Dawn hobbled through the dark woods, holding hands with her Togekiss as the normal-type hovered. It was ready to fly her away at the earliest sign of danger, but she refused to give the order. Her pokedex was telling her that a Pokemon Center was only a half of a kilometer away. Even if these woods looked incredibly spooky, she wasn’t going to judge a book by its cover. After all, plenty of scary places had nice pokemon who needed help inside of them.

“We’re okay.” She reassured her pokemon. “We’ll get everybody all fixed up, and then we can head back onto the path.”

Some bad type matchups had left the rest of her team either fainted or incredibly low on health, and the potions she did have were better conserved for a true emergency. Especially when she knew a pokemon center was near. Even if it was off the beaten path in a truly malevolent seeming part of the forest, it was guaranteed safety.

“See! There it is!”

The pokemon center looked decrepit, and Dawn felt doubt bubbling up in her stomach. The windows were cracked and jagged, and the paint was chipped and faded. However, there was a singular light that seemed to be working. She saw the pokeball restoring machine inside glowing.

Dawn pushed her doubt down.

As she stepped in, she noticed that there was a Nurse Joy at the desk - albeit unlike every other one she’d ever seen. This one had purple hair, and a black smock over her scrubs. Her eyes were uneven, and her voice was almost staticky. There was a Mismagius floating beside her in place of a Chansey.

Dawn’s Togekiss squeaked in distrust, but Dawn sort of saw through the trick. She turned not to Nurse Joy, but to Mismagius.

“Hi! I hope we’re not intruding on your space… My friends are just hurt, and we were hoping to use this machine, if it still works?”

The Nurse Joy spoke up. “Hee… Hee… I like you…” She spoke for the Mismagius. “There might be… consequences. If you want to take the risk.”

Dawn, again, put more faith than she needed to in the world around her. Ignoring the Togekiss’ protests, she withdrew her pokeball and recalled the normal-type. The rest of the pokeballs on her belt, she walked over and pressed onto the tray. She waited on the Joy-Apparition to insert them into the right place in the machine. The ghost-type watched her with clear interest as she stepped back, placing her full trust into the spectral jellyfish-like pokemon.

“Traveller..?”

“Yes, I’m travelling to battle the Elite Four!” Dawn concluded. “Would you like to come with us?”

“No… Not at all…” The Nurse Joy seemed almost amused by her question. The machine behind her whirred with an uneasy pitch. Had Dawn paid a bit more attention, she would have noticed that they were being bathed in a purple light rather than the usual purifying white. “In fact… You are invited to stay.”

“Here?”

“Stay here.” The mismagius rumbled in agreement, even though it was agreeing with its own words.

“I still have a journey… and my pokemon-”

“Will stay too. They are happy here.” Mismagius insisted.

With a hiss, the machine finished restoring her pokemon. Dawn walked over and grabbed her pokeballs. Just as she was getting her belt secured, and was ready to take her leave with a passive thanks to the ghost-type, the doors shut furiously. She heard all of the locks in the building click shut. The Mismagius glowed with power.

“Stay.” The Nurse Joy repeated, with much more intensity.

“I don’t want to have to battle you, but I will!” She reached for her go-to pokemon. “Togekiss, go!”

The normal-type emerged from the pokeball in a flash of light, but immediately things seemed off. The aerodynamic pokemon seems heavier than it should have been. Its wings were puffy and the slightest bit lumpy. Its geometric red-and-blue spots were far less defined, and far more splotchy.

Dawn didn’t understand what was wrong, but she understood that something wasn’t right. She reached out to grab the wing of the pokemon in order to make a quick escape.

“Use Fly!”

Her hand made contact with the pokemon, and instantly it was hot to the touch. Her Togekiss was usually cool to the touch, built almost entirely of lean, sleek muscle. Now, though, its skin was spongy, and the slightest bit soft. She could feel it throbbing.

“Togekiss, what?”

The pokemon was drooling profusely, thick, stringy strands slowly dangling closer to the ground. It was like the normal-type was using string shot.

Dawn heard Mismagius cackling as veins began to creep over the white skin of the pokemon, its wings curling backwards and its head extending outwards as though it were regressing into a togetic. The dripping became louder and more pronounced.

Desperately, the trainer fished out another pokeball.

“Lopunny, Bullet Punch!”

