her control to an extent. All she managed to do was put herself off balance and plunge another three inches of the insufferable length into her body. Her focus all but vanished as she felt the pleasure overwhelm her. How was it that through all this humiliation she still felt so satisfied?

Opening her eyes she caught a glimpse of Zoroark’s shaft as the vines turned her around. Control of her body had returned, but his powerful suggestion seemed to manifest over her newfound abilities. The vine that had penetrated her was gone, and the emptiness that followed was ever so welcome, but the strengthening scent of the male behind her soon had her wishing the vines would have just kept doing what they were doing. Instead they brought her close to the clearly aroused male.

“Aren’t you precious? You must be desperate for eggs. I’d never even thought to ask a girl to give herself over to me while I lean against the rock. That human ingenuity is starting to show through dear…” Zoroark said as she felt herself lowered right into his expecting claws.

“I’m not your dear...just let me go from whatever illusion this is and I promise…” facing the direction she was the only option was pleading,” I’ll never return to the forest. I’ll never return! Anything you want!”

“Oh but you would be missed greatly darling, a cute little grass type like you is as welcome to the forest as fresh spring rain,” he whispered into her ear.

“I’m not a grass type! I’m a-aah~” she moaned as her slickened sex was effortlessly parted by his powerful shaft. She could feel the knot brushing between her thighs as it approached. It was huge! How could he expect her to possibly take that? Why was she even considering taking it as an option? No. No that wouldn’t happen. Her voice wavered slightly, the pleasure too great for her to focus properly as he spread her legs so wide,” Didn’t you hear me? I’ll do anything you want Forest Guardian!”

“Oh my sweet little Leafeon, this is all I want. Your body certainly seems to have a similar if mirrored desire too. I’ve never experienced a girl this receptive to advances, terribly sorry if I’m taking things a little fast for you. You seem to be getting the hang of things quite nicely though, do yourself a favor and relax a little for me,” he leaned in to nibble at her ear as he spoke.

Zoroark slide back down the rock as he slipped into a lusty haze of his own. How could he not? If it felt anywhere near as good as it did to be on the receiving end of that cock it was surprising that he even finished a sentence, much less gave such a comprehensive argument as to why he was disobeying her wish. Her legs spread themselves, a supposed attempt to get away that turned into little more than addition access for the powerful male. Physically she was utterly compliant. Her struggles only managed to further his advance. Could he still be in control of her? No. No this was a natural desire for the pleasure of it all. It must have been throwing her off more than she realized.

“You can’t do this...I’m human! I’m male! I sucked you off so this wouldn’t happen!”

“Not anymore, and that’s a funny way of expressing disinterest dear,” he said as he dropped her halfway down his shaft. The tip had been better than the vine and almost as good as his tongue, but now? Nothing could compare. Something this wrong could not possibly feel this great, but every inch was more welcome than the last. She might have regained control, but he might as well have kissed her a thousand times over the moment he dropped her like that. It became stupefyingly clear that he had more power over her now than he did with the influential kisses. She was under a much older spell now. A spell she could not help but submit to in her own way, subconscious or not. It felt too good not to.

“Arceus you’re tight. Were you a virgin before the- Oh bless the forest you were weren’t you! This must feel amazing for you,” said Zoroark bringer her down further and further. She blushed at his probing, stammering out little more than a mewling cry in response. He laughed and set about pumping into her more gently to account for this newly won knowledge. The size of his rod ensure that every single thrust felt as powerfully debilitating as the initial loss for his masculinity. It was too much for the male mind to behold. It felt perfect. It. Felt. Right.

No amount of hatred or humiliation could compare to the actual enjoyment of the act. No dark type influence needed. Her body craved him more than she had ever craved anything in her life. He had her for now. Yet her powerlessness was only fully realized when the round of his knot pressed hard against her aching opening.

