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Sitting in the crowd, Violet crossed her arms. She counted herself a pretty adept stage magician, all things considered—but word had gotten out that a new magician had arrived on the scene and was stealing up all the attention. She’d decided to go and scope out the competition, but she hadn’t expected it to be a pokemon of all things!
The pokemon on stage was a graceful, spring-green feline with dark green fur on his lower limbs and around his face, giving him the appearance of a domino mask. A Meowscarada, if she remembered correctly, from the faraway Paldea region.
Violet folded her arms grumpily as she watched. Okay, maybe the fact that the pokemon made the dancing flowers almost look like they were levitating was impressive—and he had a natural charisma that commanded the audience’s attention. He was an accomplished magician. But he was a pokemon! He had powers! It was totally cheating!
After making a half-dozen flowering bouquets dance around invisible strings, the green-furred feline snapped and the bouquets all burst in a popping flash, the noise scattering green sparks across the stage. Even though Violet knew to expect misdirection from such a flashy performance, even she was taken aback by the pokemon’s disappearance—only to have him keen out proudly from a balcony overlooking the stage. The audience erupted in roaring applause, which she joined in reluctantly. The announcer rattled off boasts for the pokemon’s behalf as he took his bows, and included was the fact that nobody trained him. Now that piqued Violet’s interest. A trainerless magician pokemon? Perhaps there would be a way to get this Meowscarada to heel after all…
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Later that night, she used her sleight-of-hand skills to slip into the back of the theater. The building was near-empty, and the Meowscarada was pottering around a dressing room. Looking through the cracked door, Violet saw him turn her back. Now was her chance!
“Looks like Violet, ace magician, is going to have a new assistant in her stage show!” she announced, shouldering open the door. “Welcome to the party!” She hurled a poke ball at the interloper, but the Meowscarada was simply gone in a blink, one of those small levitating plants that followed him around flying in to smack aside her thrown ball.
Violet blinked, and then felt a tug around her knees. She glanced down to find thin vines, nearly invisible, trailing around her legs. When had those got there? They yanked and she collapsed to a kneeling position with a yelp.
The Meowscarada stalked out from behind a dressing mirror. She hadn’t even noticed him make his escape. His face was both amused and intrigued, and he trilled out a purring laugh as he stalked over to her.
Violet huffily watched him circle her, his eyes flicking over her body. “Are we done?” she said, wriggling intently. “If there’s not enough, then…!” Her protestations, however, were cut off when one of the floating flowers drifted down in front of her. It was a pinkish thing, almost like a tulip, with dew-speckled leaves. The Meowscarada trilled and snapped again and the petals glowed before the bouquet began gradually moving back and forth in the air.
Any well-experienced stage magician would instantly recognize what was happening, and Violet was no exception. “Hypnotism? Really?” she scoffed, even as her eyes followed the gently undulating plant. “That’s your big play? Hah! I could foil it by shutting my eyes and looking away. Then what would you do?”
The Meowscarada leaned back, smiling. The tulip continued gently swaying before her. She wasn’t shutting her eyes. She wasn’t looking away. So what did that mean?
“It’s a dumb trick,” Violet said. By now her whole head was saying to follow the tulip. “I can’t believe that you think I’d fall for it.”
The Meowscarada trilled something in reply—but for some reason, Violet now understood it as words. “Of course you won’t, Violet dear,” he said. To her, his voice sounded both soft and confident. “Of course.”
She sniffed. “So long as there’s an understanding.”
“I’m going to untie you now,” said the pokemon magician. “And you’re going to stay put like a good girl, won’t you?”
“As if,” Violet replied as the vines slowly withdrew. “The moment you try and let me go, I’m gone.” The vines slipped back from her arms, uncoiled from her waist, untangled from her legs. As they retreated, she stayed kneeling, her eyes dutifully following the tulip. Her hands rested on her knees.