The other normal type was similarly indisposed. The chest tuft on the pokemon was stubbier and curlier than usual, significantly blunted. Her neck was puffy and her cheeks were inflated, and the pokemon’s attempt to call out to Dawn was gurgly. The rabbit’s arms were fused to her sides, brown fur melding with cream as his legs became shorter, her upper thighs increasing in size with surreal efficiency. It was like the lopunny’s lower legs were being consumed by her body, almost as though she was being squished downwards. Dawn’s lopunny made a singular movement towards the Mismagius, and flopped forward, bouncing on the ground of the ruined Pokemon Center.

Dawn watched as veins crept over her body in the same way as they had with her togekiss. Her throat bulged outwards as he loudly coughed up a glob of white. The smell of masculinity filled the haunted space, and Dawn wrinkled her nose in disgust.

In the time that her attention had been pivoted back to Togekiss. Her point-leading Pokemon was almost entirely genitalized: the geometric shapes on it had been simplified into small, uneven blotches. Its smooth skin now had a slight texture, but it was visibly spongy and dense. Its triangular body had been elongated into a penile cylinder, albeit one that was far more girth than length. Its wings and back had merged into a fat pair of heavily productive nuts, and its eyes were gone, smoothed over. It made a gurgling grunt as its mouth finally narrowed into a slit that proceeded to fire out a sloppy rope of spunk onto the floor. Dawn could still see the penile pokemon throbbing with incoherent desire.

She stepped away from it, and thoughtlessly ran for the door. “I’ll get help!” She promised as she shoulder-checked the door. It wouldn’t budge. The blue haired girl pressed her back against it, this time grabbing two pokeballs. She threw them at once.

Her mamoswine burst out with a rush, wordlessly charging at the mismagius, ice spikes bursting from the ground behind him. Meanwhile, Dawn’s quilava turned her attention to the door, using thick flames to try and superheat the glass into breaking.

Dawn, meanwhile, ran over to try and administer first aid to her lopunny. The formerly-lithe pokemon was now plump and slightly squat. The rabbit’s toned ass was now entirely soft, and slowly condensing into a tight nutsack. The bunny’s face was already entirely penile tissue. Dawn ran over her hands over the slightly oily flesh in disbelief, as though she could simply wipe the changes away. However, in doing so, the normal-type fired a rope of thick cock-cream right onto Dawn’s hand. The human pulled away and wiped it on her skirt.

She looked up just in time to see her mamoswine fall under the ghost-type’s sleep move. The ice-type let out a heavy snort as it’s muscles relaxed, and it softened onto the ground. Dawn was almost gracious to see that it was unaffected. However, the massive boar-like pokemon was slowly beginning to shrink. And Dawn understood why with a cry of horror: she could see it’s long, almost equine penis beneath it, black and pink and rapidly swelling. She’d see the surly pokemon aroused before, but it had never been this large. She watched as the well-furred pokemon’s face began to press against the flared head of it’s own penis, and slowly begin to sink inwards, the markings on its face fading as it was covered into a murky grey skin tone.

His stout legs curled inwards, shoring up the extra-wide base of the shaft, and feeding its balls. The heavy sack bloated outwards as parts of its body were converted into cum.

The mamoswine’s tusks simply fell off with an emasculating clatter. The mismagius used its abilities to pick them up, giggling all the while at its souvenir.

Dawn screamed. Grabbing a lingering icicle from the boar-pokemon’s move, she threw it at the glowing-hot glass. The icicle simply steamed away.

“What?”

And then she realized; the mismagius was again manipulating the space to mock her. She reached for her quilava, and in a puff the glamour faded. The long fire-type was already almost gone. It’s back legs had been absorbed - not into a ballsack, but into a tight red knot. It’s body, no longer blue-grey and cream-colored, was instead a mottled spectrum of reds, pinks, and the occasional flicker of purple. It’s head was thinned and almost pointed now, into the sharpness of a canine penis.

However, it was not so willing to give in. Dawn watched as the fire-type’s eyes struggled to stay open in spite of the white drool that threatened to cover her face, the pokemon’s will showing through.

“That’s it!” She brushed her hands over the sides of the quilava’s textured body in an attempt to encourage her. “Keep fighting! I’ll get us out!”

Her rubbing had the opposite effect. She watched, in horror, as the fire-type’s eyes suddenly shut, and a surprisingly forceful shot of ball batter sprayed out of the new dog-cock. Then, as soon as the blasts ceased, she watched as her former quilava began to spray piss onto the floor in a sloppy shotgun-spray.