“So big…” she managed between shallow breaths. The human side of her pawed at the air as if to walk away. Every bit of her was in awe of his size, and fearful of what such a wideness could do to her. How it could trap her. How it would ensure the forest guardian’s victory. Gravity and a complete lack of friction seemed to conspire against this farcical resistance. It earned her nothing but a chuckle from the male so deep inside already. Much too little. Much too late.

“Thank you dear, I’m no stranger to compliments but something about the way you tugged and pulled at me made it all the more enjoyable coming from such an obviously pleased female,” he huffed. Clutching at her shoulders he started to press down harder. Even her protest of pawing at the air simply ensured he would have more of a grip on her shoulders. Everything she did made the situation more pleasurable for the both of them it seemed. Especially her,” I’ll let you in on a little secret then, and pay you a compliment for a compliment. Never in all my years as guardian has a former male taken to her new life this quickly. Even the ones that did submit to me over other males in the woods took a few days courting, but you? You are the most eager of the bunch, and your body seems to match that attitude in looks as well as capacity.”

She couldn’t begin to respond. All she was capable of was a deeper shade of blush and a whine of blissful need.

“In fact,” he continued as she felt him start to bounce her down onto his obscenely thick cockbase,”I’m willing to bet this cooperative body of yours stems from some deep seated desires. Desires that started brewing far before you’d ever heard of Moss Rock. Greed was just a convenient human motivator to drive you here. To drive you to me. To drive you into this wonderful new body of yours. This forest is ever so kind to the submissive, and you’ve secretly yearned for a belly full of eggs since as long as you could remember? Nothing else could explain this. After all, my kiss only stops the new girls from running away. It certainly doesn’t affect their sex drive as much as it has yours. Not without a little help from your own needs of course.”

“No…” she tried to argue, but even that came out as little more than a whimper as his thrusts gained haste to match his power. She wanted to say he was just making that up to try and make her doubt herself. It wouldn’t work. Nothing he ever said was going to make her retroactively enjoy thi- There was a shift as she dropped down lower. A lewd popping noise rang out. Her eyes widened.The knot had stretched her wider than ever, and her clenching sex and spread legs pulled it the rest of the way inside. She was locked upon him, and and ever heightened sensations were pouring through her body now.

“Ngh! All the way huh? You’re a natural dear. How about I let you in on a little secret as a reward. I usually keep it from the other former humans to keep them in line, but something tells me you might enjoy the idea that climaxing in that precious little body of yours locks you into the form for good,” he laughed as he bit down on her ear. Even his sharp toothed nibbling felt flawless dancing across her new form. How could his biting feel so good even? It was all too much. She clenched down and mewled out against his hold on her smaller frame,” Certainly speaks volumes that the moment I said that you decided to tighten yourself around me. Go ahead, try and pretend you haven’t been dreaming of something like this going down. Perhaps I’ll even play along with those sweet little lies dear.”

It felt like static. Millions of waves of something far too good to fathom. She could never deny his cock had been welcome inside her like this. But her body...it...it was not who she was. Who...he was...was. Past tense. Soon to be permanently if Zoroark’s teasing had any truth to it. She couldn’t let this happen could she? She hadn’t fought at all yet. Not hard enough anyway. Taking a deep breath she swallowed her moans. She tried desperately to focus, but even the slightest shift in position now caused her to flex and squeeze around his hard to fathom girth. Past all that she started to focus on the one perk to this new body of hers. Powers.

She reached out as he reached in. He was much too big for her, but somehow it had all worked out. It was a wonder she could take half of him, but now even his knot was resting inside her. He was beginning to work up the energy to resume his thrusting. She did not have much time. She felt the male’s climax approaching by the way he grunted, groaned and thrusted with such a resurgence of energy. Doubtlessly her’s would follow his, all the more proof for him to throw in her face that she liked everything about this. She finally started to grab hold of vines beneath the surface of the earth.