“That’s my mistake,” the Meowscarada said. A smile peppered his face. “What a fool I am! I didn’t even realize that you’re far too strong willed to fall for my tricks.”
Her head kept swaying. “Sure am.”
“If only you were under my control… then I’d have you stand up and strip. Give me a proper show.”
“That’s right,” Violet said. She rose in one fluid motion and her hands reached down for the hem of her shirt. “You’re just going to have to go without.”
The Meowscarada merely smiled and watched as she began undressing. The young woman wore a pretty, flattering blouse perfect for a night on the town; it looked to be made of silk, like a proper magician’s clothes. As she tugged it up, the Meowscarada looked in interest. The bare skin of her belly—slightly tanned and completely blemishless—quickly unveiled itself. The dimple of her navel was framed by a few drops of sweat, and there was the slightest hint of a six-pack as well. A magician’s life was more physically demanding than most realized.
The weight of her breasts curved against her bra. She wore a cute cup of yellow fabric with a design of Pikachu heads and lightning bolts. Even held by her undergarments, her breasts jiggled delightfully with every movement, and the Meowscarada trilled with delight as she folded her shirt and set it aside. All the while, the flower kept swaying back and forth, over and over, and she found herself following it even while working.
“Your hair…” the Meowscarada prompted. Her hands reached up to pat it. She had naturally unruly hair the color of old straw, and it poked up when she wasn’t wearing her magician’s hat. She kept it in a long loose tail.
“What about it?” she challenged.
“Let it down.”
“Don’t order me around,” she said, reaching back for the elastic band holding it in place. She tugged it down her ponytail. “I like having my hair in a tail. I would never undo it just because a pokemon wanted me to!” With the elastic off, she shook her head, letting her mane flow free. It curtained down past her shoulders to frame her torso.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” the Meowscarada purred. He wondered if she noticed the changes that were unveiling on her body. Her eyes had started to glow, taking on the tulip’s color; they were transitioning from her natural indigo to a pinkish color, and were darkening still. They would be red soon enough. And her responses to him were no longer coming in human words or voice. She was yipping and barking, like…
Well, like a pokemon. And as she spoke, her canines were becoming prominent.
“Take off your shoes and pants,” the Grass-type commanded. “You won’t need them anymore.”
“Nice try,” she shot back, bending over to unlace her boots. “I’m not going to give you a show just because you want it.”
“But what if you want it?” her hypnotizer replied as she set one boot aside and got to work on the second one.
“I don’t! Like I said, it’s not going to happen!”
Setting her boots aside and peeling off her socks, the trainer got to work. She snapped free the button keeping her pants done up, and then unzipped. The window that resulted showcased a small V of her panties; they boasted the same Pikachu patterns as her bra.
As she tugged her pants lower, more changes unveiled themselves. Her thighs began plumping out, becoming rounder and more voluptuous; the change likewise met her hips. Her hair brightened a bit, becoming a more solid and vibrant yellow, and more hair—or rather, fur—of the same type began sprouting on her stomach, beginning with a stripe right under her breasts and slowly creeping down to swallow her navel. Even as she undid them, the pants increasingly became too large for her. Her stature shrank; she was now a foot shorter than before, and then two feet. Her nose was shiny and black, and her ears were giant and pointed. They migrated to the top of her head.
The Meowscarada purred as Violet set aside the rest of her clothes, leaving her clad only in her undergarments. She still looked mostly human, but the changes were settling in nicely. The dancing flower still swayed back and forth in the air and commanded her complete attention. By now, her eyes had fully turned from indigo to a fiery red.
“You know, I’ve been wanting an assistant,” the Meowscarada mused. Violet scoffed even as her head continued following his flower.
“You’re going to be my assistant.”
“Of course,” he said smoothly. “Regardless, carrying the show alone is so boring. I’d much rather have a pretty female to stand on stage alongside me. She’d have to be a fellow pokemon, of course,” he noted as fur continued patching in along Violet’s body. Most of her torso was yellow now, fur sprouting underneath her bra, and her limbs boasted different colors: white for her arms and black for her legs. She shrank another half-foot.