She stepped away from the puddle. Four of her pokemon were now completely genitalized; her mamoswine had been surprisingly weak to the attack, and in around half of the time that it had taken for the much smaller quilava to get cocked, the massive ice-type had been reduced to its own flared dick, which was now drooling dumbly on the floor. It’s incredibly fat, dark, leathery sack was tensing as though breathing, though Dawn could tell it was working up a monstrous nut.

The smell of masculinity and spunk was so thick in the air that there seemed to be a fog. Dawn’s face felt sticky and her head was fuzzy. It felt like every breath was making her more sweaty.

“P-Piplup, it’s up to you…” She tossed the ball. The penguin didn’t emerge. What emerged was little more than a stout beer-can cock, still somehow blue-and-white in pigment. She saw it’s beak retracting as soon as the white glow of its release from the ball faded, already simplified into a cockslit. It offered her one panicked little look, and a half-squeaked noise before piss began spraying from its mouth, even before it was fully transformed.

It’s flippers flapped helplessly for a moment before they fused to its sides, the small bulges becoming slight ridges on the penis. The balls, in comparison to the others, were cutely small, almost impish, about as large around as Dawn’s modest cleavage. Easily cuppable in her hands. Dawn didn’t even think about it. She ran towards her first pokemon and scooped it up by the balls, holding the would-be-water-type close to her chest.

“It’s okay, Piplup, you’re okay!” She comforted the pokemon, failing to notice that the hand that had recently been splattered with spunk was now a deep grey and sprouting fur. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix this… eep!”

She inadvertently dropped her pokemon as Piplup was cocked fully, spraying her with an inaugural load. It was meager in comparison to some of the others, but it splattered all over her chest, soaking into her blouse and getting onto her neck. She instantly blurted out an apology.

Dawn’s neck was already itchy. As she reached for her penis-piplup, she noticed the change in her hand. It was captivating in the worst way; Dawn yelped as she ran her free hand over the other one. It was grey, and furry, and she noticed heavy pawpads sprouting over her palm. Her fingernails were long, shiny claws on each digit, and she noticed each finger beginning to shorten.

Her intact hand ran over her chest where piplup had painted her, and she found the same tawny tuft in her cleavage. She gasped, and turned to the mismagius, who at this point was just watching with rapt amusement.

“Stop it, okay! I’ll stay!” She acquiesced. It was too late, though. The mismagius simply blinked at her with a bored sort of impatience. “We can be friends, and-” She suddenly stopped speaking. “Awoo?”

Dawn instantly snapped her mouth shut. Her teeth ached gently, and she felt like her lips were being perpetually pursed. It seemed like she wasn’t going to get away unchanged, either. And while she didn’t feel the same sexual intensity as her pokemon, she felt some sort of status effect coating her body in an intense heat. The fur sprouting over her didn’t help at all.

With her intact hand beginning to warp in the same way, Dawn pulled the last pokeball out of her belt. It was the last hail mary.

“Pachis-awoo!” Her lips curled as a howl eked its way out of her.

She pressed the release button on the ball, but it completely failed to respond. She wasn’t sure what to do. She pressed the button again in confusion.

Finally, there was a change; the ball popped open. Inside, was simply an entirely flaccid white cock, roughly three inches soft and perfectly gropable. There was an electric-blue streak running from the glans to the balls that proved it was in fact Sinnoh’s electric rodent pokemon.

It throbbed in her paw, and Dawn let out a dejected huff.

She didn’t have time to worry about the soft mouse-dick. Her body was suddenly hit with a burst of energy, and she found herself forced onto all fours, her musculature swelling and beginning to tear through her outfit. Her skirt was shredded as her ass expanded, and a powerful tail bloomed from her tailbone. Her shoes were clawed through by the sharp daggers at the end of each toe. She practically doubled in size, going from demure girl to massive, powerful canine. Her nude body was made modest via the thick coat of grey fur that bloomed over her.

Dawn’s vision simplified as certain colors were taken away, and the others were intensified. She closed her eyes as a wave of dizziness took over her, and when she opened her eyes again, her irises were a deep, haunting red. Her face elongated into a snarling muzzle, finally granting her new sharp teeth enough space to properly fill her mouth. Her lips turned black and thinned to accommodate a much more powerful jaw. Her tongue became far longer. Drool dripped from her mouth as her tail wagged slightly.

Suddenly, the new Mightyena let out a needy howl. A new, heavy dick began to bloom from what had been her pussy, still slightly human in shape but mottled in canine colors. The glans was still slightly blunted and separated from the shaft. It dangled low and powerfully, though it was still lacking in length.