She fought valiantly against her own approaching orgasm as they breached the surface. Sprouting at her command she tried to order them as quickly as possible to pull her up, off, and away to safety. His rhythmic tugs were becoming frantic. It horrified her to think that he might be dragging out his own pleasure with her. If that were the case then it might already be too late. She shook her head, trying to focus on the vines in front of them both. Just a little more and she could maybe-

“Welcome to the forest girl,” he said, pumping up into her one last time. The vines she had summoned with all her strength dropped to the forest floor. An almost audible and most definitely feelable spurt had just coated her insides. All the best sensations she had walled herself off from breached the dam her human mind had hastily erected. The first female orgasm was everything she feared after the change folded in on itself. Even if she could have somehow become a male again nothing would have ever felt like this. This divine pleasure. Her body tingled rush of positive emotions battered the human mind within. She would have done anything to feel this good again. All these emotions and only now did the second spurt of Zoroark’s cum spray into her waiting womb. This was impossible. How could anything feel this good? Far and away this climax was the most surprising thing she had ever felt. The transformation and gender shift couldn’t even compete.

Zoroark filled her body beyond its limits. She felt gravid with eggs already as spurt after spurt continued seemingly without end. Bliss. It was the only word she could find herself latching on to for the moment. Even in full control now the former human could do nothing but hold onto her glasses and hope that she could start feeling angry about all this again eventually. Now? Protest was impossible. Zoroark and the forest had given her a rush of joy and happiness she’d never even imagined herself capable of experiencing. 

A playful tug returned her to that blinding plateau of pleasure. He growled as the last drops of his cum found their way into her expanded form. All her years of living next to a pokemon daycare she had never seen a female end up like this. Some part of her secretly thought of how jealous they might be, but she was quick to banish that thought. This might have been too much to handle, but she could still stop herself from wishing it on others. Unless they actually wanted the experience of course. 

No no. She began to come down from the ludicrous sensations and equally ludicrous notions. This must have been another trick of his. It all felt too good to be real. She looked up as the forest guardian grinned down. He had illusion powers didn’t he? Yeah. She remembered just what his type was capable of. Perhaps she was still trapped, but not in the way she thought. She closed her eyes, blocking out the reality. It must be some kind of elaborate warning system. Who had ever heard of humans turning into Pokemon? That was absurd. Impossible. As impossible as the feelings she had felt at her highest point. He slipped his knot free of her, and the sensations came back in full. The little girl couldn’t handle it. Falling back against his ashen chest she began to lose consciousness. She dreamed of being human.

***

Leafeon’s belly, stuffed full of eggs, was the first thing she noticed about herself upon waking. Everything felt strange. It was all somehow both right and wrong at the same time. She was not supposed to be a pokemon.

“Getting those pre-laying jitters I see. That’s okay, even the most willing females and former males get nervous during their first batch. Most of them also take weeks before they end up like this, you’re one special girl,” came his voice.

“Is that you Zoroark?” she asked out of an uncomfortably parental fear. How could that be? Could the transformation have really given her instincts like that. She felt as scared for her eggs now as she did herself either way, and the waking human piece of her psyche couldn’t work up enough bitterness to protest. These eggs hadn’t done anything to her. These eggs were her own as well as the guardian’s.

“Yes dear, it’s me. You’re still waking up, just try and relax. It should all come quite naturally to you now dear, all those eggs you wanted are about to arrive,” he said with a smile.

“I...I never wanted them,” she protested. Her body was too stuffed to turn and face him properly. He picked her up by the shoulders and leaned her up against...of course it had to be Moss Rock. She felt its familiar energy flow throughout, and acceptance in some form or another became more and more inviting.

“A little late for protest don’t you think?” he teased as his paws slipped down along her belly. An egg seemed to surge forward. All the energy of the forest at her back was pushing her on. It started to feel really good the way the first egg began to travel through her.

“But...but I never did want any of this…” she pleaded. Her passage, the one so recently claimed for the first time, began to stretch impossibly wide. The first of three eggs was approaching, and had just begun to be visible to the now frowning dark type.

