The New Shiny! (TFTG)

The New Shiny!

A TFTG story written for art by All Bad Badgers

UNEDITED

CW:  Unwilling Permanent Change - Questionable Consent - Pregnancy - Egg Laying - Non Anthro Pokemon

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Professor Eucalyptus carefully slotted the faintly glowing pink dart into her rifle before opening the door of the plain black van and peaking outside into the sunny afternoon light of the forest pokemon reserve. Next to her, the shiny Umbreon she shared the van with opened his eyes and looked up at her, yipping a question in his incomprehensible pokemon language.

“Soon my brave friend.” The silver haired woman soothed, reaching down to scratch the pokemon behind his ears. “We cannot rush this or risk being caught or else all of this will be for nothing.” She moved her other hand to scratch under his chin. “I am sure you didn’t volunteer to be turned into a pokemon just so we could get caught at the last minute and have you shipped off to become some snot nosed trainers pet, did you?”

The Umbreon, who until this morning had been a strapping young man in service to Team Rocket growled, but his tail wagged happily enough. The irreversible process had frightened away most volunteers, but Prof. Eucalyptus knew that the reward, a lifetime of pampering, comfort and sex would eventually attract the subjects she needed and she had not been wrong. She rarely ever was, even if her stodgy former colleagues in so called ‘respectable academia’ had scoffed at her work, calling it such simplistic and small minded things as ‘mad’ and ‘immoral’.

Don Giovanni had given her everything she had needed when the world had turned its back on her and so it would be Team Rocket who would reap the immeasurable benefits of her work at the world's expense!

Now all she needed was someone to provide the material for the less glamorous side of experiment...

She spied a young man moving a ways away between the trees and smiled as she raised her rifle. “You will do just fine, my unlucky friend…”

-

Andrew felt a sudden stinging pain in his ass and he stumbled to a stop, his concentration broke and his joggers flow completely thrown out of whack. Irritability he reached down to swap at whatever had stung him, but before he could manage it, the world began to swim around him, sending the young man staggering off the path. His legs, normally strong and powerful suddenly felt like jelly and Andrew began to fall, his mind registering it all in a dream like slow motion.

Andrew hit the soft earth like a sack of potatoes, his face planted in the dirt and his butt hoisted in the air in a highly undignified pose. He groaned and looked back in a daze only to see a dart poking from his rear, the last of its pink contents draining into his blood as he watched. He opened his mouth to say something, but his tongue felt oddly heavy and sluggish as it rolled out of his mouth.

Andrew’s confused thoughts were torn from the dart as he felt a strange tugging at his face and looked forward just in time to see a pale blue snout forming just under his eyes, his nose suddenly becoming black and moistening even as his sense of smell became incredibly acute. He moved his lolling tongue and felt it running over his teeth, which had suddenly become strangely small and sharp. His hair, usually short and light, started to fall down around his face in odd blue lumps, quiet unlike anything he had ever done with it before and moving between them, his ears began to twitch as the world became increasingly bafflingly loud.

Utterly perplexed the young man attempted to push himself to his feet, but his hands move strangely under him. They felt sapped of strength, but more than that, they seemed smaller and somehow less dexterous. He tried to wiggle his fingers, but all that accomplished was to scrape his nails on the ground. He turned his head and stared at the small blue paws that connected to a set of blue legs which impossibly moved when he moved his arms.

“Wha-” He muttered dully and tried to move his legs, but they felt just as strange as his arms had. At last he wiggled his butt and felt a comforting familiarity as it shock to and fro. This moment of relief was short lived however as the movement was quickly followed up by a slap as something broad and flat smacked his ass cheeks from within is suddenly poorly fitting pants!

With a yelp he leapt up to all fours, his oversized clothes tangling around him as he went. Feeling trapped and panicked he shook and struggled till he was able to crawl naked and panting from the pile of ill fitting garments. Finally thus freed, he turned to get a proper look at himself and froze at what he saw.

His entire body had shrunk to a fraction of its old size and gained a thin coat of icey blue and dark indigo fur. His rear had sprouted a diamond shaped tail and his limbs had all morphed into the four legs of a dog. Around his body he felt a chilly aura and from the depths of his throat he cold sense more then feel a reservoir of ice he could, in a pinch, call upon with the right training.

“I-I’m a Pokemon!?” He yelped, twirling in a tight circle as he tired to get a look at himself. “I’m a fucking Glaceon!?”

“A shiny Glaceon.” A voice responded, much lower and more masculine then his own, which he suddenly realized had gone up in pitch. He turned to see an Umbreon approaching him, its eyes yellow and markings shimmering blue. “A highly fertile one, ready to help produce lots of eggs for Team Rocket.”

Andrew began to back away as he saw behind the Umbreon was a woman with silver hair and a white lab coat and a Team Rocket grunt playing with a set of keys. He had heard of the infamous team of criminals, but not being a pokemon trainer had never had any reason to think they would interfere with him. Now, impossible as it seemed, that situation had obviously changed.

“Get away!” He yelled, trying to call on his new ice powers, but not yet sure of how to do so. “I don’t know what sort of messed up scheme your pulling is, but if you think I am going to knock up some pokemon for you after what you just did to me, forget it!”

The Umbreon laughed as Andrew felt a sudden heat growing between his legs and his body starting to go weak again. “Your thinking of ‘virile’.” He nodded and Andrew blushed as he saw a stiffening cock between the pokemon’s legs. “That’s what I am. You on the other hand are ‘fertile’… Other side of the egg laying dynamic sweetheart.”

Andrew flushed as the Umbreons words and the growing heat between his legs clicked into place. He wasn’t a he anymore and when the Umbreon had mentioned making eggs he had meant that she would be… “Oh no...”

“Oh yes!” Umbreon smirked as Andrew turned to run. With a flash of his eyes, the new Glaceon’s female sex suddenly exploded into an inferno of wanten lust. She barely managed to make it three paces before she was on the ground again, ass raised and despite her best efforts, tail lifted to show off her aching pussy.

“Oh… God…” Andrew panted as the Umbreon stepped toward her slowly, letting the building desire war in her head with the mounting panic till she was not sure if she was more afraid of being taken by the Umbreon or of being forced to wait another agonizing second for him to breed her.

-

“Oh good.” Professor Eucalyptus commented as the transformed men began to huff and growl as they went to town on one another. “Inform Don Giovanni that the test was a complete success. He should be expecting the first ‘delivery’ of shiny eevee eggs by tomorrow morning.” She smiled as the Umbreon groaned and the Glaceon screamed in primal satisfaction. “If not sooner…” She turned to look at the vans driver who had been taking notes for her. “Also let the Don know that full scale production on more serums can start within the week.”

“How many volunteers and… ‘New recruits’ will we be needing, mam?” The grunt asked, blushing at the sight of his former team member and his new mates carnal passion.

“Around three hundred and twenty pairs or their abouts.” Prof. Eucalyptus remarked, a sly smirk spreading over her face. “So we will be needing lots of volunteers… Get these two back quickly and you can have first pick of new form and first crack at a mate.”