“But she’d be more than just my assistant,” the cat continued. “She’d be my girlfriend. Sharing the spotlight on the stage, and then opening her legs for me afterwards as a reward for a well-put-on show… ah, there’d be nothing better.”
“Hmph. Well, best of luck,” Violet said in a pokemon’s voice. “You have a species in mind?”
“Oh yes. A Braixen—bratty and sassy, but ultimately easy to bring to heel. She’d love my touch and my cock and pretend she didn’t, but the flush of her fur would betray her. Of course, she’d never wear clothes—not even a bra or panties. Pokemon have no need of them, you see.”
Violet scoffed even as she worked to undo her bra. When it fell, a Braixen’s floofy bosom spilled out, breasts hinted at by the shape of her fur. “Like that’ll ever happen,” she said, tugging down her panties. As she did, her legs began to reshape. By the time she stepped out of her underwear, they’d harmlessly popped into a digitigrade shape. She grunted, flexing her toes experimentally, and then they merged and morphed into fox paws. Her hands were by now much the same.
The fur continued to sweep over her, but the Meowscarada’s keen eyes picked up on the cleft present between her legs. She was standing in a naturally provocative position, her stance almost daring him to look at it—at her. She noticed him staring and flushed, but her attention quickly turned back to the flower that was by now orbiting around her head.
The feline’s cock was beginning to unsheathe, a long pink spire bedecked with modest spines and a uniquely shaped tip. A tiny jewel of pre grew at the end and the smell of an aroused pokemon filled the chamber.
“Come here, Violet,” the Meowscarada said, curling a finger.
Violet sashayed over immediately. The last of the changes were settling on her: her face was sprouting into a fox’s muzzle, and the interior of her giant ears were beginning to sport flame-colored fur. A swift-growing tail stretched behind her.
“On your knees,” he commanded.
“You wish,” Violet grumbled as acceded. His cock lined up perfectly with her face. She shuddered and sighed as the last of the changes settled on her. She was now fully a Braixen. “You wisshhhhllllgmmmmph.” Her words cut off as his cock surged into her mouth. She used her broad, warm fox’s tongue to massage the undercarriage of his member, teasing his spines with her fangs. The cat pokemon hissed from the feedback and hiked forward in response. His spire rubbed the back of her throat and her eyes fluttered. She sucked him dutifully, mewling like a good little mate as she gulped down his pre. He could smell the arousal coming from her pussy and her paws twitched as if desperate to attend.
“Touch yourself,” he said. “Go on.” The Braixen’s eyes snapped open and she mmrrrmmmpphed in defiance even as her paws quickly darted south. She moaned and keened around the cock in her mouth as her paws shlicked their way through her tender pussy. She fingered herself, putting first one digit in, then a second, and pumped eagerly away while rubbing her clit with the remainder. The bliss made her quiver around him and she sucked even more eagerly in response.
“Ahh, you’re great at sucking cock, aren’t you?” he taunted. “Like a good little girlfriend, so eager to please her boy!”
She slipped her mouth off his cock, drawing in breath with a loud guh; a mix of saliva and pre connected his cock with her mouth. “Hey, I’m not your—mmmprhm!”
Her words were cut off as he gripped the back of her head and slammed forward. She closed one eye as he pumped into her mouth, his cock pressing against her throat. Even as she continued brattily staring up at him with one eye, she worked her mouth around his dick to squeeze and massage his cock. He purred loudly. The flower was spiraling around them both now, dazzling them with its glowing light, and the sound of Violet’s pleased whimpers and the loud, regular wetness of her masturbation dominated the room. She opened her throat and the Meowscarada began deepthroating her. He was a bigger species than her, with a package to match; his cock made her neck bulge. At one point he held there, panting, exulting in her tightness and the way that she strained around him.