“The forest only coerces the willing. It had to punish you in some way for your attempt to attack it, and this was what it decided. You’re even the first female I’ve seen to lay eggs on day one, but I guess to be fair you’re the first one to fall into my egg type,” Zoroark said with a grin,” Even so, you were also one of the quickest to offer themselves over to me of all the pokemon in the forest. You didn’t even ask if I could help you dream about being human like some of them tend to afterwards, I did that on my own. Hope you didn’t mind to mild mental intrusion after you passed out by the way,” he continued before looking away. The egg had begun to slip further out, and he looked back at her lewdly stretched opening. Kneeling down he massaged her legs and belly to help relax her writhing.

“Mild mental intrusion- ah!” she yelped as the urge to push became overwhelming. Complying with his gently guiding paws she spread her legs.Breathing heavy the stresses seemed to mix with an alien pleasure. Leafeon was stretched from the inside by an egg even larger than Zoroark’s knot. It certainly felt larger sliding out anyway. A wave of relief washed over her as the forest guardian set the colorfully patterned egg to the side.

“My abilities only allow your inner self to shine through dear. The way you came onto me after that was a possibility, but never really the goal I assure you,” he said somewhat concerned.

Leafeon felt herself tearing up a bit as all the emotions mixed with the need to focus on her second egg. Could she have really wanted this? Another moan rang out as the next egg revealed itself to the surprisingly compassionate male. Was he always so concerned? She felt conflicted, blushing over his affection and care. His paws were certainly welcome on her belly. The second egg passed less painfully than the first. All together it started to feel quite nice laying eggs. It felt so strange, and the comfort brought with it a form of discomfort.

“You’re struggling too much dear,” said Zoroark in a low voice,” simply breath and push. Your natural instincts should help make this as pleasurable as possible.”

“I...I don’t want this to be easy. This isn’t what I want out of life,” said the Leafeon.

“Oh, so you would rather continue a life that lead you to thievery?” growled the forest guardian.

“It wasn’t like that,” she whimpered as the third and final egg began its journey,” I was just trying to...I didn’t know!”

“And that ignorance is precisely why the forest is treating you so kindly, your foolishness and greed warranted an invitation to this new life. A new life you clearly accepted, even if you wouldn’t admit it,” said the Zoroark shaking his head in disappointment,” Who knows when you’ll finally understand that.”

“Kindly?! I’m supposed to be hum-ah!~” she was interrupted by the pressing of the last egg.

“Do you have a better word for it? Kindly fits. Through mine and the forest’s actions you no longer need to worry about such ridiculous schemes for success. There are much less forgiving Pokemon who would consider you the luckiest girl in the world,” he said knowingly.

“But...but I was a human...I was a male…” she panted and pushed as per his advice. It  was almost comfortable now that she did as instructed.

“Your humanity lead you to the forest to do harm, and your masculinity was lost to your subconscious desires. Desires powerful enough, I might add, to result in your first clutch arriving in just shy of an afternoon,” he said before resuming his massages. “Besides all that, you’ve become a wonderful female. One of the prettiest in the forest and you haven’t even groomed yourself yet.”

“I’m...I’m pretty?” asked the Leafeon between gasps. The compliment gave her just the right shock to help deliver the final egg. As it slipped out into those surprisingly delicate claws she felt a sense of peace at last.

“Why else do you think a forest guardian would take you up on the offer to mate? You’re beautiful dear,” he states with a cheerful grin before taking the eggs to a small nest of grass at the base of the rock that made all this possible.
	
“Mate? So this isn’t a one time thing?” she said through the mixture of fear and excitement over his possible response.

“Of course not dear, who better to acclimate you to this new life than the one who helped introduce you to it?” he teased.

“If that’s what you call an introduction I can hardly imagine what day to day life must be like,” the Leafeon teased back before standing up. She stepped forward and looked to both her newly laid eggs and Moss Rock. It still felt off. Wrong. Yet...better somehow.

“Well, why don’t I show you?” he smirked, leaned in, and kissed her.

The discomfort vanished.