Panting, the hyena pokemon let out a cloying laugh-bark as new compulsions filled Dawn’s mind. All of the cocked pokemon around her seemed a new opportunity. That, in turn, melded with her compassion for her beloved team.

She walked over to the pachirisu first, sniffing it for a moment, before suddenly noticing that there was a pert little hole above the balls of the disembodied cock. With a little giggle, the mismagius ensured that all of Dawn’s pokemon were endowed with a hole to use, too, rendering them living fleshlights as well as dildos.

The hyena pokemon slowly pushed her penis into the pachirisu-toy, and growled as she bottomed out in it easily. She thrust once, and then the cock came. The base of the mouse-pokemon suddenly fused around the mightyena’s cock, and spread out, until it was just another inch of dickmeat on Dawn. Only flecks of white and fragmented streaks of blue hinted at the pokemon’s presence.

Dawn went for her quilava next, slipping inside of the dog-cock modelled toy with ease. This time, her transformed pokemon had some effect on her. The hyena pokemon’s glans became more angular, finding some middle ground between its current state and the full red rocket of the fire-type.

Next up was piplup, and Dawn snarled protectively as the water type was instead pulled entirely into her balls, fattening the orbs and making them hang lower, tinting the skin of her sack slightly sapphire-blue. She howled when that was done, and before continuing, lifted up her leg to spray out a liter or so of piss onto the pokemon center’s floor.

Slowly, almost like a hunter, she stepped through a would-be creek of cum to get to her togekiss. She mounted it almost lovingly, plunging her dick inside of the hole and slowly, methodically thrusting. The mightyena grunted as, just before she was able to cum, the togekiss-cock suddenly merged with her, her pleasure resetting back to square one as the colored splotches carried over, but otherwise the cock was overwritten with her natural colors.

Two more. That was the only thought in Dawn’s beastial head as the mismagius laughed with encouragement.

Lopunny was up. Dawn was brutal with her bunny, licking and gently nipping at the thick foreskin of the formerly-feminine pokemon before she got around to mounting her, licking the asshole of the pokemon before slowly sliding herself inside. The cock throbbed violently as she thrust into it, each thrust sending a small spurt of white out of the former bunny pokemon.

This time, Dawn was able to orgasm, albeit through the rabbit’s cock rather than her own. Thankfully, enough nerves had connected that she got to feel it, too. She howled and barked at the ghost-type pokemon as her vision locked on the only remaining pokemon, her massive mamoswine.

Before the lopunny-cock was even reduced in size, Dawn dragged herself over and all but forced the massive dong into her last pokemon. It was merged to her in a matter of seconds. That left the new mightyena pinned to the ground by her own massive cock, which was throbbing wildly. The dark-type attempted to masturbate by thrusting her whole body against the massive cock. Thankfully, the ghost type helped, using its spectral abilities to summon plenty of hands to worship Dawn. They traced over every last inch of the massive, six-pokemon-produced penis, groped and rolled her heavy nuts between their fingers, and even probed the asshole of the mightyena, making her huff, snort, and practically roar.

She came in a massive huff, spraying down the wall of the pokemon center as well as the mismagius that had cursed her, emptying her balls and making every last change that had happened entirely permanent. Something in the back of Dawn’s mind informed her that it was never going to be undone. While a massive part of her was horrified, there were impossible-to-ignore intrusive thoughts filling the canine’s head, too. She was starving. Her cock was starving. She wanted more. She needed more.

As she licked her lips in thought, the mismagius telepathically lifted an empty pokeball from Dawn’s pack and tossed it at her, beaning the canine in the head. She vanished in a flash of light with one final spurt of spunk to splatter the ghost type. The pokeball landed in a thick soup of ball batter. It turned once, twice. It froze.

With a pop, the pokeball locked, and successfully caught the mightyena. The other six pokemon weren’t even picked up by the device. They were only a part of Dawn, now. Most of their minds lay in cooling white stains on the floor.

The mismagius picked up the pokeball, laughing to itself as it floated from the illusory center, carrying it. Dawn was going to give the ghost-type plenty of fun, as soon as she found the next place to drop off the pokeball. While she was trying to save her pokemon, the mismagius had picked up on the fact that Dawn’s mother was in Sinnoh.

That would be a fun show. Though, the ghost-type was also thinking about gifting the high-level dark type to some novice trainer just to see what would happen.