Violet reached one trembling paw up to touch the sensitive bulge in her neck as if scarcely believing what was happening. The flower raced past and left her shuddering with hypnotic feedback.
His control over her assured, the Meowscarada commanded again: “Swallow.”
She swallowed around his cock and the sensation was heavenly. Her throat undulated back and forth, massaging him with irregular pressure that started near the middle and rolled down towards the tip. She whimpered as his barbs bit into her throat; her eyes fluttered.
After a solid half-minute of this, the magician decided to spare his new ‘assistant’. He slipped out, leaving her flushed and heaving for breath, while vines curled around her limbs. She was maneuvered onto her back, and she stared open-eyed as the Meowscarada knelt down, lining his cock up with her flushed slit. With a smirk, he thrust right in.
Despite his size, he slipped in quite easily; she was slick and wanting, and her cunt greedily gulped at his cock. He held in, panting, matching gazes with his new girlfriend. “You really are perfect, you know,” he said after a moment. “What I always wanted. A cute, petulant, pretty, bratty little Braixen who loves cock.”
“I—I’m not your—yaahhhggn! Mnnnaagghhhnn!” Her words deflated as he began pounding her, his cock pumping in and out with high regularity. She held her wrists up to her forehead in overstimulation. “I—I—ohhhhh,” she moaned. “It’s soooo gooooood…”
“That’s right,” the Meowscarada said, plunging back inside. She squealed with delight. “You love it don’t you?”
“I—nnnnnnn—”
He slammed in again, his cock prodding her deepest recesses, before pulling back. His barbs dragged against her walls and left them both mad with stimulation.
“Tell me you love it.”
She mewled. He slammed in again.
“Say it.”
Her expression was one of rapturous bliss. She squeezed hard around his cock, so hard that he held inside for a moment.
He gazed down at her as he slipped back again. “Tell me.”
And as he plunged home, she did.
“Ohh—oh! Y-yes, I—nnnnnyyyhhhhhaaaa! I l-love your cock! I, I, I can’t live without it!” Her voice broke as she came, her cunt fluttering around his spire and squeezing it for all he had. He held in, breathing unsteady, as arousal bubbled within him.
“I need it I need it I need it, I’ll be your girlfriend, your assistant, just pleeeeeeease,” she moaned, and he smirked.
“Good girl,” he said, and then he came.
He pumped her full of cum and she quivered with delight, squealing with happiness as she was filled. The room was pungent with the aroma of mating pokemon.
The flower flopped to the floor as the two of them nuzzled one another on the floor, both panting, their loins equally sticky. The Meowscarada paid it no heed. He didn’t think he would need it anymore.
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“And, of course, he won’t dazzle you alone—introducing his lovely assistant!”
The crowd, already captivated by the dashing Meowscarada before them, swooned as his assistant toddled onstage. She was a short, feisty, and cute Braixen—one whose natural charm was only enhanced by the awkwardness of a visibly pregnant tummy. The curve and weight of the egg within made the expectant poke-mother all but waddle as she joined her partner onstage.
“Don’t mind her condition,” the announcer said as she fell in alongside the Grass-type, “she’s more than capable of keeping up! I’m sure their child will be a magical maestro like no other!”
As the crowd aaahhhed and wooooed, the magician pokemon rested his hand on his partner’s shoulder. She tensed and snapped a defiant look up at him. “Don’t think I’ll just do what you say!” she said brattily, her words betrayed by the flustered blush coloring her face-fur.
“Oh, but you will, Violet,” the Meowscarada purred, readying his next trick. He would dazzle the audience with his lovely assistant’s help. “And then, after, we’ll retire to my room and celebrate as usual.”
Violet huffed even as her blush deepened. She rested one paw on her egg-laden tummy. “Well… maybe!” she said, using her psychic powers to craft a cloud of lavender mist—the better to obscure his getaway. “We’ll see!”
With her smokescreen covering him, the Meowscarada leapt away to dazzle and mystify. Oh, they would see indeed.